|Kurbis baby hat|
Back in January I had my teeth cleaned and told the hygienist that I wanted to skip the X-rays because there was a chance I could be pregnant. When the dentist came in after the cleaning, she told him why we'd passed on the X-rays and he said, "Oh yes? Let's have a look."
Dentist, to the technician: "Want to make a prediction? Check out these gums."
Me: "Actually, that's called gum disease and me not flossing." (Joke's on you, doc!)
Dentist: "Mmm-hmmm. A woman of your age, with gums like that . . . pregnancy is hard on your gums, and it can show up pretty quickly. I've been right before, that's all I'm saying."
I rolled my eyes at him and went on my way.
Next morning, I got in the shower and just about hit the ceiling when the water fire-hosed into my chest. (This is mostly GH's fault--he has tinkered with the water pressure because he thinks that if you leave the shower with intact nipples then you did it wrong. But still. It was worse than usual.)
So at lunch, even though it was still a couple of days before I thought I could get reliable results, grumbling at the know-it-all dentist who was probably just giving me false hope, I took a pregnancy test.
And what do you know--I do have pregnant gums.
I'm 14 weeks along now and feeling good (baby is due around October 6). My top craving has been Philly cheese steaks. I do mine with grilled roast beef, green peppers, provolone, and cream cheese--also I sometimes put butter on the sandwich roll before I toast it, for the calcium. I've converted Spitfire, and the possibility of sharing a sandwich with me can sometimes lure her to my home during the lunch hour.
I am finally able to knit again since it no longer induces nausea, and that cute little pumpkin hat is the first thing I've managed. When I showed it off to GH last night and told him the baby can wear it while we take TDL trick-or-treating this year, he looked at me like I was insane.
GH: We aren't taking the baby trick-or-treating. He won't even be a month old!
Me: So? It'll be fine, I'll just hold the baby in a carrier.
GH: That's RSV season! You want to take him or her out with all those other kids???
Me: What other kids?
GH: The kids! That kids that are running around everywhere all coughing and sick!
Me: Nobody will getting close to me. Exactly how many kids did you see coughing into my boobs last Halloween?
So apparently they hand out RSV along with the Halloween candy. Good to know.