Why do I even do this to myself?
Sure, go ahead and schedule a midwife appointment and a dentist appointment for your son on the same day.
You’ll probably get enough sleep the night before.
Everyone will be ready on time.
You’ll have someone to watch Ronan during your appointment, and traffic will be fine.
It wont be too late for nap time when you get home.
Ronan will go down for a nap easily, even though he’s over tired.
You won’t have to wake him up five minutes before his appointment, because he’ll already be up on his own!
A twenty month old boy will be an angel in a dentist’s chair, no tantrums, fits or screaming.
Does this all sound a bit like fantasy? That’s because it IS.
In all honesty, it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. But I don’t know why I do this to myself.
My midwife visit was amazing, despite being nearly 15 minutes late. I never really feel like a whole month has gone by between visits, and I feel like we click so well. I had a few questions today that I was seriously worried about, and she made me feel so much better. She never makes me feel silly about asking them, either! “If that’s how you want it, we’ll make it work.” I don’t think I could possibly feel better about my choices or my care.
Ronan napped well, but I had to wake him up. I HATE to wake him up, especially for something as foreign as a first dentist appointment. But the dentist was FANTASTIC, and they had a TV with story-book shows playing, so he just sat in the chair while she poked around in his mouth. Good news… that gaping hole in his tooth is NOT a cavity! So we get it checked again in 6 months, and stop worrying about what kind of terrible parents we are for only brushing his teeth once a day, instead of three times.
In other news, I am 25 weeks pregnant. While I’m getting a little more uncomfortable, and seeing changes I remember not liking, I still feel great. I have the urge to shave the fluff off of my belly (do any of you get fluffy hairs on your pregnant tummies?) I wish I could still see my… parts. I feel bigger now than I did at 30 weeks with Ronan, yet not as ungainly. And she KICKS. Every moment, every single second I stop to think about her, there she is. Kicking away, pounding at my insides. I don’t mind. I’m not tired of it yet. I’m still happy to be pregnant.
