First Prenatal
Justin came to my first prenatal appointment with me today. After making me completely undress and wear that lovely paper ensemble in the freezing cold exam room, poking me and prodding me, the doctor confirmed that yes, I’m 15 weeks pregnant. Though we didn’t get to do an ultrasound (I have another appointment on Monday, so we’ll see…) we did get to hear the heartbeat - a strong 153 bpm!
As I was getting dressed, I smiled at him and said “THIS is why I have just a touch more say in the name than you do… unless you want to wear the paper dress next time.”
A bit blanch and embarrassed, he agreed.
“It’s only a 55% to your 45% vote,” I said.
After seeing his wife’s vagina be poked at by a doctor, I think he feels just fine with that arrangement.
October 27th, 2007 at 2:46 pm
The worst thing my husband sat through was watching my doc do an internal exam when I was about a week overdue. He didn’t really appreciate seeing another man’s hand there.
I made sure I picked my firstborn’s name, so he picked the second. Fair I suppose.