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So I forgot to post of the *wonderment* that was Thursday, when I went to the gyno. As you may remember, I have a strange infatuation with this man, the doctor who delivered Emily. At first I hoped he didn't remember me. Not only did he remember my face, he remembered my name AND inquired after Ed... by name. There went being totally anonymous. Then I figured there would be some redemption in the fact that a nurse would be present while he examined me. Nope, just us. The entire time he poked around down there, I was silently condemning myself to hell. That, and I felt like the biggest perv ever. It's not even that I enjoyed it, cuz I didn't... it was the fact that I have this bizarre crush on the man who only knows me because I come to his office for care and maintenance of my girlie bits.
He's a really nice guy though, and even gave me his business card with the words "you crazy kids better invite me to your wedding" and "don't get pregnant again [soon] or I'll have to psychologically counsel the both of you". No need to worry about that, sir. I get to go back in three weeks for a diaphragm fitting, yay.
I'm excited, Ed, Emily and I are going to Indiana (the town in PA, not the state) the first weekend in September. Him and Emma used to live out there, and my friend Devany lives there now. He's gonna visit his friends while the baby and I hang out with her. She's such a sweetie (and super hot) and I haven't seen her since last August. And it's way pretty out there, albeit very, very strange.
I'm obsessed with Tetris and having a clean house, so while Em is sleeping, I'm going to go do dishes and bust out the Gameboy.

And why does my nose look enormous in my new profile pic?! That's so lame!