On my lunch hour today, I’m going to the dentist to fill a cavity. I’m freaking out over the anticipated pain of the shot-to-the-mouth. (Did I mention that my accountant husband has zero cavities! How is that even possible?)
Anyway, I’m going very soon and I’m scared. Like, little baby scared. I keep telling myself … “I gave birth to a 9lb kid” – so, this should be a piece of cake. Right?