Today I had the follow up to my minor gyn surgery earlier this month. It was totally unnecessary(no need to undress or do an exam of any sort), but I like this doctor so I humored her and kept the appointment.
I waited a loooooooong time in the exam room, reading a hard hitting article in Glamour Magazine about "questions men really want to ask us but are too embarrassed to ask." I was riveted, but kept getting distracted.
I remember that.
Putting down the magazine I closed my eyes and silently talked to the baby in the next "womb."
"Hello precious. What a brave little soul you are, embarking on this journey. You are going to have such fun! I'm so glad you are coming, to make your mark on the world. Welcome, welcome."
We continued our chat until the doctor came in, catching me grinning, eyes closed.
"Sorry I'm late."
"Not a problem." I told her.
Later, HT called from work,
"How was your appointment? A waste of time?"
"No." I told him.
"It really wasn't."
* Check out the fetus. I think it's a close relative of Carrie's.