the story of my life

Allow me a few moments of self-indulgent pity. So, today was basically the WORST. DAY. EVER. I know that my extremist tendencies make me a bit prone to hyperbole as it is, but rest assured that today COMPLETELY merits that distinction.

As I sit here typing, my tooth is still throbbing from the effects of going to the dentist this morning. What should have just been a quick (ha) dental visit to fill a couple of cavities turned into a nightmare of epic proportions. First of all, let me state that I HATE going to the dentist -- with the drill sounding worse than nails on a chalkboard, the numbness, the dentist asking questions and expecting an answer all while my mouth is full of dental instruments, the constant dryness of my mouth and inability to swallow while being worked on -- really there is nothing to like about it. Well, let's just say this morning was even worse than usual. Apparently the cavities were REALLY deep -- so LOTS of drilling was involved, and on one side my tooth was numb but my gums weren't -- resulting in moments of pain, and on the other side they hit a nerve and managed to slice open my lip with the metal band thingy that they put around the tooth as they're filling it -- more pain, and in the end the dentist told me that because the cavities were so deep I would most likely need to get root canals. As he was telling me this, my tooth on the left side was already starting to throb and I couldn't close my mouth and let my tongue or bottom teeth touch it because it kept sending sharp, shooting pains through the tooth. Yea! Well, that was a bad sign, clearly, so the doctor gave me another shot to numb things up better, and started drilling again to do a pulpotomy. Double yea! Now I need to schedule a root canal with an endodentist ASAP to fix this tooth.

So, here we are at the end of the day. My tooth has been throbbing all day long, I still can't touch my teeth together -- thus ruling out any kind of chewing for food, and I don't think Tylenol with Codeine does a THING for pain.

And while I'm pitying myself here, I'm starting to get paranoid that I might be developing gestational diabetes due to my unexplained and epic weight gain over the last few days and weeks, not to mention my eyes have been bothering me whenever I've worn my contacts over the last month and my eye doctor said it would really be best if I just wore my glasses till after I deliver this baby. Triple yea! Anybody want to trade lives with me? Hahaha.

Alright, gripefest over. Here are the rest of the happenings over the last few weeks:

Easter was a lot of fun. Scott had Good Friday off, so we made a quick trip over to visit his sister Kristin and her family on Thursday night and came back on Friday evening just in time to welcome my mom and Amy and Jacob. They came up for a quick trip for their Spring Break and it was a blast. Sarah came down with baby Eleanor to hang out with us on Monday, and then everyone left to go back home on Wednesday. Even though we didn't exactly have Springy weather to enjoy the Spring Break, it was still a lot of fun. Ethan was in Super Nintendo heaven the whole time, and all the kids loved having Eleanor here. Almost too much. I'm worried about poor baby Jane being suffocated by their love once she's here!

The kids started posing on the stairs before I even realized what they were doing. I guess they figured we took pictures before coming down to see what Santa brought, so the Easter Bunny deserves the same respect. Hahaha.

Their loot -- courtesy of the Dollar Tree


The obligatory Easter outfit shot. Let's just say rushing for 9 o'clock church cramped its style a bit.

Of course it wouldn't be my life if the fun we had while the family was here weren't tempered by a bit of bad luck. When everyone was leaving Wednesday morning, the kids and I went out to see them off and say good-bye. Well, someone locked the door on the way out and left all of us out in the cold. Sarah had already left, but my mom was still in the driveway which was very fortunate because I didn't even have real shoes on much less my cell phone. Of course, I'm the only one with the house key so a call to Scott only served useful in Googling a locksmith, and so 25 minutes and 65 bucks later, we were back in the house! Sarah showed up about 10 minutes into our wait because she left some stuff at the house and we all piled into mom's minivan for a little more family bonding:

Sidenote: When "Mr. Lock" came, he asked to see ID when I gave him the check. After looking at my driver's license he commented "you look different." Oh gee, thanks. You mean I don't look the same 7 years and 3 1/2 children later, 30 pounds heavier, and sporting my awesome glasses and ungroomed and unruly tresses? Just what every pregnant woman wants to hear.

To end on a fun and happy note, here is a picture of my shopping success at the mall last night before all my troubles started this morning:


After making fabulous use of my Gymbucks, reward cards, and massive winter clearance sales, I scored all of these clothes for Jane for ... (drumroll please) 50 cents! You would think that already having 2 girls would mean we're set for clothes for this little one but you would think wrong. For one thing neither Grace nor Sophie was a summer baby, and for another thing a lot of their play clothes are kind of trashed at this point. When I took stock of the girl clothes that are put away, I discovered that I have basically no winter clothes that will fit her for this year. All in all, it was a very successful trip.


And just for fun:

Here is Sophie's favorite perch.



Whenever I'm at the computer (which is probably too often), Sophie climbs up on the fireplace, pulls some paper out of the printer, and starts to color. She's funny.

Well, folks that's all. Tomorrow is another day, right?