Like all great love stories, this one starts with two strangers who don?t realize their lives are about to become intimately intertwined. Unlike most great love stories, this one starts with a speculum.
He was my OB/GYN, and god help me, he was attractive. I didn?t notice this detail the first time we met, as I was in stirrups while he performed a painful gynecological procedure on me, but I do remember thinking, at the time, that he was kind. So kind that, when I found myself pregnant a year later, I thought, This is the doctor I want to take care of me.
To my delight, he accepted me as a patient. ?Congratulations, you two,? he said to me and my husband as he walked into the exam room during our first appointment, looking remarkably tall, dark and handsome. Then he flashed his shy grin, looked at me with big, brown eyes framed with thin-wire glasses, and shook my hand with his warm, soft grip. I found myself wondering what it might be like to have his baby. Oh shit, I thought to myself. This is going to get awkward.
It?s not entirely uncommon to be attracted to your OB/GYN, if various confessional blogs on the topic are any indication. And it?s probably pretty harmless, if not entirely hormone driven. I don?t kid myself that he took any special notice of me, the bloated pregnant lady choking on her morning sickness bile. I don?t actually think our banter about how I needed to cut down my coffee intake was flirtatious (looking back on it now, he was quite stern). And I don...