Adventures in pregnancy

So last Monday we had our big first appointment with the baby doctor. We had not really talked to a “professional” or any one with “medical training” about the baby, so we were excited to finally get answers that did not involve “eat more crackers”.

So when we showed up, I thought “no big deal” the doctor would just check out the baby, confirm Cora was in fact pregnant, tell us some do’s and don’ts, basically give us the lay of the land. I did not how ever think there would be any thing that involved nudity, paper robes or stirrups.

I know … I’m a moron.

When we were waiting in the lobby I was pumped and excited to talk nuts and bolts about the little one. When we got called back though things began to change. It was like one of those movies, where someone finally starts noticing all the cues they should have been noticing all along, and then usually there is that slow motion play back of all the things that should have told them. That's what it was like for me.

The nurse told us to take a seat across the hall from an examination rooms, while we were waiting the doctor entered the room and told the “patient” to remove her pants and she’d be back in a minute. I immediately regressed about 10 years. I looked at the floor and averted my eyes … it was terrible. It was like I was some how in a magical cooty land and I was still afraid of cooties or something. I was pretty sure somewhere around 12 years old I had renounced my hatred of cooties.

And then to top it off I would not stop talking to the doctor, poor Cora actually had to give me that cut it out sign when the doctor wasn’t looking. Looking back on it now I am embarrassed, so I thought what better way to get over it than to share it with the internet.