I literally have a used car’s worth of dental work in my mouth. Maybe I’ve finally reached the point where my teeth are no longer capable of rotting. A toothy singularity, if you will. At any rate, there’s clearly only one way to find out…

Well, I did have a cracked filling. But because I’m pregnant they’re loathe to take x-rays, so my dentist said if it’s not bothering me I should wait until after the baby is born. “No worries, doctor,” I assured him, “I’m an expert at putting off dental appointments.”