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 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.

Glad it takes TWO to Tango. Anyway...

Even though the weight thing pissed me off. (My sister is morbidly obese and has 3 perfectly healthy 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.