Hello Motherhood... Bye Bye Dignity!!
My DH really wants a baby. A son to be precise. I have already had four children (3 from a previous relationship), and the last pregnancy was not very fun. What with Round Ligament Pain so bad my Dr. almost hospitalized me, A Cephalic Aversion that I thought I wasn't gonna make it thru, and moderately high blood pressure during the last trimester, I am not really looking forward to going thru it all again. But I will for him. Because I think there is no better feeling in the world, than the feeling you get in your heart when you first lay eyes on your baby. So, after he has laid eyes on his little girl a little over 2 year ago, I want him help him see that he can indeed hold as much love in his heart for a second child as he did the first. He can't possibly imagine how that much love can fit into such a small space. Babies are true miracles. My parents are gonna kill me.
So, I told him we couldn't start trying until I found out if I was diabetic or not, and also not until after I had a pap done. Last week I went in for my bloodwork for a diabetes check (that was a freaking carnival ride from hell), and today I went in for my pap.
I got up an hour early to get ready for the appointment, made sure to shave again, and put on a nice outfit. I don't know why I put nice clothes on to see him, because I am pretty much naked when he comes in the room, and he could really give a shit less what color my shirt is or that I wore a kickass jean skirt... but I do it anyway. It makes me feel better.
So, we are doing the exam, everything is fine, and he is finishing up. He taps my backside and asks me, "What is this?" I am mortified. I thought I had some cancerous mole on the bottom of my ass that I couldn't see cuz it's on the bottom of my ass. My heart sinks. I say, "What is what?" Again asks me, "This. What is this?" I can feel him rubbing across something on my rear end, but to my knowledge I truly didn't know I had anything there... and more to the point I am more afraid of what he is gonna say next. Then he does the unthinkable.... HE PULLED IT OFF!! I was panicking by now cuz I really didn't wanna see what he just did, and I was mortified that whatever he pulled off me DIDN'T HURT when he did it.
He raises his hand, and on the tip of his index finger is a gold sequin. "You really didn't have to pretty up for me like this." He chuckled. I think I probably turned about 10 shades or red. How in the hell did a sequin get stuck to my ass... and more importantly, why did it pick TODAY of all days to decorate my derriere? Gotta thank the little ones for that one. They showered my house with sequins and glitter last week, I am still finding it everywhere. Apparently, in more places than I thought. Do I really want need another kid?
Hello Motherhood... Bye Bye Dignity!
So, I told him we couldn't start trying until I found out if I was diabetic or not, and also not until after I had a pap done. Last week I went in for my bloodwork for a diabetes check (that was a freaking carnival ride from hell), and today I went in for my pap.
I got up an hour early to get ready for the appointment, made sure to shave again, and put on a nice outfit. I don't know why I put nice clothes on to see him, because I am pretty much naked when he comes in the room, and he could really give a shit less what color my shirt is or that I wore a kickass jean skirt... but I do it anyway. It makes me feel better.
So, we are doing the exam, everything is fine, and he is finishing up. He taps my backside and asks me, "What is this?" I am mortified. I thought I had some cancerous mole on the bottom of my ass that I couldn't see cuz it's on the bottom of my ass. My heart sinks. I say, "What is what?" Again asks me, "This. What is this?" I can feel him rubbing across something on my rear end, but to my knowledge I truly didn't know I had anything there... and more to the point I am more afraid of what he is gonna say next. Then he does the unthinkable.... HE PULLED IT OFF!! I was panicking by now cuz I really didn't wanna see what he just did, and I was mortified that whatever he pulled off me DIDN'T HURT when he did it.
He raises his hand, and on the tip of his index finger is a gold sequin. "You really didn't have to pretty up for me like this." He chuckled. I think I probably turned about 10 shades or red. How in the hell did a sequin get stuck to my ass... and more importantly, why did it pick TODAY of all days to decorate my derriere? Gotta thank the little ones for that one. They showered my house with sequins and glitter last week, I am still finding it everywhere. Apparently, in more places than I thought. Do I really want need another kid?
Hello Motherhood... Bye Bye Dignity!
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