Thursday- NADA! Update on the Update

Last night:
Took a warm shower, laid in bed on my side, and like MAGIC, they stopped.
After 2 and a HALF hours!
Ridic!

I'm just sayin'... *update* and a scare!

Timing contractions tonight. Been having them every 5 minutes for the last 2 hours. Lasting at least one minute long. Don't want to get hopes up, but... I'm just sayin'

This after a looooong, and very stressful day which began by my doc telling me at my appt. this morning that I have shown NO PROGRESS by way of dilation, baby is at -2 and I m 50% effaced. Went to the mall to walk with my sister. Stocked up on Aveda products. Proceeded to my sis's house where Vivia played with her cats. Minutes after parting ways, VV started screaming crying from the back seat rubbing her eyes, and I saw in the rear-view-mirror that her face was covered with hives and little blisters her little lips swollen and her eyes bloodshot and lids covered with hives as well, and was clawing at her throat saying her neck was itching...
OMG! Think think think, what do I do?
I remembered I happened to have some children's chew-able Benadryl in the car, I pulled over the car and frantically dug for it, gave her one and then called Gabe. I have never been allergic to anything that I know of, but he has (cats, apparently) and so I asked him what I should do then. I was very close to a hospital- the same one she was born at, actually, and so I pulled in straightaway! Went in to the ER, and they rushed us back pretty fast, I have to say, I am impressed with the care and service and attention we got at Florida Hospital Altamonte, in their brand-new ER!
This allergy attack came on so suddenly, out of nowhere! Is probably the most frightened I have been since being her mom. Long story short, doc told me I did the same thing they would have done, and the Benadryl worked perfectly well- MAJOR PROPS to Children's Chewable Benadryl- (she thought it was candy and took it gladly), no need for more steroids or anything. He did prescribe me a "shot" to carry around though because of how quick this did happen~ next time, if it seems her throat is closing up, I am to just jab it into her leg immediately. Whaaaaa?

Anyway- Scary day. She konked out at around 6pm and is still in bed sleeping.
Thank you Jesus for protecting her-
No more kitties for Vivia. So sad, she loved them so much and had such a good time playing with them.

Anywhoo, I am off to lay down and see if these contractions stop or slow.
Till later...
Yep, here comes another, right at 5 minutes! *contraction*
They aren't painful, really. Just tight- and take my breath. Some are a bit painful tho- not the hard core ones I know are inevitable.
Come on, baby Rio!
If he's born in the next few days, he'll get to meet his Abuelo who is here from Venezuela right now. If not, he will have to wait until after Christmas when we all meet in Cancun for a family vacation.

Announcing... PRCM' What does it mean?

Wha??? you may ask.

Well, since you did~
Gabriel's father is Pablo. And G really wanted to name our boy in honor of his father.
I had a couple of qualms with it, not with the honoring his father part, but:
1. I am/we are HUGE on meaning. The most important thing to me is that we speak only blessing over our children their whole lives. And Pablo means "small". hmmm. This was our starting point.
2. Pablo is really hard to say in the English dialect.
3. All I can think of is the Blue little penguin on the Backyardigans, or Picasso.



BUT, I lOVE that G felt so strongly about honoring his father, and I agreed with that. So~
on to Phase 2:

"How can I learn to love "Pablo"?"

I somehow came across other versions and found the Italian/Brazilian one "PAolo" which, for some reason to me, is so much sexier! However, numbers 1 and 2 (above) withstanding. But at least I am not picturing a tight, stressed-out, singing cartoon character with an ear cut off.

So then I start thinking, what things are GOOD if they are small? (So as to pair it with his middle name to strengthen the meaning to us.) and thus came up with a bunch of diff't options like Paolo Lucius. "Little Light" as in "this little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine..." Gabe vetoed Lucius right away stating that Lucius, in Spanish, is the same as Lucifer. :) Which still means "angel of light" or something like that, but who would name their kid Lucifer? Another was Paolo Liam "Little Warrior"- but my good friend Joy who is also preg. with a boy laid claim to it the second she found out the sex of their baby. Plus the whole "Tori and Dean" thing makes me puke in my mouth a little...

