Yesterday afternoon my husband and I had our first “together” visit to the gynecologist to make sure we’re doing everything right as we embark on the next phase of our lives: baby making. {and a routine yearly check-up for me}
Needless to say, this was not the most comfortable situation for Pep {though he met my Doctor last year when she removed cysts from my baby-makers} but he moved his chair out of her way so we were both facing her and sat there quietly while I squirmed on the table with my legs wide open.
Me: OUCH
Doctor: Sensitive
Pep: YES …she is.
To spare you any explicit details, I’ll just say that I was happy to learn that all my womanly organs are working as they should be {as I was dreading hearing “your cysts are back and you must have more surgery” or “you’re barren”}. We scheduled an appointment for our next visit and headed out the door.
On the way to the car:
Pep: She’s not used to having guys in the room with her.
Me: What? Every time I go in there I see couples going into rooms together.
Pep: Well, she’s not used to it.
Me: Wait. Why do you say that?
Pep: Cuz she was showing me her sniz.
Me: WHAT?
Pep: Well, she was wearing that short mini-skirt and sitting in that chair with her legs wide open.
Me: Well, did you see anything?
Pep: She was wearing granny panties so it was all covered up.
Me: What color were they?
Pep: Beige.
Me: Shiny?
Pep: uh
Me: I’m sure she had no idea her legs were wide open and was just focused on {my vagina} doing her job.
Pep: Yes, and not used to having guys in the room.
Me: Okay, yes. Or maybe she wanted you to see her hot granny panties.
Pep: How old do you think she is?
Me: Ohmygod.
