It was my second pregnancy. The first one didn't go to well, I miscarried after three months. The second time around, I didn't bother to see doctor for three months, just in case anything happened again. No doubt - I was scared. I don't know if that was a smart move or what; however, health-wise, I felt good, nothing bothered me - I biked, walked, worked, ate well. Decided to wait. After three months, finally dragged myself to the doctors office. The home test said I was pregnant, it was time to get the professional confirmation.
Let me now divert you from a sad introduction. I had funny conversations with people, but to have one with your family doctor was kind of rare. I had more after that, but this was a great start to get to know our family doctor after all. First let me tell you that. I don't know how he does it, but he is the fastest doctor in the world. I call him Speedy Gonzales. I swear, I think some of my visits literally lasted 30 seconds.
'Hi, oh yes that is normal, here is a prescription for Vitamin E' - he would reply. Yes to get my spirits up and reassure me that nothing else can be done, he would prescribe me the Vitamin E. No I need prescription to dermatologist, not Vitamin E. But then he was right after all, the dermatologists visits didn't help. You just have to live with some things.
'Anything else can I help you with today?', waits a second (not enough time to even think one single question) - 'Okay good buy'. I guess if you don't know your pains and aches when doctor asks you really fast, then you probably don't have them.
Well these short visits were about to finish when I got pregnant and got my beautiful baby.
My husband and myself decided to carry the whole process together. Not a single doctor appointment missed, and even now when Matthew is two years old, we always visit doctor together. After three months of contemplating, we are now at the doctors office. As usual, he runs into the room.
'How can I help you today?' - he asked.
'I think I am pregnant.' - I said.
'Oh that is wonderful guys!' - he replied.
And when he found out that I was about 10 weeks into pregnancy, 'we better do all the tests fast' - he replied. Suddenly my life changed. I felt like I was sick, but no I was just pregnant.
We were standing and about to leave. Now this was kind of strange moment. He wasn't fast anymore. Stood and kept saying, 'that's exciting guys'. He truly was happy for us. Then out of no where, 'Are your breasts enlarged?' - he asked.
Shocked, no time to get embarrassed, 'Oh yeah' - I replied. Not yes or yes doctor, but the big 'Oh yeah'. Well the truth was they were and hey it happens. I think I and my husband saw small laugh on his face after I said that. So after the big 'oh yeah', he replied, 'that's exciting'. Smiled, shook our hands, said good bey and left.
We left the office, stunned and then laughed our heads out in the car. Until today we still don't know if to him my enlarged breasts were exciting or my pregnancy. Not to distort the doctors reputation, it was probably the pregnancy.