I woke up this morning with a pit in my stomach. I had to go to the dentist to get a cavity fixed and a crown put over the tooth. I dread going to the dentist. I should be an old pro at it. I think every tooth in my mouth has had a cavity. A sad confession, I know. Some of you are probably thinking that I don't brush my teeth. I DO! And I floss every day...and use mouth wash. So I'm always depressed when I leave the dentist's office with the news that I have 4 big cavities...or that I have to have root canal. I'm too young for all of these problems!
I've tried telling Matt that having bad teeth runs in my family. I think he thinks I hide in a corner and eat gummy candy all day and chew on sugary gum. I don't! The frustrating part is that the "bad teeth gene" in my family is selective. My grandmother (who had all her teeth pulled at age 34) passed it on to my mom, who passed it on to me. Of course my brother and sister never have cavities when they go to the dentist. Do you really think my sister ever brushed her teeth from the age of 4-14? I think she would proudly admit to that fact.
I sat in the dentist's chair today and thought of so many other things I'd rather be doing. I honestly thought at one point (when he couldn't get my tooth numb, but kept drilling anyway) that I would be rather be giving birth than sitting there with that drill in my mouth. I know that sounds drastic, and I've never actually given birth...I did however check with my mother tonight. I told her my theory about childbirth and going to the dentist and she agreed. She even gave birth 3 times without an epidural. So she's a reliable source. I went to Target tonight to get a new bottle of advil so I should be fine...just chewing a little bit slower...and praying I don't have to go back to see my dentist anytime soon. I know...I'm such a wimp!