As I was thinking, and praying about all of this over the course of several weeks, a scripture came to my mind from Ezekiel. The writer is painting a picture of a river starting from the altar of God from inside the temple. The river starts out small, but as it flows, it becomes deeper and deeper and deeper, bringing life and healing everywhere it flowed in the desert. And I quote " "So where the river flows, everything will live." And I immediately got goosebumps and knew that I knew that I knew, this was his destiny! READ THE WHOLE TEXT HERE "RIO" or River in both Spanish and Portugese. Little RIVER- Also, as a side-note, my husband learned Portugese this year at work (since he works with so many Brazilians), while I was busy at home growing PRCM, Yes I said he learned Portugese. This is my husband- he's one of those. Another RIO connection.
When I first mentioned it to G, I thought for sure he would never go for it, I was almost ready to not even say it for fear of it being instantly shot down. But a few days later, he asks me how I came up with it- (which means he's been really thinking about it), and before I could tell him, he mentioned the SAME scripture in Ezekiel, and that's what he thought of with that name! (can you say soul-mate?) SCORE! ,
Remember that phrase "So where the river flows, everything will live." because it leads us to our next and final point:

"CHAIM"- [pronounced K+long I+um, Kai-um] - as in "L'chaim!" our equivalent of "Cheers" or "Salut!"- glass held high! Chaim means "Life" in Hebrew-
Neither of which Gabe or I are or speak~ but we love the thought of it as a name, and we also love the rich Hebrew heritage we share as followers of Jesus the Jew! It was a name we had come up with back when we didn't know if Vivia was a boy or a girl yet. We held on to it. And now we see it goes perfectly! ALSO,

: We claimed a "life verse" for our family when we were first married, back in 2000.
John 10:10b "He came that they might have life, life to the full." It is a verse that anchors us as a family, and describes our goal as a family, and our family mission. Thus, a very strong theme to us and so why not name our children accordingly?

Vivia Victoria means "A Full Life of Victory"
Paolo Rio Chaim means "Little River of Life"
Seeing the pattern?
Vivia Victoria has an awesome story behind her name too- will post that at another time.

So add all that into a big pot stir it up, and out comes: "Paolo Rio Chaim Martinez"
"Little River of Life"

Now, seeing as Paolo is so hard to say in English, we will either call him Chaim or Rio.
I am having a hard time deciding between the two because they are both so cool and sexy and strong!

Gabe votes Chaim, I vote Rio. Vivia- Chaim. I am outnumbered at the moment.
Paolo or Rio when we are in Venezuela or other Spanish speaking countries, and Chaim in the USA?

I guess we will know for sure when we set eyes upon him any day now. Now he can come, he has a name!

I love this... not mine-

I found a new blog I love! (click on link to read it straight from HER blog...)
M.Writes





Here is a sample of why (I love this! It's so sweet!) :

things to remember when i'm a mom.

01. read to them and let them read to me. even if it takes forever.

02. paintbrushes and a bucket of water on a sunny sidewalk creates instant and harmless masterpieces.

03. call the babysitter and tell them how much fun the kids had with them the other night.

04. don't try to do too many things at once. be present in the moments. don't rush the doing.

05. carry snacks. and bubble gum.

06. believe in the power of the bribe.

07. don't assume that every restaurant and/or home is child proof. watch them close.

08. let them make decisions. (but not every decision. remember who's in charge.)

09. make a journal, documenting things they say. it's too easy to forget.

10. take pictures. not just when they are dolled up on sunday mornings but even on the days when they dump rice krispies all over the sofa.

11. eat around the table together more often than not.

12. praise them. say sweet things about them on the phone when they're still in the room.

13. keep dating my husband. try to find more subjects than the kids to chat about. remember to ask him about his life too. even if mine gets super overwhelming. remember what it's like to be thick in a career.

14. make family traditions. even simple ones like kissing them before they get on the bus, cutting their sandwiches in silly shapes or going on sunday evening walks.

15. create cute nicknames for them.

16. write notes and stick them in their lunchboxes. even when they are too old for lunchboxes, leave it on the bottle of orange gatorade in the fridge.

17. volunteer at their schools. be available to bring forgotten homework or to fix their wig for the halloween parade.

18. hang up their artwork. put favorites in frames that descend down the staircase wall.

19. go on trips with and without them. let them see the grand sights of world. but remember to be a person all by myself too.

20. remember what's really important: children wearing hannah montana sneakers, not that important; exercising agency, very important.

21. buy them the book of their choice; let them learn to love to read.

22. sing them each their own lullabye and say prayers every night.

23. be on their level. play with them on the floor. hold them in my lap. ride roller coasters together.

24. tell them all the reasons why they are special. again and again and again.

25. say i love you. because you can never say it enough. yet refrain from yelling it to them from the car window on the first day of junior high.

