Today was annual exam day (you gals know how fun those are). But, I can honestly say, aside from the uncomfortable pap smear, that I love seeing my OB. It’s like old home week when we walk in the door. Occupational hazard when you’re a frequent flyer.
I love that my OB is Catholic. I love that she’s so darn sweet. I love that she cares enough to ask about how things are going in my life. Finding a good OB ranks right up there with a great hairstylist and a superb pediatrician. You can live with mediocrity in other areas of your life, but not those three 🙂
In the near decade or so I’ve been seeing my doctor as an “OB” I suppose at some point she’ll just be my “GYN.” Gasp. We have to close the baby door sometime, right? Perhaps God is calling us to have more. So, if you don’t mind, could you offer up that intention in your prayers?
In the meantime, we’ll just keep humming along, thankful for the four blessings we have – who, presently, are tearing up the house.
Me, Clare Bear and said OB/GYN (wow – I didn’t realize how tired I looked!!)
Thinking about having more, eh? I will certainly keep you in my prayers. Molly