Went to the dentist last Friday, was pleased to hear my teeth will live to eat many more cider donuts, got totally slammed by this motherhood thing.
Last time I was there, I was just the tiniest bit pregnant and didn’t know it.
This time, there was a bit of concern that I might faint in the chair from my big old Pip belly.
Next time, I pray I’ll have a tiny Pip in tow (and less belly? please oh please).
I mean, I guess I’ll have him in tow. Does one get a babysitter for that sort of thing? Or does baby tag along? Will Pip be mellow and sleep a lot, like one friend’s baby, or colicky and miserable and totally consuming, like another friend’s? I. Don’t. Know.
The receptionist wanted to know if a Friday mid-morning would work for me. In March. I. Don’t. Know. I have maybe three or four more pretty-much-guaranteed weeks of relative normalcy, and then the rest is just a wild expanse.
I guess I’m going to figure it out.