I want, I want ~ Will try to do it myself...

Kiki and Polly, is a company formed by artist, Lisa Golightly, who had the desire to bring back the idea of painted portraits and has, in the process, come up with templates for hip, shabby chic , child portraits with a modern twist. They are so cute, and can be purchased complete with your child's face inserted into the painting. Check it out here...
Such a cool idea.
When I give it a shot, I will def. show you!
In the meantime, enjoy the website. It is sooo darling! Her stuff is available for sale on Etsy here. Don't know about Etsy, you say??? OMG- I love Etsy! One of the few places you can find original stuff- is an amazing venue for artists and crafts men and women. Like an online version of an Art Fair. Only it is for all types of handmade things, not just art.

Baby really can be a ROCK STAR with this...

Baby really can be a ROCK STAR with this...
This is so funny and clever!
I had to order the Bob Marley one for Gabe as his "Congrats Daddy" present! And also The U2 one - more my taste! This is a company that decided to remake rock albums- LULLABYE style. The company is called ROCKaby Baby and the list goes from Greenday and Smashing Pumpkins to the Ramones and the Beatles. They even have an old fave of mine: the Pixies! You have to check it out! SO FUNNY...

I know.. I know...

I am playing around with the layout of my Blog and I wanted to include a soundtrack, and the only thing I have figured out so far juts out into the actual blog~ I know! BUT, if you scroll over it (the blog) the photos will pop up over the music player. Aesthetically it bugs... but you don't have to look at it. Just listen.
Hope it makes you smile.

Coincidence... I think NOT!

Real quick...
I just popped open a Perrier- something I haven't had in a while due to horrible heartburn-
but one thing I have noticed recently when I have had anything carbonated... BabyinTheBelly gets the hiccups! Coincidence... I think NOT! l
Learn all you ever cared to know about hiccups here.

Doc's Visit -- not much to report--

Went to the doc on Thursday.
50% effaced. ZERO dilation!
Doc said go ahead off of BED REST! YAY! NO MORE BEDREST- thought I was going cukOOO! Only two weeks of it, I can't imagine those of you who had to do it entire preg's. EEEEK

This should keep me busy for the next two weeks. BY THE WAY, Doc told me we could induce at 38 weeks as long as everything looks favorable etc. SO that is why I am referencing 2 weeks. I am 36 this weekend. So if goes as planned (yah right) then he will be born sometime the week of Sept 8th. WE PRAY.

A pound per minute...

Tropical Storm Fay is sitting over my house right now. She's not moving very quickly, but I wish she'd move on... b/c the low-pressure is making me contract like crazy! Weird how nature and our bodies interact without us really even paying attention.
Can't sleep again. I know I won't be getting any sleep once PRCM arrives, and all, but at least I COULD sleep if and when I could sleep. Ya know?
UUuuuugh.
My friend Crystal had Baby Rowan yesterday. Over 9 lbs! Pushed for only nine minutes~! That's one minute per pound!
WAY TO GO CRYSTAL!!!
Please God let me push for only nine minutes!
None of this over an hour and a half stuff again!
She's so beautiful! Pics courtesy of Christine (same friend who did my prego pics.)

FAVORITE things... Brooke Fraser, fave song and performer - right now

My favorite song right now...



Video has not the ability to portray how deep this song touches me. Watch the video, but only to hear the song, concentrate on the lyrics (below), they may just change your life!
No, for serious!



If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy,
I can only conclude that I was not made for here
If the flesh that I fight is at best only light and momentary,
then of course I'll feel nude when to where I'm destined, I'm compared

[CHORUS]
Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope to come for me

Am I lost or just less found? On the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way?
Is this a soul that stirs in me, is it breaking free, wanting to come alive?
Cos my comfort would prefer for me to be numb
And avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become

[CHORUS]

[BRIDGE]
For we, we are not long here
Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it
And I, I was made to live, I was made to love,
I was made to know you
Hope is coming for me
Hope, He's coming

Sunday Night Update... *Spoiler Alert: Bitc#ing and Moaning*- hurricane's a' comin' and Miley Cyrus

Disclaimer #1:
Kate, I apologize for all the run-on sentences, punctuation abuse, and all the other grammar laws I break in the process of this ranting blog...

Disclaimer #2
I know I will feel MUCH better in the morning, and be back to my rosy, happy, lovely, encouraging self. Don't worry, Freedom is still in here- Maybe she is getting some sleep, at least!


