Crane Wanted

So I had my regular check-up yesterday with my lovely Obstetrician.  I will be 38 weeks pregnant on Tuesday, but according to my regular ultra-sounds, this baby is 'ahead' of time.  (Meaning the baby is a week or two ahead 'size' wise.)

Apparently baby is all ready to go and is in perfect position for labour.  (Of course, in the course of labour, this could all change!)  He stated everything looks normal and is very happy with me.  He thinks that the baby won't be as large as first expected, I could be looking at maybe a 4 kilo-er (Monet was 4.2) but that is just an estimate.  That certainly put a smile on my face when he stated that!  I still have in the back of my mind that a 5 kilo baby has to come out (*argh*) but now, maybe not....  

As we are at the 'business' end of this pregnancy (can't wait for it to end!) I am seeing my Doc every week.  Before I left he said to me "See you next week, though I might see you earlier", along with a wink.  I don't think so.  Seriously.  I do not think so.  (But any tips on getting this ball rolling, let me know!)  Lyndon is talking this seriously, what my Doctor said, after all as Lyndon said he has probably been in the business of looking after pregnant women and delivering their children for about 35 years.  I'm still not convinced.  

But my fingers are crossed.  

Health-wise I am feeling good, bar feeling a bit tired, due to crap sleeps.  Turning over in bed is such an effort (I've asked Lyndon if he could possible hire me a crane from work) and I am so. sick. of. sleeping. with. pillows. around. my. body.  But otherwise, I no complain!

A Pain In The Tooth!

Monet may be fine now (even though we had to take her off her medication - she was going crazeeee...) but it is my turn now.  Not that I am 'sick' and my pregnancy is going along well (29 weeks today!).  My problem has to do with this bloody mouth of mine.  Dental problems.  

No wonder Monet has had trouble with her teeth when she has Lyndon and I as parents.  (Poor #2!) 

My greatest fear is going to the dentist.  Silly I know, but I just don't like people looking in my mouth and then looking in my wallet for the payment.  Both seem to hurt.  But enough was enough and I had to bite the bullet.  Literally...

Since being pregnant with #2 my teeth became all sensitive.  I tried all different type of sensitive toothpastes, which helped somewhat.  Though in the past few weeks I had been finding it hard to chew and if you know me, well, I love my food and the thought of not being able to eat a full meal was killing me.  Then about 12 days ago I felt something lodged in my tooth (thankfully a side-to-the-back-one).  I pried it with my tongue, and what do you know?  Part of my tooth fell out.  There was only one word I said and we can all guess what that word was.  (Begins with an 'f' and ends in a 'k' - yes, feck!)

I rang the dentist at our local hospital and made an appointment - I knew I couldn't live with a gaping hole in my tooth when pregnant and I knew I would get toothaches.  I was right on that, let me tell you!

So last night was D-Day for me.  I faced my fear.  I went in.  I told the dentist I was scared.  He (tried) to be gentle on me and my tooth.  With as little pain killer as possible he went in and said two words I was dreading .... "root canal".  F**k.  

I'd rather give birth than have a root canal.  At least when you give birth you get a wonderful present at the end.  With a root canal you get pain and a hefty bill.  Hey, I guess both are quite the same aren't they when I put it like that...  

He put in something to kill the nerve in my tooth (my God it hurt! - remembering I had minimal pain relief!) and I have to return late next week to begin the root canal which he will do slowly over time.  

So much to look forward to.  (Aren't you glad it is me and not you?)

Paper

It is coming up to two weeks since my last post - *I know*.  Suffering from Blogger's Block and to be honest, having a bit of a break.  I know you fellow bloggers understand.

Not too much happening around these parts besides the fact that Miss Monet now has a spacer in her mouth (to stop teeth growing in directions they shouldn't) and Lyndon is in the process of having dental work done too.  (It'll be my go next.  *heehee*)  So we've been keeping our finger on the pulse in terms of teeth around here.  Fascinating stuff really.

But the reason I am blogging today, is to say that today, March 29th, marks Lyndon and my 1st wedding anniversary.  We've come a long way in a year and what an eventful year we have had.  But a year has past and this time last year we had a terrific day.  It was everything we wanted it to be.

Happy 1st Wedding Anniversary Mr. Lyndon.  xx