Score 1 For My Vagina Doctor

Can I just gush for a minute about my doctor?

I fucking love her.

I'd probably show her my vagina even if she wasn't a medical doctor.

Ok, no I wouldn't, but I'd invite her over and make her dinner and drink wine with her if I could.  It's probably against some patient doctor policy to do that so I've never asked, but she's that kind of chick.  Like one who could be your bestie.

And that's what my appointments are like.  Well, first I wait in the waiting room for her for an hour (still like my bestie.)  Then when I get back there, I chat with her like she's my girlfriend.  It doesn't feel all "I'm a doctor and you're an idiot so I'm talking down to you now."  It's more like "Dude, when will I stop puking and getting headaches and feeling depressed?"  And she's all "Homie, take it easy on yourself.  You're doing a fine job growing a human.  You rock.  Now go home and put your feet up and drink a glass of wine if you want."

I love her.

We talked about the depression and I did realize that a lot of my depressiveness is because I feel like ASS every day.  On the days I actually feel good, I am quite happy (although still a complainer apparently.)  I'm starting to have more good days so I'm hoping that now that I am in the 2nd trimester(!) that I will have less puking and headaches and more exercise and orgasms.

Look at me and my positive attitude.  I'm already becoming less of an asshole.