Gyno Gone Wild
So maybe this falls under the 'you talk too much' or the TMI category.
But after the morning I've had....awe...whatever.
It's not really common knowledge. But I don't 'not' talk about it. I guess cause it's not really something I'm ashamed of. Saddened at times....but not ashamed like so many other events that have happened in my life.
My husband and I have attempted in the past 8 months or so to have another kid.
Baby #2 hopes.
For some reason...this time around...those little boogers are just not stickin'.
This whole thought process of not being able to conceive has really given me a different respect and retrospect to those that can't..or have to go through all the troubles to get pregnant.
I mean...let's face it. Boston was a 'night out' in Cape May, Labor Day weekend 2007.
Poor kid. I know he's gonna freak one day when one of his buddies in high school finds his moms blog and reads that.
Anyway...I remember it well. My selfish a** started crying when I found out I was pregnant. Not that I didn't ever want to have one...but we had JUST gotten married, moved to Philly, got a dog, both started new jobs..who needed yet ANOTHER change that year!?!?!
Guess it was God's way of letting me know I was on HIS terms. Not my own.
I also think, even though I know God doesn't work this way, that he's partly punishing me now for being such a whiney butt, depressed nutjob after Boston was born.
Yeah. I say all that kindly.
But I was. I was dead set against having another kid because I was so depressed and gained so much weight.
Once again. Another sense of the selfishness kicked in.
And now here I am. After going to the gyno for the first time since Boston was born.
I cried by the way. I had a male gyno and I totally forget to tell them I wanted a female gyno when I made the appt.
It's amazing how as I sat there-an HOUR after my appt time...waiting to be seen...I felt the wrath of what was to come.
I knew he was going to throw out the weight card.
I knew he was going to toss out the diet & exercise card.
I knew there would be bloodwork involved.
And I knew that no matter what....in the end....he was going to see my girlie parts.
Ugh. That SUCKS.
I don't think there is anything more violating than a gyno visit. Well..maybe a colonscopy. (You couldn't pay me enough to do that job!)
Well, wait. How do you decide as a kid that "Mommy, when I grow up I want to look at girl parts, good and bad-all day long!" Ew. Just Ew.
Even though the weight thing pissed me off. (My sister is morbidly obese and has 3 perfectly healthy sons...so don't give me that bullshit excuse.)
Even though I did get script for pre-natal vitamins, bloodwork & a slap on the hand for not attending in nearly 4 yrs......
I did get one great laugh out of it.
The doc gave me a referral to give to my husband.
That was hysterical.
Now it's time for HIM to feel violated. Ahem...pressure to produce...ahem...stress over pro-creation.