Recently I had my six-week postpartum checkup. I told the nurse I was still in a lot of pain (from my third-degree tears) and tried to stop sniveling like a tween whose boyfriend just dumped her. Sensing my anxiety, she kindly left the cold speculum on the tray and after a quick check said cheerily, “Well, it does look pretty…
Tag Archive: the doctor’s office
My doctor is a rockstar. Literally.
I discovered this only a few months ago, but things were awkward even before this revelation. See, my doctor? He’s . . . oh, how to put this. He’s easy on the eyes. He’s close to my age, and witty and smart. We often end up having very nice chats where I feel like I…