NOW, First thing that occurred to me when I found out I was Preg. back in January was that I would be due smack-dab in the middle of hurricane season. And sure enough, we are expecting one Tuesday. As if I weren't stressed enough... My friend Crystal is scheduled to be induced on Tuesd. morning. Her comment to me this am, "THEY BETTER NOT TELL ME NOT TO COME IN B/c OF THE HURRICANE!"

Sorry, I really do not want this blog to turn in to a *B*ch Fest* the sleeplessness is really getting to me. Those wonderful pills I talked about the first night have already acclimated in my body. In other words, they do not make me the least bit sleepy anymore, BUT, here goes anyway:

My list:

1. My inlaws are in town, for a week. (Love them, but stressful)
2. My mother does not get home until tomorrow night. Who knew I needed her so much? Shhh... don't tell...
3. I don't have anyone lined up to help me with VV tomorrow b/c I forgot to line someone up, because I am not used to needing help, or having to remember to "line someone up..."
4. This bedrest thing is more like a punishment for the crime of being the busy mom of a toddler. Although, I did have fun riding the electric-powered shopping cart thinggamabob today in Target!!! I love how people stare! What they don't know is I can hear their thoughts... "Why is she in one of those?" "How lazy..." "Get out of my way!" One lady with two small children gave me an understanding nod, at least...
5. I still haven't decided if I will have Vivia in school or not (and it starts in 7 hours...) yes, that is because it is 1:55 am and
   
6. I am wide-awake,
   
7. enduring hot flashes, and
   
8. Braxton hicks.
   
9. Can't feel my feet.
   
10. Listening to the new Coldplay album: fave song "Lost!", not because I am identifying with the lyrics, based solely on the music at this point- feeling indecisive. (indecisive not lost, people!) It is hard to make decisions when all I can think of, literally, is trying to find a comfortable position- which doesn't exist at this stage of the game- and repeating over and over in my mind:
    
11. "I CANNOT believe I still technically have A FREAKING MONTH LEFT!!!" The battle is most definitely in my mind! Most of the time, I win, but usually not at (now) 2:32am.

"Whoa- a -whoa... is me..." - Freedom Martinez

Jesus, are you showing me how much I can endure~ to prove to me, it is more than I think I can? OK- then, I surrender and admit that I CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, nor do I WANT to!

"Whoa-a-Whoa, God be the Solution!"- Hillsong United






I contacted some doulas via email tonight, will see what they have to say. I love the thought of a doula- but the LAST thing I want in the delivery room with me is some NEW-AGE birthjunkie trying to hypnotize me, secretly pushing their neo-breastfeeding-LeLeche-ism on me! I breastfeed, ok! But I do have another purpose for living!!! And no, it is not ONLY to breed and birth babies.
Doulas... Another decision. For another day...

By the way, My girls threw me the BEST shower on Sat. They ROCK! I feel so loved! But I must not dwell on that unless I want to start the waterworks as well!
I will update~ complete with fotos, tomorrow, before the hurricane takes away our electricity- and my a/c.



"Whoa -a- whoa... I can't wait... to see you again!"- Miley Cyrus- slash- Hannah Montana

Jumpin' on the bed...

This was Vivia and one of her BFF's Aubrey while on a mini-vacation to Disney last week. We didn't do any parks or anything, we just utilized the facilities and stayed at a great hotel to have some R&R. These girls were soooo silly!
And yes, they are saying over and over and over... "Baby in the Belly..." Whilst jumping up and down on the bed.
:)
Little Girls... Will post more pics soon...

To School or not to School...

I did the research, I searched High and Low, and found an awesome Preschool close to our house that reflects our values. Vivia went a few times over the summer to get acquainted with it~ AND LOVED IT! For the most part. On a couple of days, I had to leave her there whist she screamed "I don't wanna go to school!!!!" THAT was hard to turn around and leave...
But daily she's asking for her teacher Miss Darby. And saying "are we going to school today?"
The school called and asked if they could go ahead and enroll Vivia in their 3 year old class, because she talks and behaves on a 3 year old level. Of course, me: proud parent, says "Sure!" I did tell them I wasn't sure we were going to do it- but now I have to decide because it starts on MONDAY. This Monday...
I just don't know if it will be more hassle than anything, especially once PRCM arrives in a few weeks... What if we are up all night with him just in time to wake her up to take her to school? And I have to wake him up to get her in the car???
UGH.
I know she would love it, and as long as it didn't affect her behavior negatively, I would love for her to have something that is her own... Which was the whole point from the get-go. She's so smart, and I am at home working, caring for PRCM, my girls, etc. not teaching her the ABC's and how to read. I have to make up my mind asap. We have the money in our budget, but of course, we could spend it on other things always.
Hmmmm...
I am leaning towards NOT. Will let you know...

