Flossing...

... is excruciating.

I haven't flossed in a while, I'm not going to lie.
My flossing 'routine' is normally brought on by (a) visits to the dentist, (b) eating a bag of microwave popcorn while watching a movie, or (c) going to the Keg for dinner. It's not a normal part of my dental hygiene routine, because frankly, I hate it. And I know I should floss regularly... but I don't. So there.

For the past 2 months or so, I'll admit that I haven't picked up the floss once. I know, I know - "Don't neglect your gums!" But here's the thing - brushing my teeth has been a bit of an ordeal on and off these days. Sometimes it's fine, but sometimes just approaching my back teeth with my toothbrush makes me gag. It's a daily surprise whether my gag reflex will be on overdrive or not.

But the last week or so, I've noticed a bit of blood when I'm brushing - and I use a soft toothbrush, so there shouldn't be any blood.

So last night, I decided to floss. And holy crap, it looked like an old-fashioned vampire movie when I was done. Blood everywhere. I turned to smile at Nick to show him and he freaked out. It was gruesome. And today, my gums feel like I took a jackhammer to them!

Which normally would be enough to deter me from flossing for a while... but I know I have to keep at it. Because of the extra bloodflow going through my gums, apparently gum problems are really common during pregnancy. So I need to keep flossing. And this does not make me happy.

We're going to the Keg tonight... and I'm really not looking forward to the havoc this will surely wreak on my poor sensitive gums. I wonder if I can convince myself to forego the steak and get a salad or something instead....