Is it weird that one of the things I'm most anticipating tomorrow is going under? I have this brain that goes constantly. I'm not bragging. I just mean that I have a really hard time quieting my mind. It's not like anything nobel-prize worthy goes on up there. So the idea of some lovely nurse sticking a needle in me and then 10 seconds later I'm out? I love it! I know that's seriously fucked, but there you have it.
It will be so nice to be able to tell our child that my favorite part about his or her conception was passing out.
Seriously, though I'm really starting to get anxious about tomorrow. Or not tomorrow so much as the many days and events after tomorrow. I wonder if I can just be passed out for the whole two weeks?