Well, I was planning to tell you all about my amazing hubby today - and I'm still going to do that - but after an anxiety-ridden moment, I'm going to share that too.

My husband is seriously amazing.  My laparoscopy is scheduled for Thursday, and I always get anxiety before big moments - no matter what they are.  He knows this about me and has come up with the most incredible "no-anxiety" solution for me.  

A getaway!
(Isn't he the best?)

My hospital is an hour away and I have to be there at 6:45am.  That would mean leaving our apartment at like 5:15am (for traffic purposes).  

Well, instead of doing that, Wade booked us two nights at a really great hotel in the same town as my hospital -- a hotel that just happens to be at a towncenter with the BEST restaurants and lots of things to do.  He knows how much I love hotels and eating out, and it just meant so much to me that he even thought of it.  It will definitely help keep me from stressing the days prior.  

So, that's the plan: to head out of town tonight, check into the hotel, walk around and eat great food, shop, watch movies, and basically do whatever, until my appointment on Thursday.  

And that was the only plan, until mid-day on Monday when I checked the mail and received my "what to know before surgery" list. As I read through this list, my heart stopped.  It said that I was not allowed to take ibuprofen for 7 days before surgery.  And while I don't take much medicine, I just so happened to wake up Monday morning with a frustrating headache, so I took a few ibuprofen.  I can't even believe this.  I had no idea I wasn't supposed to as I received these instructions a mere 3 days before the surgery. 

I called the doctors office in a mild panic and of course my nurse was off Monday!  So I hung up the phone not knowing if I was still going to be having the surgery!

What's interesting is that last night I got a really encouraging phone call in response to my post about how this all started.  The caller pointed out that I didn't need to worry about taking things into my own hands. If my desire is to remain in God's will, I will.  "The God who created the earth in 6 days is not unable to close the door on a doctor's appointment (if He doesn't want you to have one)"  I was so touched by the advice, and shared it with Wade, who agreed.  

I'm not saying that's what was happening here.  I'm just saying, it's true.  And this was definitely a test of whether I really mean what I say about desiring God's will above all else.

To be honest, my first reaction was to cry.  I didn't, but I definitely felt the urge. I was upset with myself for messing this up.  I know, I know, how could I have known?

Well, I finally got a call back and the surgery is still on!  I'm not really sure why I wasn't supposed to take the meds, so that makes me a tad nervous.

I just wanted to share this because it really put my words (that I want God's will above all, no matter what it is) to the test. Did my immediate reaction express those desires?  Unfortunately, less than I would have liked them to.  Man. God is teaching me SO MUCH through this.

So, while I will attempt to post again before the surgery, I'm going to fully enjoy my "romantic early Valentine's Getaway/Pre-surgery Stress Relief Getaway" with Wade!

**P.S. Don't forget about my giveaway