Big Baby

14 Mar

Whine: I have officially sunk to a new low. For the first time since college, I’ve gone out in public in my pajama pants. What would Stacey and Clinton say?? I don’t really care, I’d like to see Stacey rock those kitten heels with a watermelon protruding from her front.

Cheese: They are very cute pajama pants.

Friday I had a root canal.

Yes, you heard me correctly. I decided that the best thing for me to do at 9 1/2 months pregnant would be to schedule an emergency root canal. You know, sort of like a dress rehearsal of pain for what’s coming up here pretty soon.

Let me tell you something about myself, in case you didn’t already know: I am a whimp. A pansy. A big baby. When I had my last big baby (aka Lil’ Sis) I had an epidural. Ok, I’ll be honest, I actually had two.

Friday at my friendly dentist’s office was no exception. After much poking, prodding and trepidation over poking and prodding a woman as pregnant as me, (Um could you please not go into labor? Yeah, thanks.) the dentist injected me with some Lidocaine. And then some more Lidocaine. Then she poked me some more. Can you feel this? Yep. This? Yep. Really? Mmm hmm. . . And so she gave me some more. And poked some more. Still feeling it. She called the other dentist in, who repeated the whole scenario. At the end of the day, I ended up needed 5 1/2 shots of Lidocaine (which means six pokes with a needle longer than I’d really ever like to see anywhere near my mouth agan) just to get a quarter of my mouth numb.

Once they finally removed all capacity for feeling from my mouth (which took an hour) the rest of the procedure wasn’t too bad. Except the part where I was lying flat on my back like a bloated turtle. And the part where I had to stop the dentist mid-torture to waddle mouth stuck open with some torture-related device to use the bathroom because, well, I’m hugely pregnant. And the part where they told me how much the whole episode was going to cost me, which led to the part where I was driving home and had to pull over because I was hyperventilating.

Once I stopped needing paper-bag-assisted breathing, I got myself a strawberry milkshake then took a monster nap. When I awoke, I discovered the part of a root canal that gives it it’s horrific reputation. Yeah, it’s the after part. When you wake up from your nap and the whole left side of your mouth feels like a giant throbbing mass of horribleness. And when you try to eat a mushy banana and accidentally chew on the wrong side and it feels as if there’s a tiny little ginsu knife going down into your nerves. I felt like I should have pulled one of these to make the pain desist:

Did I mention that I’m a big baby? Like it’s not obvious.

Ok, maybe I’m not a big baby. Perhaps I’m just . . . sensitive. Yes, that’s it, I’m very sensitive. Delicate, you might say. If by delicate you mean getting upset and close to tears when I realize that the Old Navy coupon I’ve been saving until I can escape the confines of my home without my children who behave like wild banshees in clothing stores is actually expired and I can’t use it after all. Or that someone ate the last piece of corn on the cob and I didn’t get any (but that was totally fair because I was newly pregnant then and could barely eat anything without hurling and corn on the cob actually sounded good and it was just so sad because I really was just so hungry).

So maybe I’m a bit oversensitive, and, yes, perhaps occasionally a modicum of logical thought might be of assistance as I deal with real life instead of the cry until I fall asleep approach. But there are positive aspects to being a complete bleeding heart.  Like rescuing stray puppies (ok, can’t say I’ve ever done that) or empathizing so much with the team who didn’t win the Superbowl you need a Pepto (I have definitely done that). 

And tell me this, when you spill the two ounces of breastmilk it took you an hour to pump or your seventeen year-old cat finally gives up the ghost and you’re heartbroken even though you didn’t actually like the cat, who are you going to call? Your “logical” and “rational” friend who “doesn’t cry over spilled milk or old dead cats” or the one who’s guaranteed to feel your pain and then some? That’s what I thought.

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14 Responses to “Big Baby”

  1. Gail March 14, 2010 at 10:15 pm #

    Love you Sarah! You are awesome! And great to talk to about anything! I was thinking of you today and wanting to talk to you – unfortunately there’s that 3 hour time difference…..Love you lots!

  2. Debbie March 15, 2010 at 7:11 am #

    I cannot tell enough how much I love your posts…almost as much as I love you!!!!! 🙂

  3. Jackie March 15, 2010 at 8:15 am #

    OMG!! It is nice to read your posts! And I just had to comment on this one because I can SO relate!!! I am also a big baby and over sensitive and have called myself delicate….LOL You are not the only one and people like us are definatley the ones to call for empathy 🙂

  4. rachelle March 15, 2010 at 10:32 am #

    you know i call you all the time!

  5. Alaine Capper March 15, 2010 at 2:31 pm #

    I had no idea…you are HILARIOUS….

  6. wee March 15, 2010 at 6:29 pm #

    oh dear, poor hunney… x’s and o’s from me & kids

  7. michelle March 15, 2010 at 10:30 pm #

    i didn’t get the memo. pajama pants in public aren’t ok?
    crap. I am totally going to have to rethink my wardrobe.

  8. Shari March 15, 2010 at 11:11 pm #

    You crazy chick! I’m thinking you had a big baby, not that you’ve still got your watermelon!! But then I read past the title…

  9. Kelly Schwanbeck March 17, 2010 at 3:37 pm #

    By the way, Guess was actually 18. But who’s counting? And of course you’re the one I want to talk about this with.

  10. Matthew March 18, 2010 at 12:11 pm #

    Sarah… i remember when you were a freshman in college and would come to my room during open floors… you´d sit in that big chair and share your difficulties with life away from home…you´ve just gotten a bit older and maturer… I´m blessed to know you… you crack me up!

  11. Sars March 18, 2010 at 8:58 pm #

    Well, Mateo, I guess I haven’t changed too much. Except now I try to be funny while I’m complaining. Glad to reconnect with you–I do have fond memories of that big comfy chair!

  12. notesfromrumbleycottage August 18, 2010 at 1:20 pm #

    Funny post. Hope it was all worth it!

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