April was amazing. Not necessarily in a good way, mind you, but amazing nevertheless.
Quick rundown:
April 1—my 39th birthday! And how did Ameliabee celebrate turning Very Nearly Forty? By having emergency dental surgery, of course. Yes, yes, I know that if I actually visited the dentist on a fairly regular basis, la, la, la. If I didn’t have such a paralyzing fear of dentistry so bad that typing this is difficult, I would. But…I do have said fear, and hence our story.
Basically, I was in a lot of pain (which I was attributing to TMJ) for a day or two. It was so bad that I had the telephone book out and was looking up dental clinics as I lay awake from the pain and throbbing in my head. When Mr. Ameliabee came downstairs in the morning (I slept on the couch as laying down made the pain worse) he yelped and dragged me upstairs to look in a mirror. The entire left side of my head was swelled up to the point that I could just barely open my mouth and left eye. Also, the pain was so bad that I was dizzy and threw up a little.
So…off to the emergency dental clinic to wait for several hours. To give you an idea about the pain, I was actually glad to be there instead of hyperventilating like I normally am. (Truly, my dental-phobia is so bad that I’ve considered having them put me under completely to do fillings and such. Yes, I am that crazy.) Anywhoo. A few hours, 12 Novocain and 5 antibiotic shots later I was minus one tooth and carrying a prescription for Vicodin. The infection was so bad that the swelling in my face didn’t go down for 4 days. Made for some lovely afternoons at work, I can tell you.
So that was April 1. Then, my very dear friend got very very sick with a rare neurological condition. I won’t go into it much here, because that is her story to tell, not mine—but the short version is that she got some horrible medical care, and some wonderful medical care, and is now heading up the long road to recovery. Spent time hanging out in the hospital, hanging out with the kids, etc. I have to tell you, these are great kids. I know that they were very stressed out with Mommy suddenly gone, Daddy hanging by the end of his rope and Crazy Ameliabee hanging around all the time, but they hung in there. Truly, they are the cutest and best kids around. Bar none.
Through this excitement I have an even greater appreciation for parents (though oddly not my own, which I suppose is a Whole Different BlogPost)—and am more secure than ever in the knowledge that I would not be able to do it. I just don’t have enough to give to kids, I’m not stable enough to be dependable, and I’m just not cut out for it. Thankfully, with the aforementioned birthday the possibility becomes more and more remote by the day. One of the things I love the best about these particular friends is that, even though I love their kids and love to play with them and take care of them, they have never, not once doubted our decision to remain childless. They trust our self-knowledge and believe us when we say that we couldn’t do it. Which, considering how much unsolicited advice I get about this topic from family, co-workers, and random people in the grocery store, is a welcome change.
Now, onward to the Big News!
As you can guess from the above ranting about kids, I am indeed not pregnant.
What I am is a New Homeowner! Yep, it’s true. Mr. and Mrs. Ameliabee are moving to our very own, brand-spanking new condominium! It was such a truly great deal that we couldn’t pass it up, our lease was ending and, why the heck not? The whole thing was kind of a spur of the moment decision—but then again, all of our major life decisions have been made this way: marriage, moving to Wisconsin, buying a car, moving to Ohio, now the house.
And a car. We are single-handedly jumping starting the economy up in here! With our move to the ‘burbs, we need to have another car so we shall hopefully be the proud owners of a 2005 Scion within the next week. Photos of both house and car to follow, once I have both in my possession.
And that is about it. Whew!
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