The Dentist

I'm not sure if Hendrix loved being at the dentist with me today or hated it. Regardless, he was animated like I haven't felt him before. Maybe it was because I was reclined all the way back? He is getting much stronger.

Since I couldn't take a tranquilizer, I took my relaxation cds. The hygenist was very nice, but it was one of the roughest cleanings I have ever had. I'm still sore and can only imagine what it will be like tomorrow. They said that I have pregnancy induced gingivitis and that could be why everything was more sensitive. Plus, I was drug free, which really sucked. I'm still shocked at myself for keeping the appointment.

Otherwise, no cavities, which is huge. After I had Ivy, I had 7 cavities. Yep, I sure wasn't proud of that accomplishment. At least I'm not headed down that road again!

I just did the math

If Hendrix waits as long as he is supposed to, I only have 138 days left. Exactly. This is going to fly by!

Over the moon post

It's a boy!

Hendrix John Thomas Murphy.

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Hello little hand

I left this one on it's side so I could explain it better. At 12 oclock you can see his nose, nostrils, lips and chin. Just like he is looking straight at you. He has a hand under his chin.

He's beautiful.

The Best

There are some things this pregnancy that I will proclaim "The Best" . And far and away the best of the best have been the amazingly comforting and beautiful dreams that I've had of my dad.

There was a time while I was still grieving that my visits from dad in my dreams went away. And I reeled from the loss. I missed him so much, and then to miss him in my dreams was like salt in the wounds.

But now my dad has come back to me. I wake up smiling from seeing him. And he is always smiling and happy too. It had been a very long time since I had seen him that way before he got sick and died.

My Nana will be 90 this weekend. She reminds me of the Natalie Merchant song, "Wonder". I love my Nana. But anyone turning 90, reminds me of how much time has been stolen from me and my kids having their own grandparent.

I miss him. Maybe I'll go take a nap.

Hurry up already!

Nope, I'm not talking about the pregnancy, but my 20 week ultrasound.

It is taking forever to get here. I'm holding my breath again, wanting to just know that everything is ok.

Wednesday cannot come soon enough.

To be a good parent

I was reading a Bazaar magazine interview with Frances Bean Cobain and her mom, Courtney Love was quoted as saying,
"Whatever you want to say about me, go look at my kid...I don't think any child has ever been more wanted. And I don't think that any parents have wanted to f*ck up less."
This is exactly how I feel about each of my kids. I have always admired Courtney and felt so badly for her dealing with her drug addiction. That quote really hit home to me.

Pregnancy Police Attack

And I didn't do anything wrong! And they were both under 16!
This week I had to escape from the in-law infestation, but mostly from Chris, so I had a night out with some of my girls.
On her way to meet me and some friends for dinner, my sis had to take my niece home. She told my niece that she was meeting me and some friends for drinks. My niece came unglued and said that I can't be drinking because I'm pregnant. My sis said that she was sure that I would have a soda or something besides alcohol. My niece then quietly said, "Drinking is very bad for the baby." She's 10.
Then my nephew called my sis to see if he could do something with his friends. He asked what she was doing. She said, "I'm out with Auntie and some friends." He then comes unglued and says, "Auntie cannot be drinking. Is Auntie drinking? She is pregnant and can't be drinking." My sis told him to relax and the I was having a virgin pina colada, just like he has at dinner. He's 15.
The eyes are everywhere.