Well I am ready, with 1/2 hour to spare. I nixed the shower and just washed up. I put on a little makeup, I look very bad. I hate looking at myself.

But right now isn't about looking good. I lucked out my husband had already taken the pictures off the board. He was getting ready to put them in an album.
So I just grab them without looking.

I am doing deep breathing. At least she is a therapist so If I start sweating bullets, shaking and feeling I can't breathe it won't be as embarrassing as being in the middle of the grocery store.

I am so scared about the impending process. I am scared I will breakdown and not come back!

UGH UGH UGH