I feel like I'm about to walk into my execution. I fear pain, and as we all know, "Anger, Fear, Hate, to the Dark Side these lead." It's kind of interesting how I can be so excited about something, but then when there's a scheduled time I know it's going to happen, the sheer terror of it just overshadows everything else. I've had some pretty bad pains in the last few days, and the idea that what I'm about to experience is going to magnify them exponentially is really frightening. So much for staying calm and relaxed.

The next time I write here, I'll be a mother. If everyone's to be believed, I will survive this, and it will be worth it.

They're probably right. They usually are. Wish me luck, and if you can spare it, send a supportive spirit my way. Today was a bad day for most everyone, so it looks like it'll just be my mom and I at the hospital...