No End in Sight

This week, I was really excited about going to the orthodontist.  Dr. U had taken molds of the teeth 2 weeks ago and I was supposed to get the update.  Now, the little spacers had been put in last time and I knew that was probably not a good thing!  Now, I know that it wasn't a good thing.

Instead of having any idea of what was going on, I was instead disappointed to learn that I had to not only get the molar bands on the last 3 teeth that were metal-free, but I also had to create some gaps in my upper teeth.  I was nervous that I was going to be some gap-toothed hillbilly.  So, so not me!

He has assured me that I won't look any different and the gaps will be barely noticeable!  Here's to hoping...
I got my next appointment in a month and then I will get another wire adjustment and new rubberbands.  But, the powerchain is gone for now.
In October, I will have molds done again, so probably looking at surgery in November which will be almost exactly a year, as predicted!

Holden - The New Man in My Life

So, I have a new man in my life.  No, not what you may think.  It's my 3-month old nephew, Holden.  He is so adorable and alert and completely stealing my heart.  Now, I have a little nephew to complement my baby niece.

Not Always as It Seems

I went to the orthodontist last week.  I wanted to believe that I was close to jaw surgery, but it didn't end up happening the way that I thought that it would.  I was getting molds of the teeth and left with more spacers in order to get more molar bands.  Doesn't sound like I'm getting too close.  I begged him to let me have the surgery as soon as possible.  Of course, he agreed with me but didn't seem to get that I'm ready for it.  

I'm getting anxious to get this done.  I never noticed all the signs of an underdeveloped jaw until it was pointed out.  Now that I know, I'm ready to get it done.  

Smile with Some Bling-Bling!

About a year before my braces!

A Month before I was scheduled to get braces

Last weekend with the bling-bling, 6 1/2 mos.

I've had my braces on for about 6 1/2 months and haven't posted any photos of my new look!

I keep telling people that I'm unsure about wearing the braces but I have been assured that they don't even notice. It may make me look younger but there is no reason to be shy about smiling!

I'm a Winner! Finally!?!

Not that I am a fast runner by any means of the imagination. I run just fast enough to get anywhere. I did run the Bulldog Jog this last weekend on the beautiful Butler University campus. I was #1 in my bracket! Now, that is a first. I won't say that it was a very large race, but I had a PR at 24 minutes and 40 seconds and finally broke the 25 minute barrier...

And, I got to see my grandparents, ages 69 and 70 walk the Bulldog Jog and finish at 45 minutes. We won't mention that Bec, the marathon runner, was just happy to run the entire race after having a baby 6 months ago. She might want to consider training a little bit more if she wants to run 13.1 miles in May! But, I guess she's taking baby steps, no pun intended...

Like Any Proud Aunt!

I had to just gush and add an updated pic of my favorite (aka only) niece, Baby V. Yes, she is adorable and huge; a sign of a very, very healthy baby!

Can't wait to see the gorgeous woman that she will become...

Oh, and she obviously is a child genius! At 5 months, she can play the piano with her mouth; actually, she tries to eat everything. Supposedly, that's another sign of a very healthy baby.

Not Commitment Phobic, Just "Commitment Phobic" Phobic

Following up on a previous post, I decided this weekend that I am not commitment phobic, just "commitment phobic" phobic.  I've become really cautious of relationships because of all the commitment phobic men out there.  They come and go and take a little piece of your heart, come on, girls, you know that ones that I'm talking about.

It just makes me nervous to commit.  Once I've made up my mind to be committed, I'm committed and that makes me leery of giving my heart away.  So, that fear of commitment phobic men masquerades as a fear of commitment on my part.  See, there was a perfect logic explanation for my "craziness"!