I had a dental appointment today, I’d forgotten about it so I didn’t go to work and will instead work three longer days this week.  It was fine, no cavities, and they nixed the scheduled x-rays once they learned I was pregnant.  On my way out, I had to stop and pay and schedule my next appointments, and that is where I had my first public freakout reality check.

Because of my periodontal issues, I go 3x a year instead of 2x, and they remind me of my next appointment, and schedule me for the following one after each visit.  She filled out the card for my February appointment, and pulled p the calendar to make the next one.

"So, early June? Would that be good?"  The receptionist hadn’t seen my records or talked to me, so I said "umm, actually probably not, I’m going to be having a baby in May, and I think July might be better…."

My hygienist was standing there (and knew about the pregnancy, obviously) and when the receptionist asked "what time?" the hygienist stepped in for me as I tried to think, and said "oh, she won’t know her napping schedule til she has that baby" and they laughed, and the receptionist said "how’s noon?"

I nodded, and then it hit me. "Oh my god, I’ll need a sitter for that appointment… oh that’s so weird… but it’s Dave’s lunch hour… oh this is too weird, I’ve never had to consider anyone else’s schedule…"  I was really freaked out.

I mean, I’ll be leaving my baby in July for a half hour or so to have my teeth cleaned.  I need to consider Dave’s schedule for stuff like this now, and that is SO WEIRD.

After my appointment, I went and got on another list for infant childcare, and fuck, it stresses me out, not knowing what’s going to happen.  I’m so . . . unemployed as soon as I deliver, you know? I know people figure it out, but still, ACK. It scares me if I think about it too much, so I don’t. There. Ugh.