It is about this time of year 7 years ago that I was contemplating calling the AMA, ADA, FBI, CIA (and any other three letter organizations that you could think of) on my very beloved and well respected doctor back in MA.
See, I was very big fat pregnant and my son was taking his sweet arse old time coming out. He needed to be served his eviction notice and my doctor said he was fine. HE might have been fine but I certainly was not. I was still working and running after a very busy toddler who didn't know the art of laying on the sofa doing nothing all day.
It was very much time for his arrival to be here and for me to get my stretch marked stomach back to my very own self. I have a picture of my daughter playing in the ghetto pool and me sitting there with my feet in the pool waiting.
As you can guess, I was not very happy with the woman that held the pitocin filled needle in her hand....and now, I wish she would have followed me stalkishly out here to AZ. Finding a new doctor is sucking. (I am cleverly changing the subject of this post as to distract myself that my baby is going to be turning 7 in less than a week).
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