For Women Only

I don't think many guys read this (YB-Seriously, stop now). HA!!HA!!

I just got back from my girl doctor. I hate, hate, hate it. I try to remain calm in the waiting room, and I do a pretty good job of it, but as soon as I walk into that "special" room, I just freak out. I start laughing uncontrollably and can hardly get through the questions.

Doc: Do you have any food allergies?
Me: BWAAHAA Um...shrimp.
Doc: When was the last time you had your cycle?
Me: Um...I really tried to focus this morning and check the calendar. *giggle giggle snort* Near the end of March. I think.
Doc: Have you had any pregnancies?
Me: No way, Jose. HA!!HA!!
You know the others. I don't need to write them down.

It's a nightmare. I think my doctor hates when I visit. Although, I'm sure as many cooters (HA!!HA!!) as she sees in a year, I'm sure mine isn't that different. Let's hope not. (ugh...how gross)

Then it's time for the exam. I asked her if everyone is always as nervous as I am, and she told me that moms usually don't care. They've experienced having everything "hang out" during childbirth, so they're just chillin' (she didn't say chillin'). I told her that maybe that would be my turning point. Anyway, she does always notice that I've been doing my exercises and comments how strong my stomach muscles are. She always makes me take about 10 deep breaths. That's a positive, I guess.

The point is that I've made it through another year. YE-freakin'-HA!