So silly

Rationally, I don’t know why I was so anxious and worked up over going to the dentist. I started imagining all of these terrible outcomes (mostly related to adverse affects on my baby) and once that ball got rolling, forget about it. Thankfully, none of my fears were actualized. They did not treat me like a big weenie because I was nervous. They took all of my concerns into account and since I told them I was pregnant when I made the appointment, they didn’t even ask to take an x-ray (so I didn’t have to play out the scenario in my head when I convince them I don’t want an x-ray because I’m afraid it will hurt he baby and they try to convince me how much they need it). I told them I can’t lie flat for a long period of time because the baby needs to get enough oxygen and they set the chair up inclined a little higher than normal and raised it a few times for me to take a break. The hygienist talked to me about nice boring things to distract me so I would calm down and she used a topical pain killer on my gums so they wouldn’t hurt as she did the cleaning. It turns out I have pregnancy gingivitis which they explained is very common for pregnant women but I caught it very early and everything would be fine. I feel silly for having put this visit off but I’m glad I did because otherwise I may have gone back to my old dentist (who is an hour away) and he would have hacked the heck out of my mouth. I was so stressed out before going to the dentist and during the beginning of the appointment I was clenching my hands and I had little moon nail marks all over my hand. Once I calmed down it was fine. I have another appointment at the end of February to make sure everything’s ok and then I will just do my regular check-ups with no stress because I love my new dentist.

Other less pleasant news includes the fact that I got barely any sleep last night between acid reflux and crazy belly kicks. I got up around 1 am for a glass of milk and tried sleeping sitting propped up which helped a little. But Banjo was trying to claw/kick/tunnel his way out of my lower right belly so I thought I needed to sleep on my side. Usually he calms down after I switch to my left side. No change. I had my usual pillow between my legs and I had read that a pillow supporting under the belly can help so I did that too and still no change. Ow, ow, ow. I tried switching to my right side. No change. After multiple position changes I went in and out of sleep a few times and looked at the clock way too many times and *poof* then it was time to wake up. Grrr.

I dragged my groggy butt around the house getting ready and on my way to my car I slipped on some ice by the garage door. Luckily, I didn’t fall but I did a fancy little move to keep from falling and all of my carefulness in the last few days of trying not to misalign my hips and pelvic joints went right out the window during my little So You Think You Can Dance performance. Too bad I didn’t think to include jazz hands. Something popped and Oh My Ouchness. So now I’ve got lower back pain on top of irritating the already sensitive joint pain. Two Tylenol and some water and am trying not to leave my desk because every step is excruciating. I’m just so thankful I didn’t actually fall because then I’d be panicking about Banjo getting hurt.