UPDATE... Pre-term labor!

So as you can see, from earlier posts this week, I was having what I THOUGHT were Braxton Hicks contractions, which led to a sleepless night...

So here's the whole of the story~

Sunday at church, I started having strong-er contractions in my back. Gabe and I had a thing for his school to go to, which was all the way down in Windermere, far from our house in Lake Mary/Sanford- it also required us to buy a gift, so we went to Target to purchase the gift off the registry of this family, and I continued having contractions while shopping that made me stop in my tracks from walking. Not painful, really, but just stronger- and, like I said, mostly in my back.

We left this party and got home around 5pm or so, and I went straight to my chair, where I began timing the contractions since they were coming so often. AT REST these contractions kept coming at about one every 10-12 minutes. (Still in my back).
I continued timing them until I went to lay down in bed to try and sleep. And Sunday night/Monday morning was a completely sleepless night. At around 5 am I finally dozed off and awoke to my sister Sarah knocking on my door.
As soon as I was up and around, the contractions began again.
Long story short, I called my doc to let her know (just nervous that they would only tell me to go in) and to my surprise, my nurse told me to go straight to Winnie Palmer because I was in pre-term labor!

SO I obeyed. Sarah and I picked up Desy b/c Sarah should really not be chasing Vivia around right now either... being 8 mos. preg herself!
And I spent the entire day at Winnie Palmer hospital yesterday.
When I finally saw the doctor, she prescribed me a drug to try and stop the labor (we are still too early for him to come)- and she prescribed me to bedrest. UUUUUUGGGGHHH. the dreaded bedrest. She clarified by saying, not "sitting-up" rest, but BED (horizontal) rest. for the next 2 weeks at least, because in 2 weeks, I will be 36 weeks which is safe to begin going in to labor, and not considered premature.

SO, all is well. Baby is perfectly healthy, just excited to enter the world, I guess.

I will rest up all week, so that we can still PAR-TAY on Saturday at the shower. Me, from my chair with my feet up!

Pray for us. My mom is still in Arizona for my aunt's funeral who tragically died in a fire this week, but thank God, Desy, my sister, has moved back home and without a job yet, so I will be able to utilize her help with Vivia while Gabe is at work, for at least some of the days until my mom gets back.
The doc told us last night it was time to call in some favors- because chasing around a 2 1/2 year old is def. one of the factors leading to my contractions.

I am off to take another one of my meds. (Which, by the way, allowed me a luxurious, wonderful full nights rest- as well!)
Love you all- and more details will follow.

God is in control, fear not- I am not afraid!
I am excited! This means it is close~

Check out my hospital HERE- it is like the Four Seasons! So NICE! They have tubs in all the rooms, and each room is private! So excited to utilize this facility!

OMG- I laughed 'till I cried...

If you are preg. or have ever been...
You HAVE TO see this.
It is called "Childbirth Song" by a British comedienne. ROTFLMAO!
WARNING: it is a bit graphic, but then again, so is labor and delivery...

Another sleepless nite. *now updated*

FYI... 3:23 local time-
Already laid in bed for 3 hours tossing and turning. Got up, frustrated.
Is now. 3:24am
That ambien is looking good right about now.


UPDATE: I did not take Ambien, or anything else. I finally fell asleep around 5 am just in time for my DH to get up for work. Slept in until 10:45 am to find my 2 year-old had woken up, gotten herself out of her bed, played a bit, turned on her light, put in a DVD and was happily watching it in her room. She is such an angel!!! Thanks GOD, we still have her sleep in diapers just in case even though she's fully potty trained, b/c the first thing she said to me when I walked in her room was "I peepee on the floor". -But safely in the diaper! *sigh of relief*

Braxton (Trix), um I mean Hicks...

If they aren't helping move things along, then what are they good for???
Every 10 - 15 minutes tonight as I watch the Olympics.
AAAAAArrrrrghhhhhhh!
-Just needed to vent.
Going to watch more Olympics now.

Baby Rowan's gift

Another one of my BFF's Crystal is also adding another to her brood, due exactly one month before PRCM. She had her shower last week, and this was the Name Board I made for her. She's having a girl, and her name is Rowan- which means "tree of life" or something. Thus the tree- with the bird. Yah, she's another hip/hot mama!

