This time tomorrow, I will be an hour past the time I am allowed to eat. That's right, I cannot eat passed 11pm tomorrow in fear I will turn into a gremlin.
This time tomorrow, my ONLY child will have already been shipped off to her grandparents for a 2-3 day mommy/daddy vacation so that she can have her world wildly turned upside down, from being an ONLY child, to being the OLDEST of two.
This time tomorrow, I am going to be cowering in my bed, trying to sleep, but probably crying and throwing up from nerves. Nerves from the impending surgery and my impending gray hair.
This time tomorrow, I will be sheer hours away from meeting the second man of my dreams.