Major abdominal surgery...sign me up.

I, being leery of anyone approaching me with anything sharp or pointy, am being forced to have my belly sliced open in 5 days. Granted, it will net me perhaps the greatest thing I can imagine, a son. Regardless of that and the fact that there will be medical professionals involved, there will be plenty of sharp and pointy things as well. I have to have a cesarean. I was not given an option, because if I don't there is a risk that both baby or I could lose way too much blood if we try to do it the old fashioned way. However, after learning that this is what I would have to do and trying to come to terms with all of the sharp and pointy things involved (all of the things I would have had in a normal birth times about 100 million) I have learned that there are many women out there who are envious of me. Comments like "oh, I wish my DR would let me do one of those" and "You lucked out" have been the norm. Add to that the several women who have said "My c-section was the best thing ever" and I am speechless. What...."the best thing ever"???? Isn't that like saying "oh, my appendix just burst.....YES...now I get to have surgery"!!! Sorry, I just don't buy it. I know that 24 hours of contractions probably hurts...a lot. But they'll give you drugs. And you're not left with a large wound to deal with on top of a brand new baby. Now everyone keeps telling me..."oh, the incision is so small". Well, to me, if it's bigger than a paper cut, it's large. Call me a wuss. I fully accept my wussiness. Perhaps in a week I will be sitting in my hospital bed thinking "that was great, I hope I get pregnant again right away so I can have another c-section" but I doubt it.