I think I may be the only bride who had TWO people at her wedding who (how can I put this delicately?)... were well acquainted with her va-jay-jay.
Let me put you at ease right away. Doc H knew of this and was perfectly fine with it.
When your husband is a surgeon, you don’t spend as much time socializing with friends as you would if you were married to say....a business man. First off, surgeons move around for undergrad, medical school, residency, fellowship and finally (and, hopefully) their dream job, in a dream town or city where they can finally settle in. They find the circles of friends they enjoyed during school and training have scattered all over the U.S. and, maybe even, the world. So, on the seldom occasion we find ourselves socializing outside family, we find ourselves socializing with his colleagues, because the handful of friends he does have, live out of state.
I, on the other hand, have a large pool of friends which live local. Along with my family, who is also local, they are without doubt my saving grace. I thank God for bringing such a wonderful ladies into my life!
Doc H and I wanted to get married, not throw a wedding. We had already done that once before and it didn't work out too well for either of us. For Pete's sake... I even released white doves outside the church the first time around. Doc H and I just wanted to be married, we didn't feel the need for all the wedding 'fluff'. However, our eloping was overruled by family and our four little ones, who were just thrilled at the idea of dressing up and having a fancy party complete with music, dancing, and a big wedding cake. We decided to appease them and throw a very small, family-only wedding. When the engagement news spread, I ended up with a best friend with a wounded heart. We quickly changed the rules of the wedding and decided we would also invite a couple of our closest friends. I invited my best friends from school. Doc H invited a couple of his colleagues.
We live in a small, small world. I was flabbergasted to learn one of Doc H's colleague/friend was married to my OB/GYN. Oh, goodie! Can you imagine? Oh Sweet Baby Jeezus! The embarrassment! Not only had she seen my va-jay-jay, but she had also worked on my mothers! Oye. Vey.
There we were- me, Doc H, and the Lady Doc who nicely asks me to put my feet in the stirrups so she can stick a speculum up my who-ha.
Despite all the HIPAA laws, there's no privacy for Your Doctor's Wife.
Yep, definitely going out of state for that colonoscopy.