The day after finding out I was pregnant found a blissed out Mr. F with me in tow at the local family clinic to have myself checked out.
It was pretty much standard: vital stats, BP, weight check (so that’s where all the donuts went!), and the numerous forms to be filled while waiting for the
“Babe, just the fact that we’re here announces to the general public that we’re most likely having sex” said Mr. F ever so succinctly.
I’ve never been truly modest but surprisingly, I still managed to blush when asked about my LMP (Last Menstrual Period) to determine when I possibly conceived. I honestly couldn’t say when we “planted the seed” so we just hazarded an educated guess.
What was really worrying me however was that I’ve never revealed so much about my personal hygiene to just anyone!
I couldn’t even imagine talking about my sex life with own mother much less reveal details to someone I just met. I also had issues about possibly being “felt up” by a perfect stranger. I wasn’t kinky that way and from what I heard about IEs (Internal Exam), I just knew I wasn’t going to like it.
We’ve never met the
I was working myself up into a real basket of nerves.
By the time they called us in, I had decided to just wait outside and let Mr. F find out what was what. He would’ve done it too if not for one tiny little detail.
I was the one who had the ovaries and the womb.