I can't go tomorrow. I just don't have it in me. And it's another time of the month--work. I have a ton of month end crap at work to complete.
I didn't even give them 24 hours notice. I know that is bad, but, freak it, I need to do it. I am postponing my pap smear. I KNOW (Mom)! I should go but I just don't want to have my va-jay, up in the air, al fresco and making pleasant small talk. I got married to avoid this shit.
- I don't want to answer the question of wine consumption. I will lie and say 1-2 glasses a week, when we all know that it is almost daily.
- I exercise but still have a love for mayo and bacon (of as I say, meat candy and dipping sauce).
- I don't want to groom or worry about feeling fresh. (That was the awesome part about giving birth. At 40 weeks, you so got a pass on that one.)
My last visit to my doctor was my six week check up after Rachel was born. Laurel wasn't in pre-school due to a break and it was too hot to play outside. While my appointment seemed like an odd outing, I took her with me (while Aunt Angela and Uncle Ming-Luh stayed with Rachel.) I wasn't sure how this visit was going to go but I explained why Mommy was going to the doctor's---I had a boo boo on my va-jay jay. It was totally normal for all mommies to have this after bringing a little brother or sister into the world. I told her that I needed to answer questions and speak to the doctor to feel better. And to be extra careful, I bribed her with a donut. Laurel was so amazing during this visit, practicing writing letters in her little Blue's Clues pad. My doctor was a little freaked (unspoken) that Laurel was there. But Laurel was a champ, not even flinching at the word poop.
Selfishly, I want to run at lunch. (During the past few days, I have felt a little fat.) I don't want to feel like I am getting a tune-up.
Consider this a belated birthday gift to myself. But my gift to my family will be another appointment very soon. Really...I am not joking...
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