Today I had an appointment for a routine dental checkup. I have read that dental hygiene is super important during pregnancy and that proper care is essential for the health of mom and baby. Apparently all the wonderful hormones make you more susceptible to gum disease which can somehow hurt the baby (I have no idea how this happens).
I have been seeing my dentist for about nine years now (since I've lived in NYC). He has a nice receptionist, M. M is not your typical dental receptionist... he has long hair, drives a motorcycle, dabbles in photography and he always has lots to say! He's a good guy but you also kind of get a creepy vibe from him. (My friends all agree... there are a few of us that see him). He's always been good to me, emailing me to let me know when I need to schedule an appointment and he's very flexible when I have to reschedule my appointment three or four times because of my crazy work schedule.
I arrive for the appointment and am quickly ushered into an exam room where the hygienist notices my bump as soon as I begin to take off my coat. She tells me that because I'm expecting we will skip the X-rays for this visit. Yay - I hate those cards they stick in your mouth and the heavy pad on my body! She then goes on to tell me about her little ones (a boy and a girl) and how her son just flushed her engagement ring down the toilet. Oh, one of the many things I have to look forward to. Then the dentist comes in. She tells me how important dental hygiene is during pregnancy and then gives me a thorough cleaning. My teeth look good and she sends me on my way.
As I'm checking out, M tells me that I should come back in three months for another cleaning (something they recommend for pregnant gals). We make the appointment and then he asks me if we know what we're having. I explain that we find out in two short weeks. He then goes on to tell me that he's never wrong in his predictions so I ask him what he thinks I'm having. And he tells me that he has a methodology that is without fail. I ask him what it is and he explains that he didn't get a chance to check out my butt and that usually if the mom-to-be has a larger butt than she used to, then she is likely having a boy. I'm not quite sure how he expected me to respond to this statement... Did he want me to do a slow spin and show him my goods? Because that wasn't gonna happen. I told him that I didn't think my rear had expanded so that was just more evidence that I was having a girl. He took my word for it as I wrapped my super long cardigan and coat tightly around me and walked out of the office...
Monday, March 28, 2011
Back On The Wagon
Despite having a rough start, this weekend actually ended up being the best one I've had this year! I had a massage (gift from the husband) at this pre-natal spa called Edamame. It was AMAZING! Everything about this place was created with mommies-to-be in mind. In the little lounge area where you wait for your treatment, there were snacks and juice, comfortable lounge chairs and lots of mommy and baby magazines. When I went in for my massage I was psyched to see that the table had a belly sized cut out so that I could actually lie on my stomach for the treatment. It was a pretty great full body massage and the table was even so versatile that when it was time for me to flip over, it actually morphed into one of those heated, geriatric style beds that fits to your body; so I was all propped up, a perfect position for a pregnant lady (who is no longer supposed to be lying on her back). They used all sorts of special creams, one for your legs to reduce swelling, another for your belly and back to reduce stretch marks, etc...
When the massage was over I got changed and headed to the retail mecca above the spa that had A Pea in the Pod and Destination Maternity. This place was insane, completely tailored for pregnant gals complete with a seating area for husbands and a play area for the kiddies. You walk in and they give you juice or water (little perks like that thrill me). I was determined not to leave without a pair of jeans. So far during this pregnancy I have purchased and returned two pairs of jeans, one from Gap and one from Old Navy. They both just didn't fit me right and the belly band dug into my stomach. The jeans I tried on at A Pea in the Pod and Destination Maternity ranged in price from $34.50 - $210. I made the decision that it wasn't about the price, it was about the comfort and I was going to buy whatever fit me the best (much to my husband's chagrin). I tried on about 20 pairs of jeans and didn't look at one price tag. I finally settled on a pair of jeans (frankly, I don't even know what brand) and they were $80, so I was slightly relieved. I usually end up picking the most expensive thing in the store, but this time I got off kinda easy! I also bought a pair of maternity tights which should also help me through the next month or two of cold NYC weather (I honestly don't feel like it's ever going to get warm!) So now I'm armed with two pairs of maternity leggings, jeans, some tights and then a whole host of other clothes provided by my friend A, who is miraculously out of her maternity wear 8 weeks after delivery - my hero!
