Too much information
So, I’m going to start this out by apologizing for the lack of writing lately. It basically comes down to the fact that after my work day is FINALLY OVER I am so tired I slip right into bed around 6 p.m. Some days, I’ll realize that if I don’t eat there will be some major stomach issues, but other days I just fall fast asleep within seconds. Party girl is officially out of the office indefinitely.
The other day Trent and I went to our first of what will be many uncomfortable appointments with the doctor. We had to get our first round of tests, pokes, prods, etc. in so we could be sure we were having a healthy baby. Trent decided he wanted to come, which should be a great thing, having the father of my baby actually wanting to be involved in the gruesome truths of pregnancy, but I was a bit nervous.
Just imagine your significant other, sitting right next to you as a slightly overweight nurse feels your breasts. Imagine looking over at him and seeing a little too much of a smile and possibly, just possibly, a wink. Imagine a PAP with Trent in the room. Then imagine him, or your boyfriend, asking all the embarrassing questions that you’ve never asked at the doctor because of the sheer humiliation factor. Some examples: “So, we can still have sex, right?” “Is lubricant safe?” “What types of lubricant are OK?” “Will the strawberry flavored lubricant hurt the baby?”
Dear lord, kill me now.
