40 yrs Old, 3 Kids, appendicitis, C-Secion & an infection. Waited 25 years for TT, MR, & Flanks. Santa Rosa, CA

I am starting to get a little less nervous. I have been having a hard time getting use to that I am volunteering changing my body, the body God gave me. I am having a hard time thinking about how much I have wanted this since I was a kid and now the time is here. I having a hard time looking at myself in the mirror and thinking there are people that look worse than I do and need the surgery more than me. I noticed that I was drinking a little more wine since we made the appointment and I think it is getting better. A friend of mine got me a little high and I felt a lot better. You can't drink 3 days before so I am glad I was able to take the edge off.

When I was 15 years I remember looking at my mom who had a ton of stretch marks and saggy skin. I was totally disgusted. I knew it wasn't her fault but as a teenager and very aware of how everyone looks including myself I was not happy knowing that it was hereditary. I never really thought I wanted kids and once I made that decision I told my husband that I wasn't going to have kids until he promised me we would get me a tummy tuck when I was done having babies. He promised me and well then after I had two kids I got a divorce and just couldn't afford it as a single mom.

Well over the next 18 years I had one more child, my last was a C-Section that ended in a full infection which left me to be healed from the inside out and an open wound. I had stretch marks on both sides and 4 inches over my stomach. I had gotten my 5' 10" body down to a size 4-6 (I am a natural 8/10) twice during that time and back up to 12/14. I researched and had 6 consultations and 2 with the same person over a 10 year period. One of those times a "boyfriend" offered to pay for it. I didn't want to owe him anything and I just couldn't imagine sitting still for 10-14 days.

When I met my wonderful husband 8 years ago I told him that a TT is what I wanted more than anything and that I hated my stomach. At the time I met him I was a 4-6. We were just dating and I was simply sharing my insecurity. He was so lovely and loved me for all of me but told me that when I turned 40 (i was 32) that he would get me a TT and a boob job! As the years went on, we got married, moved in and he started loving me even more. I never thought he was serious and when I turned 40 last December 31st I told him it, it's time...he joked and said, "After you turned 40, not when you were 40". At that time I didn't want to get my hopes up high so I let it go. Well 8 months later he said, let's do it! And here I am.

4 days Pre-Op and I am pretty nervous.