gah.

so, what's left of my poor old tooth cracked this evening. grr. i can feel a shard wobbling around back there. right now i'm clenching the inside of my cheek and hoping it doesn't wander around. i want labour to start *now* so i can have the baby and then get some proper non-temporary dentistry done, damnit!

i emailed my mum earlier to say "wah wah wah, poor little me, wah wah" (i'm paraphrasing here, but not by much), and she still hasn't written back. i was just getting sulky about it and about to complain to my husband ("i wrote her a half hour ago and she hasn't written back yet to say 'poor you!'"), when it occurred to me - and instead i said to my husband, "thirty-five years from now, we will be trying to enjoy our retirement, and old thumper will be whining that it wrote us an email and we've gone a whole thirty minutes without responding with appropriate sympathy. what have we gotten ourselves into?"

why are we doing this again?