Mommy Makeover Dominican Republic

I am a very busy woman with two kids and my own growing business. I have wanted to fix my body since I had my children, but I felt like it was out of my reach. I finally made my mind up that if I didn't do it now then I would never do it. I'd never have the time or money again. It's basically now or never, so now it is.

I contacted probably about twenty doctors before i chose Dr. K. It was his patience, his understanding and his desire to help me that made me decide on him. He wanted so much to help me. Every other doctor seemed really not to care. I felt like I had met someone who really wanted to make women beautiful again and help restore their confidence. That for me was the mark not only of a good doctor, but of a man who is concerned not only about your personal well being, but your emotional well being.

Getting plastic surgery is an emotional choice. We will not physically die because we have a saggy ass or stomach. It's our emotional self that dies a little each day when we look in the mirror with disgust or run past it so that we don't have to see it. I know what I'm doing is really to heal that part of me that hides from mirrors hates bathing suits with a passion. Dr. K understands that his role is not only to fix a a flabby stomach, but to mend a spirit too.

I found a travel buddy who is awesome and bubbly. I can't wait to meet her and give her a hug. I know we have the most life changing journey ahead of us. I know we'll share a unique bond; one that most people who have not experienced this could ever share. We will be in a little painful chrysalis for awhile, but when we emerge then we'll never run from a mirror again.

I am hoping for a BBL, a TT, liposuction and to have my breasts reduced. I want to be able to shop in Victoria's Secret again. I want to wear shirts that close all the way and not have people stare at me like I'm a freak of nature. I want my ass to fill my jeans nicely instead having a downward slope and I want the weird lumpy fat shelf off of me. I want to be pretty again.

I have decided to move my date up and my wonderful surgeon has obliged me. I have so many work obligations coming up that I need to be ready and healed for that it makes sense to do it early. I booked my airfare and my new recovery house. I went with Yasmin's because it seems like it's more like a home instead of a hospital. That's really important to me since I've lost my surgery buddy.

I am a bit scared and excited all at once. I know that all I have to do is get through the tough part and it will all be okay. I Just wish it was closer! I wish it was tomorrow and I didn't have time to think about it. I keep reminding myself everyday that's it's only two weeks. Two weeks goes by in a flash--it's a blip!

Keep me in you thoughts ladies and all of you will be in mine.

I am getting excited! I hate leaving my kids and I'm scared, but more excited. I have been looking at bodies that I like. I realize that this is not McDonald's, but a wish list isn't out of line.

I can't wait to buy a normal bra. I can't wait to not have my breasts smooshed together so tightly that they stink at the end of the day. I am counting down...