Of course it snows a lot BEFORE I get to the shoe store and buy boots. Also, I'm supposed to walk 25 blocks tonight, after a party, in the snowed-on ground. Bootless. Thirdly, I lost one of my gloves last night.
I've put it off and put it off. I can't even find my old pair of boots. I'm trying to talk myself out of a pair of Uggs. Because they're too spendy. I will, instead, be good and buy the $29.95 LL Bean boots that will work very well for the amount of snow we get here.
Thanks, but I really prefer a female gyno.
I keep threatening my OB that I'm going to switch to one of the tiny female doctors in his practice for their slim, girlish hands.
I only ever had females OB/GYN's, but I always felt with them (just my experience), that because they had the same plumbing, they didn't really listen to my questions or answer "silly" questions without an eyeroll and a sigh.
My OB/GYN right now? I've offered to help relocate him to Michigan when we move back. He's English. And is funny. And was so awesome during my pregnancy and delivery and always answers questions.
No matter how goofy they are.
My current gyno is a very pleasant guy, making jokes about "Coming in for the yearly inspection and safety check, huh?"
Though I was grateful for having a woman gyno when I had that colposcopy, because she'd had one herself and was all, "Yeah, I know, hurts like hell, hang in there."
My guy is absolutely hilarious! Which is why I stick around despite his freakin' huge hands. He just told me at my last visit that he was pretty sure that there was a planet out in the universe where the men had the babies. But that they had probably also died out very quickly.
He has a quirky empathy.
One of my housemates from college wouldn't have a female OB/GYN because she was more uncomfortable with the idea that the woman might be a lesbian than a male doctor might be a pervert. She got over it after she'd gotten over dancing as the Devil's playground and other ideas from her fundie upbringing.
Meanwhile, today was supposed to be an easy day -- a couple hours of work, a luncheon, and then holiday shopping -- but I've spent most of the morning on hold with the customer service people at West while they work out how incompetent they'd like to be today.
I can honestly say that I've never noticed hand size before at my appointments.
Huh.
I can honestly say that I've never noticed hand size before at my appointments.
He's built like a football player. I asked him if he played middle linebacker in college and he said, "center". He wears size 11 ring. I asked. I only really noticed during Owen's delivery.
I'm trying to remember how old I was when I had my first pelvic. Is there any residual societal oddness about giving pelvics to girls young enough to probably be virgins?
I had guys with all three pregnancies, and loved all of them. With Sara's pregnancy, I was in a practice, and two of the female doctors were great, too, but I just didn't end up with them. One of the *other* female doctors was this slightly cold older woman who always looked past me, somewhere near my left ear, when she talked to me, and I couldn't even begin to imagine her delivering my baby.
Yob/gyn experienceMV.
