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I was mortified, but strangely excited at the same time about going to my first appointment with an OB when I realized I was finally pregnant after waiting four years to have a baby. Granted, I actually had to pay him to see me naked, but suddenly it all seemed so much more acceptable, being on the table (in THAT position and all), since I was “doing it for the baby!”
However, I never anticipated the jolt of that Sunday morning. “Thats my OB-Gyn!” I whispered carefully after he was out of ear-shot. “Oh-my-gosh! I cant believe he goes here! You dont suppose he recognized me…seeing as how Im dressed and all. Do you think?!”
Flash forward: I had a nightmare a month later: I dreamt that his office was in our church and they put a reminder of my annual in the bulletin one Sunday. The head usher was the receptionist and the worship team sang praises when my mammogram came back normal. Am I normal? Does every woman go through these kinds of anxiety issues? I think Im going to be ex-communicated!