I bought What To Expect When You’re Expecting, and read it cover to cover. I also did the dentist visit, which is recommended because apparently your teeth and gums can get f-ed up when you’re knocked up.
So the other day, it was time for the pre-TTC doctor visit …
I made an appointment to see my GP, who is the same guy I saw eight years ago when I wanted to go on the pill so Darling Husband (then Darling Boyfriend) and I could have sex.
He sat down and I told him the whole story — the what, the when (he knew the “how”). I told him all of the things I had been doing/not doing in preparation.
BTW, he hadn’t even heard of the dentist thing, so that makes me wonder. Is this whole your-teeth-and-gums-go-crazy-when-you’re-pregnant thing just a rumor, started by cash-grabby dentists?
Anyway, he said there was nothing else I needed to do — no pap required (shaved my legs for nothing), and no special check-ups. He just gave me a tetanus booster — which I requested, since it’s been 10 years — and sent me on my way.
Sheesh. It’s like he thinks it just takes some sex to make a baby, and that’s it! What about my lists???
P.S. Loving this pic of doctor dolls — I have a puppet thing, so I am cracking up right now!
P.P.S. My doctor really did tell me to have lots of sex. On my way out of his office. Really.
P.P.P.S. When I told him we weren’t trying until July, and were using condoms until then, he actually called it Russian Roulette! Ow!
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m a writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 12-year-old son and a 10-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.
I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep them from taking over my life. Creating things helps.
Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.
I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time with her writing. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)