Root canal? Why not?

So here I was expecting this root canal to be HORRIBLE, but it was actually not that bad. I'm not saying that I would like to experience that again but I really think I had created this monster in my mind. I feel lucky to have had a great dentist and he did an amazing job of making me feel comfortable and at ease. It's just one more thing I can cross off my list of facing something that scares me. Once I experience something it no longer has that power over me. Part one is over and done with and in two weeks I return for part two.
More to come....

Dental woes

So Zach and I have been talking about starting our family in the next year or so. I am equally excited and nervous at the thought of this. Well, I thought I should get my body "baby ready" by tuning it up. I've had some dental fillings since my early to mid-twenties and I know that they would have to be replaced soon. Since it's not recommended to have novocaine whilst pregnant I am having a major dental overhaul, cleaning, replacing fillings, etc. About a month a go I had an old crown replaced and it was fine for a while but in the last week or so it's been extremely sensitive. So I just found out yesterday that my tooth has rejected this new crown and retaliated. In other words my tooth is pissed! So now I need a root canal and now I'm pissed! I've NEVER had a root canal and I'm sure I'll be fine and won't feel a thing but it's always conjured up such fear in me to have this procedure done. Just the name alone is frightening. ROOT CANAL. Kill the root. Canal, as in deep. Nerves live there. Nerves don't like to be agitated. We should stay out of their space, right? I don't really have a choice in the matter I mean, it's going to be fine, I hope. I'm sure one day if I am lucky enough to have a baby I will read this blog again and laugh. Laugh at notion that the root canal was a walk in the park compared to giving birth.

A commitment to my blog

It's been eons since I've updated my blog. Many changes have occurred since returning to live in the U.S. but that is no excuse for not keeping this blog up to date. So from this day forward I am making myself a promise to exercise my blogging skills on a regular basis. More to come...

Signs, signs, everywhere signs

I love "signs" in life. I've been working on my photography again and getting organized with my ideas, writing them down when I get them, and started some projects. Our neighbors just moved out this weekend and one of them is a photographer who had some equipment that he was selling. Well I bought alot of great darkroom equipment from him for a good price. I think the timing is funny because right before we moved out of the country my husband talked me into donating my old darkroom equipment since we wouldn't be able to use it in Europe because of the different plugs etc. Now we've just moved back and I have a chance to buy some back almost immediately. I love it. I miss spending the whole day in the darkroom perfecting my prints and can't wait to get back in there and get to work.

I want my mommy!

What is it about being sick that makes us wish our mom could be bedside until we feel better? For the past week I've had this virus that could wipe out a small island. I don't know how I survived but I feel like I'm slowly loosening the hands of the grim reaper. On Wed. morning upon awakening I actually cried myself back to sleep because my body ached so much. I was very surprised to wake up much less to find myself in less pain and able to move about some. I felt so damn helpless. I guess that's where the "mommy" syndrome comes in. I remember when I had to have my wisdom teeth extracted. I had them removed at a dentist near my mom's house and had every intention of driving myself home, which was Burbank at the time and recouping there. Well thankfully she talked me into staying at her house after the surgery. She drove me home, filled my pain killer prescription, rented me some movies, propped me up on the couch, made some homemade soup and other liquids, and helped me change out my bloody gauze. Yup, good old mom. Could have used her around the house this last week. Don't worry folks, I plan on having her around when our first baby comes home, someday soon hopefully. P.s. That's not my mom and that's not me and a sibling. I just thought the picture was a perfect fit for this post.

Back in the East Bay

My husband and I recently moved back to Oakland, Ca after living in London for a short while. We had a great time in London but are happy to be back to a place we now consider "home". Great friendships were made here and I am looking forward to settling down here for a while. More to come.