When all of the days of the week end up turning into never-ending Mondays, the only option you have is to pull out the leather jacket and oxfords and hope the week ends more peacefully than it began. I have the worst dental anxiety, to the point where the majority of my dental work is now done under sedation. So you can imagine how thrilling it was to find out that not only had I cracked a tooth, but I had to have it removed and have a metal post inserted in its place. Without sedation because I’m pregnant, thankyouverymuch. Following the old adage about strength in numbers, I brought my blogging buddy and big brother to the appointment for moral support. I’m happy to report there were no tears, but I can’t report that the stress ball I held made it out in one piece.