So last month I had the awesome (f-ing terrible) task of finding a new gyno. Only this time I had to make the decision based on the fact that this person could be pulling a screaming creature out of my triangle one day. Finding a doctor is hard enough, let alone adding that little nugget of information in to consider. Seriously why is the medical system so F’d? I can go on 94 websites and find the best Chinese food restaurant to go to, in a group, that is romantic, and plays techno music, but I have to hope and pray that this person up my crotch won’t use the “big boned” forceps on me and misplace my HAND WRITTEN file somewhere when I call for some drugs. Why don’t doctors use computers? My grandma uses computers and let me tell you, Grandma
can’t even say it right (compooter).
Ok, I’m clearly irritable (note for fertilityfriend symptom tracker) .
So how did I find this gyno? The same way I’d find a good pair of designer shoes. Ask my snobbiest friend who bitches about everything on the planet: guaranteed to get the most honest and best recommendation out there. A girl that would only put Loub’s on her feet isn’t going to some ghetto doctor where they ask if you use any illegal IV drugs (this happened to me).
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So my experience with the doctor was overall pretty good I’ll say. I told her, with a proud, adult look on my face, that in the next few years I was planning on getting pregnant. (pause for reaction) This is the first time these words have escaped my mouth and I kiiiind of expected the reaction of “WOW THAT’S AMAZING AMANDA, GOOD FOR YOU I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU. THIS IS BIG NEWS”. This is not what happened considering A) she is a baby doctor and hears this 19 times a day B) she doesn’t know me from Skippy and C) This isn’t a scripted reality show. She did ask me 3 times if I was Jewish though. I’m not sure why the first or second “no” didn’t really register. Finally I said I’M ITALIAN, thanks. She was asking me this for genetic testing reasons. Yes genetic testing. Doctors are fancy these days and want you to do this before you get preg to be sure your baby isn’t actually a rainbow colored unicorn.
AAAAH Please no.
**Note I have not completed this testing, because then baby time is real and I’m not really convinced yet.**
Anyway, I guess I did ok on the gyno front. Like I said though, crazy times having to make the first real baby decision of my life (i.e. who pulls it out of me).
Update on the birth control. Decided not to start it as my uterus did not have as dramatic of a period baby as it usually does. On with the basal tracking!
97.41 today. ooooooh dramatic….(I still don’t know what these numbers mean)
Hi I’m MODG. But you can call me MODG. You say it like Modg, like a Grandma name. Not like M.O.D.G. That’s a lot of syllables and I don’t have that kind of time. 
