A couple of weeks ago, Leo asked me if I was counting down how many days left until the boob reduction at all, yet. At the time, I really wasn't. It was more than a month away...that was what I was focussed on.
But now we're down to less than a month. And I think about it pretty much every 5 minutes, if not more. So I figured out how many days are left until I can say BYE-BYE, BOOBIES!
As of today, there are only 24 days until the surgery.
I haven't been this excited about something since my dad got his lung transplant back in February 2008. (Not that I'm comparing the two things, of course. Just the excitement levels. Hopefully that makes some sort of sense. :S)
Not one day passes at this point where I don't look down at my boobs, and wish bad things on them. And tell them (out loud, mind you), "Not much longer, you fuckers. You are GONE in less than a month!" Usually it happens when I'm stuffing them into my bra again in the morning, or looking at the weird way they squish around while I do certain arm exercises at the gym.
I have my post-surgery bras that I was supposed to buy, and one week from next Tuesday I'll owe the full payment for the surgery to my doctor. I imagine that's when we'll schedule my mammogram, too. Not looking forward to that part, dammit.
Anyway, it's coming. And the excited feelings are in full bloom. 24. Days. :D