So I loosened my death grip on the lounge chair and went inside.
“Dra. O will be with you shortly” the nice nurse said with a warm smile as led us into a little office.
It was definitely quiet in the little office with fresh pastels all around. Since it was a little bit cozy, I felt myself begin to relax.
“See? It’s not that bad, right?” said Mr. F.
I managed a smile. Yeah, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Wow! Pastels really do calm you down! I could feel myself actually loosening up.
I couldn’t care less if we got an old prude. We can always change doctors and never come back here again. Maybe a motherly type would be nice. You know, to take us by the hand and guide us through our impending parenthood?
The knob turns and in walks…a young girl. Who let the interns in!?
“Good morning! I see you’re here because you suspect you’re pregnant?” she smiles and looks up from my patient profile on her clip board.
Good God! Not only was this
Shock must have registered on my face because Mr. F elbowed me into closing my mouth.
“I’m sorry. You look so young and you look like my aunt! I’m seriously weirded out” I say.
The young doctor laughs with my aunt’s laugh (déjà vu) and say she’s pretty sure we’re not related.
Turns out she’s had a few years worth of live babies under her belt, a couple of hospitals residencies, and a big boy of her own.
Besides, she said, virtually her entire family was in medicine. Her father is also an
“So what does your husband practice?” we asked in awe.
“Ooh! I met him on a blind date!” She laughed.
“He’s in construction. So different, no?”
Mr. F and I couldn’t agree more.