The Check-Up!

I ran out of the house this morning to get to the doctor's by 8:00 a.m. I missed my yearly check-up last year, so I thought I better get myself to the doctor in 2010. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure, right? I got dressed in a hurry and I as I drove on the freeway I started to worry that I had worn this outfit before. But I haven't. I checked. I have worn every piece in this outfit, just not together. And, when I wore the tree shirt, I wore it under a sweater that I never took off.

As I undressed and put on the required check-up gown, I prepared myself for the awkward small talk building up to the dreaded moment when I needed to get my feet in the stirrups and "scoot down". I wondered if there are any women who enjoy pap smears. Porn stars, exhibitionists, Annie Sprinkle? (see Public Cervix Announcement) I don't know. But I am assuming most women would rather do anything. I can't explain why it's so horrible, but it is. I guess I should focus on the fact that it could potentially save my life. Right?

After I got two vials of blood drawn, I drove to pick up HaHa and we went to visit a friend that I had not seen for a very long time. She is an amazing woman and teacher and she really opened up a whole new world to me when Richard and I took her Supported Birth class. I learned so much about the physiology of birth, the history of birth, and we had great discussions about parenting, labor and relationships. It was a really fabulous, thoughtful class and I highly recommend it to expecting parents, or people who want to learn more about childbirth.

Outfit:

Grey Sweater: From friend. H&M.

Tree Shirt: This was given to me by the amazing art teacher that I work with. Each child in my class last year made a leaf, and she painted them by hand, on a tree on this shirt from American Apparel.

Green Shirt: Clothing swap. Old Navy.

Brown Pants: From cousin. Gap.

Shoes: Fit Flops