Second... and Third... Opinions

I just went to my third consultation with a plastic surgeon this month. And let me tell you, it was a revelation. The first consult was great-- the doctor was knowledgeable, personable, friendly, informative, kind, and very very nice. It was a great experience. I was ready to sign on for whatever was recommended; my husband, not so much. It was a cost issue more than anything else, so we decided to get a few other consultations to get a better idea of what was out there and what we could get for what we had to give. The second appointment was the complete opposite of the first. The doctor was brusque, even rude at times, and was often physically rough during the "examination" portion of the appointment. I knew from going through the first meeting that things didn't need to be quite that invasive, and at times I even wondered if the doctor was getting some sort of twisted kicks out of being so aggressive with my body. Seriously; I even felt slightly bruised later, as if I'd been wrestling very forcefully or playing rugby, or something like that. After the 2nd appointment, I thought to myself: If the doctor is this rough during *consult*, what will it be like during surgery? Sheesh! I talked it over with Joel and we both decided that the $2500 difference-- although quite a huge difference, financially speaking-- just wasn't worth it.

So I checked the internet again for references, reviews, and recommendations, and found doctor number three. Would this be The One? Would things finally come together? Would we be able to make up our minds, once and for all, about whether or not this was the choice for us?

Apparently, yes. It was an awesome appointment! So great, in fact, that I set up a meeting for the very next day (Friday) to meet with the doctor again-- for a pre-op appointment. EEEK!!!!! This might seriously be happening, and SOON! I'm so excited, yet scared, about the whole thing. Am I being short-sighted? Am I being selfish with money that should, in reality, be spent/saved for our entire family? Am I being vain, and shallow, and egotistical? All these, and many other questions, have been roaming through my mind all afternoon and evening. My husband supports me, but still I wonder; is this something I really deserve? I just feel like I would be so much happier with this change... no matter what I have to go through. And you know what? I think I'm just going to go for it. Strike while the iron is hot, right? Okay, fine-- here goes nothing!