Every time I tried to get back to business here after Thanksgiving, I just could not come up with anything that I found remotely interesting. It is what always happens to me when I get out of the habit of working, I can always find something that is more important than doing what I should. After all, you never know when someone will post something really important on Facebook. I could miss their comings and goings and pet pictures and then where would I be.
However, it was time for my yearly gyno check and so yesterday I went to my OB-GYN and realized a really funny habit I have every time I visit him. My friends all laughed when I shared my observation with them, so I’m thinking you all might laugh too! After many, many years of visiting the doctor, I realized when the nurse tells me to take off all my clothes, and put on a tiny paper vest and the doctor will be right in, I always rush to get out of my clothes as fast as possible, breaking the land speed record and hop up on the table and cover up with the sheet so he won’t catch me getting undressed and perhaps see me in my underwear. Then all settled on the table, he knocks and comes in and sees all my personal parts, and as you know, I mean all my parts. I am okay with that, but after all these years I became aware of how ridiculous this is, why should I be embarrassed if he sees me in my underwear when two minutes later I’ll be so much more exposed! It struck me as rather funny! I then proceeded to ask around.
Turns out all my friends, noticed the same thing. Most of them said they even put their underwear in their bag so the doctor wouldn’t see it. I have never gone that far, for as you may remember one of my very first blogs, involved my addiction to really beautiful lingerie. I find this all very funny and was surprised I’d never noticed this really strange juxtaposition of modesty and total suspension of modestly before. The same quirk, that allows even very young expectant mothers to suspend all shyness when at least twenty different people in labor and delivery “just take a look” to see how you’re doing.
I would love some comments on how many women feel this way, but have never noticed it? I always like to have validation of my crazier musings on the human condition.