Once my shopping and spa extravaganza came to a close I had to rush home to get ready for our Saturday afternoon guests. A was coming over with her adorable baby H so that we could have a visit and my family could meet H. My in-laws, mom and brother came over soon after. It was a great distraction to have company and so nice to see everyone all together. After visiting for a few hours we went out to dinner at a local restaurant where I had a nice big dinner (white pizza) followed by a good nights sleep. Eating later at night proved to be good for me. I woke up on Sunday morning and wasn't nauseous (or super hungry)! It was great. No meds!
My husband made me a delicious french toast breakfast and we had a pretty good Sunday. A bunch of our high school friends were getting together at a bar in the village called Off the Wagon and I actually felt well enough to go! I did feel a bit like a degenerate being a pregnant lady at a bar (especially at 3 in the afternoon) but what was I supposed to do??? I didn't pick the meet-up spot and let's be honest, if this had been 6 months ago, I would have happily spent my Sunday in a bar catching up with old friends over some beers. A few hours and a plate of cheese fries later, it was time to go home. When I got home I wasn't feeling too great so I took a chug of Maalox, watched some Sunday night TV and went to bed.
When the massage was over I got changed and headed to the retail mecca above the spa that had A Pea in the Pod and Destination Maternity. This place was insane, completely tailored for pregnant gals complete with a seating area for husbands and a play area for the kiddies. You walk in and they give you juice or water (little perks like that thrill me). I was determined not to leave without a pair of jeans. So far during this pregnancy I have purchased and returned two pairs of jeans, one from Gap and one from Old Navy. They both just didn't fit me right and the belly band dug into my stomach. The jeans I tried on at A Pea in the Pod and Destination Maternity ranged in price from $34.50 - $210. I made the decision that it wasn't about the price, it was about the comfort and I was going to buy whatever fit me the best (much to my husband's chagrin). I tried on about 20 pairs of jeans and didn't look at one price tag. I finally settled on a pair of jeans (frankly, I don't even know what brand) and they were $80, so I was slightly relieved. I usually end up picking the most expensive thing in the store, but this time I got off kinda easy! I also bought a pair of maternity tights which should also help me through the next month or two of cold NYC weather (I honestly don't feel like it's ever going to get warm!) So now I'm armed with two pairs of maternity leggings, jeans, some tights and then a whole host of other clothes provided by my friend A, who is miraculously out of her maternity wear 8 weeks after delivery - my hero!
Once my shopping and spa extravaganza came to a close I had to rush home to get ready for our Saturday afternoon guests. A was coming over with her adorable baby H so that we could have a visit and my family could meet H. My in-laws, mom and brother came over soon after. It was a great distraction to have company and so nice to see everyone all together. After visiting for a few hours we went out to dinner at a local restaurant where I had a nice big dinner (white pizza) followed by a good nights sleep. Eating later at night proved to be good for me. I woke up on Sunday morning and wasn't nauseous (or super hungry)! It was great. No meds!
My husband made me a delicious french toast breakfast and we had a pretty good Sunday. A bunch of our high school friends were getting together at a bar in the village called Off the Wagon and I actually felt well enough to go! I did feel a bit like a degenerate being a pregnant lady at a bar (especially at 3 in the afternoon) but what was I supposed to do??? I didn't pick the meet-up spot and let's be honest, if this had been 6 months ago, I would have happily spent my Sunday in a bar catching up with old friends over some beers. A few hours and a plate of cheese fries later, it was time to go home. When I got home I wasn't feeling too great so I took a chug of Maalox, watched some Sunday night TV and went to bed.
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