Reasons to Hyperventilate

If there is anything that really bothers my mother about me, it is that I think too much.

I could give you a list of the things I think too much about, but then I would start thinking about them again.  And then my whole morning would go down the drain.

Because one result of me thinking too much is me hyperventilating.

When it is after 10:00 pm and I start doing this, things get really ugly.  This is when Justin tells me to go to bed.

But sometimes it does not have to be after 10:00 pm for this to  happen.

Like when I was pregnant with E, and they took my blood, and I saw all those vials stacked up, and I was pretty certain I was going to die because they took all my blood away, and I had to sit on the couch and watch an Anne of Green Gables marathon to keep myself from thinking about the blood anymore (or the fact that the hole in my arm might start squirting blood all over if I took the band-aid off).

Yes, this is how it goes.

Which is why when E told me her tooth was loose yesterday I knew I was in for an all-out fit.

Can I just say that I still have recurring nightmares about losing teeth?

You know that moment when one string remains attached between tooth and gum, and you can twist the tooth and pull it upward off your gum, but the string doesn't snap?

Or when it does come out and it won't stop bleeding?

Or that horrible feeling of empty, squishy, wet, cool gum?

Heaven help me, I am NOT ready for this.