Much to my chagrin, I visited my dentist for a six–month–cleaning the other day. As a pregnant lady, they let me pass on x–rays that would otherwise harm my unborn child. They did not, however, let me escape scraping my pearly whites with the tartar removing scalpel that sounds like nails on a chalkboard and feels like a jackhammer on my gums. I was grateful to the hygienist for his hard work. My bun in the oven was not so kind.
As I've mentioned before, my baby has been moving around for a couple of weeks now. When the deep cleaning routine began, the little bugger got fired up in my belly. The entire process was torture in my mouth and a circus in my tummy.
Were there certain activities or foods that got your tot–to–be wound up?