I got the spacers for my braces in yesterday. And of course, before bed I floss and pop one out so I had to go back today. I feel like there's giant pieces of steak stuck between my teeth and it's crowding my already cramped my mouth. It hurts so much I think I'm beyond the point of tears. They kept telling my ibuprofen will be my best friend. But all I can take is Tylenol. Mike asked me if I'd be mad if it turned out I wasn't pregnant and was staying away from painkillers needlessly. I told him mad wasn't the right word. Sure, it'll be bummer that I'm dealing with pain that is literally making me physically ill, but that won't be what upsets me about not being pregnant. I want to raise a child so badly. That saying of not missing what you have until it's gone is too true. I had a lot of hopes and plans for Robin. Everything from trips to the zoo to the sex talk. When she died, all of that died too. I don't know if I'll be able to think like that in any future pregnancies, but I want the opportunity, more than anything. So even though this pain is excruciating, I'll go through it gladly if it means the safe arrival of a baby.