I have been on a hiatus, at least for me, because I went under the knife on Friday. I went to an Oral Surgeon because he would knock me out, because my dentist would just numb me and I KNEW that was not for me. All I can say is that I love being knocked out you have no idea what is going on and you wake up so fast. You are not aware of the pain, yet. Brett stayed home and worked while he watched Gwenie and I slept. It was so great to sleep and not worry/take care of Gwenie. I have never been able to do that since I had her so it was a real treat for me, even though it took surgery to do so. I was really proud of my two teeth, as you can see below. I told the Doctor that I wanted to take them home, I find it interesting to look at them, thought you might to. I am so glad that I got knocked out because these suckers had HUGE roots, plus all the stitches that I have I could not have handled being awake knowing there was a needle going through my gums, I am cringing even now just writing about it.
Hopefully I will be able to chew sometime soon. I am always starving. I ran out of my Thrifty's Rainbow Sherbet really fast and I am having withdrawals, not good.
On a happier, less gruesome note, Gwenie is talking like crazy and putting 2 to 3 words together and shocking us when she comes out with them. "Go outside, DaDa." was the first one. She even had her shoes and handed them to him. So fun. I know it is only the beginning and girls never stop talking, but I am looking forward to it all.
