The denial

I think I have inherited my mother's famous denial. I thought about this after complaining to my sister about how uncomfortable and engorged I was. She said emphatically:

"Why didn't you wean Aidan before the surgery?!"

Yah that probably would have been a better idea. 

I did not think it would be that bad.

OMG it is.

Then I go back to the regret I felt during the surgery about not having someone with me. I did not think it would be that bad.

It was.

I got chided by 3 of my friends today who did not even know the surgery was on Thursday.  I didn't want to make a  big deal of it.

I did not think it was going to be that bad.

It was.

I wonder if this is just big time denial, or I am just doing the independent woman thing. I guess that is what makes a good single mother by choice. I go go go go and then later actually feel how really bad something is. My mom tells me that this attribute makes me cope very well when things get tough. She said even as a kid I never gave up, just kept going and going and going. Cause really, is it THAT bad?

Sometimes yes, but even then I'm fine. 

Considering that I have not even gotten the biopsy results yet, I would call this denial.