I wish I were pumped up with energy, but alas, I am pumped up in the clinical sense. I got to spend a lovely Valentine's afternoon with my plastic surgeon. Yesterday was expansion number three. At this point, I am about halfway on the expansion. It continues to get a little tougher with each expansion. The first one was a breeze. The second one was a bit uncomfortable. The third one is tight. My muscles and tissues are pressed out as far as I can possibly imagine today.

The expansion boobies (for lack of a better term) continue to appear a little high and too far apart, but I am assured that this is perfectly fine, not to worry, the final product will look and feel much more normal ( I wonder how many times he has to say this? Of course, this is at least the second time I have evoked this response). My friend, Lynne, suggested I bring a photo next time of how I would like the finished product to look. You know, like when you go to a hair salon with a photo of a new haircut. Hmmm...on second thought, my hair never turns out the same either!

The most uncomfortable part is sleeping. I tend to be a side sleeper and after a few minutes on my side, the level of discomfort tends to waken me. If I am a little crabby from lack of sleep, now you understand. It will get better shortly. This is not a complaint. Temporarily uncomfortable expanding breasts are better than cancer filled breasts any day. It is really that simple.