All I Want for Christmas is My Two Front Teeth

How bad do you hate me for getting that song stuck in your head? Sorry. But it is true. My teeth... my two front teeth. Poor 2 year old me fell and knocked 'em right out. They didn't grow in forever so the dentist had to split my gums to let them loose. When they did come in they were brown, twisted, and sensitive from the antibiotics I took as a kid. My mom had to hold me down to brush my teeth, makes me clinch my jaw just thinking about it. Not sure who was more traumatized by that, me or her?

As my teeth came into their own, with a bit of help from the orthodontist, they needed colored. I went to a dentist who put great caps on them. Right before Scott & I got married I got them redone. These teeth are now 18 years old. 18! That means they could vote, drive, graduate from high school. They've been through a lot with me - a wedding, buying our first two houses, 3 babies... we have history. But now they are wanting to fall apart. So before one pops off at the most embarrassing time, I'm getting them redone and I'm a little freaked out. I'm not only getting that done, I'm doing the whitening trays too. I'll keep you posted...

Wish me luck!! I'm white knuckled thinking about it all.