Dentist

Today was Charlotte's first trip to the dentist. Well, sort of. I had a cleaning, and she decided to dance all during the appointment. She tends to do that when I lie flat on my back (which I know I'm not supposed to do for an extended period of time!) and stay still for a while. I'm happy to report that I don't have any of the "pregnancy gingivitis" that a lot of women get, and my hygenist said I didn't bleed an unusual amount (which is another thing that is supposed to happen during pregnancy). Plus, I didn't have any cavities.

Between Corey not needing braces and my complete lack of cavities (other than a tiny one caught very early on one of my baby teeth), I'm hoping Charlotte will have some nice strong and healthy chompers. At the very least, let's hope she gets better teeth than Pop (my mom's father). He had his last tooth pulled while in the service when he was 19 or so and has had a full set of false teeth ever since!