Last week, I went to see my gynecologist. I hadn't been in about a year and a half. I know. Shame on me. The last time I went he asked me when I was planning to have kids. It wasn't the first time I'd been asked, but it was the first time I felt so obligated to share. My response was, "Oh, I think in about 2 years."
This time he asked me the same question.
I had the same answer.
But I'm not declaring it a chronic problem until I answer the same way three times in a row.
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I can sort of relate... only my gynecologist asks me if I'm dating someone EVERY time I go. It's getting a bit old to tell him I'm not, or I just broke up with someone. I don't think he genuinely cares about my marital status, I think he just wants to deliver my babies... kind of annoying, actually. Can't I be me and not just a baby making machine? Thanks.
Yeah. I guess we should probably expect that gynecologists are focused on our reproductive abilities, but it's a little jarring, all the same. :)
Way to go. I say play life like Calvin Ball: the only rule is that you can't use the same rule twice.
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