Tis the Season
Mike has always wanted to decorate the house for Christmas every year. I am terrible about decorating for the holidays. My mom had 6 or 7 Christmas trees in her house for years and every nook and cranny was stuffed with Christmas decorations (which also meant every bit of storage was filled with Christmas decorations). I always felt like she did enough decorating for the two of us right? Plus I am lazy about putting it all up and taking it all down makes me tired. I think there are still Christmas lights in the window from 4 years ago…
My mom moved into a smaller place this year so I talked her out of a Christmas tree with the plans to put it up. Once December rolled around I really didn’t want to put it up (I am not going to be able to take it down, but I guess Mike gets that chore). Mike insisted and pulled it out and I bought some decorations and BAM, we have a Christmas tree. After I got the tree up I decided to step it up a notch and buy real Christmas stockings. Yes, it is beginning to look a lot like Christmas at my house.
People are starting to do the math. I have surgery on the 27th and my birthday is the 31st. If you recall last year I didn’t have the best birthday (it was the best because I got to see a lot of my friends, but it was hard because we weren’t telling people I had cancer yet). I can’t believe I am turning 32 (yeah, heckle me all you want). This past year seems
to have flown by and now I am putting in squishy boobs (that is what I have been calling normal implants lately – turning 32 isn’t necessarily causing me to grow up completely…). Our regular New Years Eve party will now be a “hang the disco ball in the bedroom and sleep” party. Just pin a bow on me and call me “party animal.”
I am emotionally and physically ready for surgery now. My breast expanders are starting to get really uncomfortable. I usually can’t wear a bra when I get home from work, I ache at the end of the day. I have known breast expanders can be uncomfortable and I am glad that it is becoming a more recent issue vs. being a major discomfort all year. I am still glad that I have them and I am excited to be done!.