Him: What are you doing?
Me: Watching birth videos on YouTube.
Him: Whyyyyyy? Wanna practice?
Me: Nope. Definitely not. Watching from behind my hand.
Me: I’m horrified. And mesmerized.
Him: Whoa, is she standing up?
Me: Totally. Here, watch.
Him (shrugging shoulders): Makes sense. You know, gravity and all that.
Me (still hiding behind my hand): Uhhhhhh.
Him: Also, she’s a bad*ass. Did you see how she stayed standing after giving birth? Awesome.
Me (shouting at him as he walks into the other room): Yea, but would you get in the birth tub with someone who’s, you know, birthing?
Him: Why wouldn’t I?
Guess I’m the squeamish one.
But I’m working on it. I went to my yearly girly-bits appointment yesterday (and got my hormonal implant removed – not because we’re TTC, but because I just can’t handle the low libido and hormonal nausea anymore) and as I sat in the (yucky*) clinical exam room, thought, “Not me. Not here.”
*I’m not judging. Not all exam rooms are yucky, but this one totally was. C’mon, people, you’re an OB/ GYN/ Peds office. Dirty carpet is not okay in a peds office.