Today’s the day.
Yep.
Today’s the day I get to show all my business to my new OB/GYN.
I’ll let you know if she (yeah, I found a woman) lived up to my expectations.
I just hope she’ll explain why I tend to wake up at 4:08 a.m. and want to strip all my clothes off, not for Beau’s benefit, but for my desire to not be on fire. Dang, it’s hot.
Or maybe she’ll explain why I can’t even make it through the first 5 minutes of “The Biggest Loser” or “Extreme Makeover: Home Edition” without boo-hooing. Not to mention any commercial that includes babies and children growing up and puppies. Geez. Give me a break. (Shhh … don’t ruin my facade.)
And, there’s other things.
Beau says it’s all in my head because he thinks I’m the same all the time … never emotional … never the insane woman … never out of control. Whew! I guess I’m covering it up pretty good. Because it’s like a constant pinball machine in my head. I’m constantly telling myself to simmer down.
I do exaggerate just a tad bit.
Because when you really think about it, I’m way too young for any of this nonsense. I mean, I’m still like 28 years old … OK … 30, add a few years … or more. Whatever.
Then, Beau says something like “What would you do if you found out this female doctor played for the other team?” (if you know what I mean, except he used a word I’d rather not write on my website)
Great. One more thing to be thinking about during the probing.