The week leading up to my six month birthday, I had this pain in my mouth. It made me drool a lot and bite everything. Then, on the morning of my six month birthday, mom yelped when I chomped down on her finger. Apparently I had sprouted something in my gums called a tooth.
I was really happy to finally be over the whole painful ordeal and long sleepless nights.
Then I realized it was only the first of many. Sigh.
So stay tuned. I think I feel another tooth sprouting in my poor helpless gums.