Lady Doctor

Today I went to get felt up, which means I had my annual lady doctor appointment. This is my third doctor to see, after my home doctor and the doctor I saw in my college town, I have made the observation that the waiting room is always made up of the same people. There is the married pregnant couple with the husband who couldn't look less enthused to be there, the pregnant mom who has 2 small children in tow and doesn’t require her husband to be at every appointment anymore so she’s wrangling the fussy tots herself, then there’s the couple who looks way too young to be having a baby sitting waiting with fear in their eyes. Then there’s me, drinking coffee because I’m the only one in the room still allowed to shoot up with caffeine waiting for my turn to renew my birth control prescription. I left the appointment with a pep in my step because my birth control came in a super cute dual-use case and who doesn’t love free stuff? I realized by the time I got home the reason I was so cheery was because that was the most girl talk I had had in months. I shot the breeze with the nurse for awhile and the doctor was so funny. It was so liberating just making jokes about being a girl again. When you’re married to the military you feel more like a wife and less like a woman most of the time.