The lady said everything looked really good, which is really nice to hear since last weekend I had what I consider to be a complication. Should be nothing, I hope, though. She said that according to the ultrasound machine, gestational age is a bit younger than we originally thought but not enough to change my due date, so…? Who knows. So yeah, it’s not much to see now, but it’s there! And not twins!

A friend of mine messaged me last Friday out of the blue. She’s typically one who’s hard to keep in touch with and the rest of us give her a hard time because she rarely responds to phone calls, emails, or texts. She said, “Are you guys ok? I had a weird dream and felt I needed to check on you.” So I replied that, yes, we’re fine, and that I was pregnant, yada, yada, yada. She says back that she dreamed I was pregnant! And in a second message: “with twins!” So, the visionary in the group was halfway right, pregnant yes, twins no!

This morning was… interesting.

We were getting ready to leave for the dentist and I called Elijah up from the computer where he was playing Purble Palace, to come and get dressed. He slipped on step 1 of 3 and fell, busting his chin open on the underside. He has a pretty good gash, though I don’t guess it’s good enough for stitches. It’s all bandaged up now and ok but this morning, oh the horror. I hope it heals quickly!

That almost made us late for the dentist, too. But we got there and I filled out the paperwork and we went right back. I had prepped Elijah the best I could (you might remember how he had a bad tooth removed last year and so it’s been a long year getting him back from screaming and yelling when he’s had to go to any kind of doctor) but he still got upset when he saw the light. But once we showed him it was just a light, he really chilled out. It’s crazy, though, that he actually liked this dentist and hated the children’s dentist last year. I think a big part of it is that at this place they let me stay with him whereas the children’s dentist made him go alone and so did the oral surgeon that day. You can imagine how that would really ingrain upon a 4-year-old like it did. So this morning they checked him out and the dentist asked him who had been brushing his teeth (Elijah won’t let me help) and commended him on a job well done, then the hygienist cleaned him all up and when he was all done, he said, “I like that, I like the dentist!” lol, whatever works!

Well, now it’s over. Except for the healing process, of course. I just hope it’s a speedy process. I have many projects I have to get done, some by this Sunday. I don’t feel like just sleeping, I can’t fall asleep right now, but I don’t feel like doing anything of any value, either. I’m just sitting here playing Packrat and thinking about switching over to The Sims 2.

Elijah had his ENT appointment at the same time I was getting my teeth out. My mother-in-law had to take him, if we didn’t take this appointment, he wouldn’t have gotten in until September 19! His tonsils are still huge but they don’t seem to bother him much. They’re scary looking, though. So the ENT (which is the same one that did his tongue last year) gave him three more medicines and wants to see him in another month. I guess then if they’re not down, they’ll come out.

So that’s where we stand. I can’t stand tasting blood all the time like I am but putting the gauze in really gags me. So blah. I hope it heals soon. They said I wasn’t bleeding a lot, the nurse kept acting like it was good.

But it was so weird. Before today, I’d never been put out for anything before (that I’m aware of). The last thing I remember was looking at the ceiling, feeling some, like, popping in my head (like when you stand up too fast), then I woke up in recovery. I kept trying to lay down and go to sleep and they kept holding me up. I was really dizzy and my face numb. But I think I was pretty coherent. Apparently when the nurse mentioned they’d give me antibiotics, I told her I wanted a Diflucan, too. I don’t remember that, but Steve says I did. I am bewildered though, that I walked to recovery, because I don’t remember that, either!

So, once again, I’m very glad it’s over and I’m praying I recover quickly!!

Um… nests. Yes. There’s a nest on my kitchen table, in a freezer bag. It’s pretty cool, actually. The best constructed one I’ve ever gotten to hold, haha. Someone or something knocked it off the light it was on and the birds had already built another one in its place. I guess the ugly building across the street is good for something, it houses at least four bird’s nests right now on the light fixtures. And now, science class, here we come!

Dentist. Ugh. Yeah I finally got in there today. My gums still hurt. It’s been a long time. But, I was told, they look pretty good (and they expected worse) considering how long it’s been. But I do have some cavities to get taken care of and duh, I do have to get my wisdom teeth out. Yes, some of you may remember me talking about my wisdoms on here years ago. Nope, still haven’t done it. I don’t put myself in situations of surgery unless forced.

So yeah, I forgot what else I was saying and now I’m tired. Too tired to stay here and wait for this last website to finish uploading to the new server. This particular site is 1.12 GB in size and it’s taking forever. And, no, I still haven’t figured out how to get the move with SSH to work. Sorry about that. :) Fortunately, I saved this one for last…