I don’t even have time to bullet today (maybe once my parents are gone), but I leave you with my amusing tale from the stirrups. Others may be awash in advertising and sweating through the paper gowns, but I’m bringing the milk.
I had my annual GYN appointment Friday, taking advantage of the grandparents babysitting. It was lovely, really. I got to read two whole pages of a New Yorker article. I got to have adult conversation with the receptionist. I got to go to the bathroom by myself.
During the breast exam, my OB/GYN always describes how one should do a BSE. And then he got to the part where he said to try to express something to see if you get bloody discharge. And he got a squirt of milk near his face.
“Still nursing,” I said, laughing.
“I can see that,” he said. “Nice trajectory!”
I do aim to please.