Preg. Photos... Fun with the Fountains

I feel pretty, oh so pretty, and boy was I in need! I still have at least 5 weeks to go, and I am really feeling it! I forget what it is like to put on a pair of jeans that are comfortable. I forget what my flat stomach once looked like, I forget what my face and my nose looked like. I am at the "Chipmunk Cheek" stage, my weekly email notified me today. Can't feel my feet by bedtime, taking Zantac by the buttloads (thank you Jesus for Zantac!) otherwise my esophagus would be ON FIRE 24/7, can't eat, breathe, or sleep... Aren't those necessities to life? I made my Doctor laugh today because I told her that. My doctor who has never had a child. She thought I was being dramatic.
Yep, def. there...

One of my BFF's Christine is a "people photographer", and she and I had some fun yesterday while on vacation together. We only took about 900 photos. Some of them just confirmed how I feel right now, but others reminded me that this really is a beautiful time in my life and if I can get up enough "umph" to get out in the Florida humidity, I can enjoy some of it!

A little nervous. They measured PRCM today on the ultrasound. He's already over 5 lbs! At this stage of the game, they usually gain a pound a week. hmmmm, 5 plus 5 equals 10!!!
And that's only to 37 weeks, So here: 5 plus 7 equals 12!!! (Can't even THINK about that!)
They said he is measuring big for his age~ uh, yeah!
I pray for him to grow big and strong and healthy! Time to drop off the "big" part of that.

Chewing Ice...

"Don't chew ice" She says, "Promise me you won't chew ice anymore..."
"Hahaaha," I laugh it off, because I cannot, on a clear conscience, make a promise I know I am physically unable to keep.
"No, I'm serious- not unless your husband LIKES spending thousands of dollars to fix your teeth."
"Yeah, I know it's bad for your teeth..." I say. Still not willing to admit that I know the first thing I am going to do when I get home, is fill up a big cup of FRESH, COLD, CRUSHED ICE and chew like a fiend getting a fix. Inhaling the smell of the ice, closing my eyes to enjoy the sensation of the crunch and the texture. Thinking this very well might be better than sex at this moment.
Could be worse, could be crack.

Obviously, my Dental Hygienist has never been pregnant and anemic before. I honestly laugh at how funny and primeval our bodies get when we are growing another human being. Cravings aren't all bad, at least mine is calorie-less and helps keep me hydrated. I really LOVE the "frost" the most. In my ice maker in my freezer, after a few weeks, a layer of frost collects on the inside of the metal part of the grinding mechanism- I grab a spoon, and scrape it off to indulge. This is the utmost fulfillment. S'like eating snow. Which is the root of my craving, but where am I going to get snow in Florida, in August? HUH, someone please tell me... No, for serious, someone please tell me...
Could be worse, could be Crack!

Obviously, I care about my teeth. I will be more careful from now on when I chew my Ice. I will pre-soak it in water to allow it to soften up before I start chomping away... I will seek out the best places with the best soft ice. Like Ikea, or the hospital or the BP station. So, I literally won't crack a tooth again, like I did last Sunday- necessitating an emergency crown on my #32 molar, costing (after insurance covered half) $650 out of pocket, and a bottle of Tylenol with Codeine.
Could be worse, COULD BE CRACK!!!

FOR SERIOUS ICE CHEWERS:
http://icechewing.iswhaticrave.com/

Ridic.!

Invites to my "SIP n SEE, Baby Sprinkle"

My friends insisted on throwing me a shower. Even though this is baby #2, it is a boy which I guess, means I can have another shower. Well, I wanted to help out, and so I designed the invites:
Here they are, they are all different, so I will show a few difft. ones (based on the series of photos I did last month)- see blog called "Ok, So, the sleepless nights"...
The theme is "Mama Bird, Party at the Nest." It is going to be an open house, drop by and see baby brother's room,- laid back style "SPRINKLE", not shower. The girls are going to be hostessing it all, and I will just sit back and relax. My girls really do ROCK the Casbah! oops, I just totally aged myself! I WAS YOUNG, I SWEAR!!!!
The invites are in a translucent envelope- so u can see the invite through, before you open it...

Click on any of the pics to see them larger.

updated pic of PRCM's nursery... ADDED BIRDS...

I love the birds! I will be adding the rest of them later, I wanted to make sure they would stick and not peel off since I have textured walls. They seem to be staying just fine.