I can be a bit dramatic when it comes to all things doctor/medical. I can't really explain it, since I absolutely love going to the dentist. Yesterday I had to go into the doctor once again to see how Jr. is progressing. I'm not sure if it was the anxiety, or just general moodiness of being prego, but I wasn't in a great place. I had to laugh, however, at my slightly awkward conversation with Andi, who works with our Dr's office. Andi was grabbing me some more prenatal vitamins. Prenatal vitamins are like horse pills, if you're not familiar. And on top of that they leave me feeling like poo for about an hour or so. So I said to Andi, "I told Yohan that I'd rather take it up the 'you know what' than have to take these everyday.
What I was trying to explain was it would be easier to stick the pill up there. I realized, however awkwardly, that it sounded like I'd prefer having Yohan do me up the butt everyday than take a prenatal vitamin. NOT THE CASE!
Either way, if the gals in the office didn't already think me and Yohan were freaks, they do now. Thank God I didn't cry when they took my blood, cause then my dignity would've been all gone.