Knock Knock. Who's There? Mr Tooth.

Well, Mr. Tooth, won't you come join us?
No, I'm going to just sit here under the gums for a while.

In case you didn't guess, my son is teething. Do we have anything to show for it yet? Of course not. Just a miserable baby who can't nurse without crying, who chokes on excess saliva, and spits up way more often than normal. He's still generally happy, but every once and a while we get a shrill scream of pain. I'm surprised our crystal is still in one piece.
Of all the things my husband misses I am sure this is not one of them. He may be sad to miss Mr. Tooth's first appearance, but even the grandparents throw him back in my arms when those screams erupt.
I guess I was spoiled up to this point. I have a picture of my son spitting up, but that was probably the only time that whole week he spit up at all, and only because I tried to feed him 4 oz of milk from a bottle before his stomach could handle that much. Now spit up is my life. I probably change his and my clothes 3 times a day. He even leaned over and spit a Tbs or so all over the floor last night.

Not to mention that now, if it's near his mouth it's fair game to bite. Heck, even if it's not he'll throw his face into whatever it is with his mouth open wide.