I went back to the OBGYN yesterday for another follow up appointment, and also to demand kindly request a low hormone, low impact birth control. A few things kept me very entertained in the waiting room.

First of all, there were two girls, 19 or 20, who were dressed like the Gynie’s office was a night club. Heavy make up, straightened hair, short and slinky dresses.

It was 9:15 in the morning!!! I could not, for life of me, figure it out. Had they not gone home from the (Wednesday) night before? Were they appearing in a commercial for a local hot spot after the appointment? Were they trying to provide “easy access?”

The second thing was an adorable toddler who spent 10 minutes bringing the waiting room toys from one end of the room to my lap, one at a time. She got offended if I tried to give them back to her, or set them down, and smiled flirtatiously when I gushed my thanks. Too cute.

AND, I managed to play with her without once wanting to cry!! GO ME! Am an emotional wound healing Super Star! Give me presents! Or a martini! WOOT! (On a side note, what the John Glenn does “woot” mean?)

As for the appointment itself, I’m finally no longer getting positive pregnancy tests….I may have raised my fist in the air and exclaimed “Thank God!” at this, and the nurse may have then backed out of the door slowly, clutching my chart to her chest as a shield.

But then later, she gave me three free Nuva Rings when the doctor went back in his office.

My criteria for birth control was that it be low hormone, and unlikely to affect future planned conceptions. Also, idiot proof, since I cannot be trusted to take a pill at the same time every day (hell, I can’t even be trusted to turn off the stove after dinner).

(Hi! Let me overshare with you! Pull up a cushion and pour yourself some coffee.)

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Tonight I made grilled veggie quesadillas for dinner. The recipe is from, guess who, The Pioneer Woman. She and I need to become best friends now. We can braid each other’s hair and watch that one Christian Slater movie where he has a monkey heart and swoon over how sweet that monkey heart makes him (it really is a movie) (I may have watched it a dozen times or so in high school) (no, I didn’t have many friends in high school, THANKS FOR ASKING).

The original plan was to serve the quesadillas along side of some tortilla soup (courtesy of Vons), but damn, those suckers are good, so I didn’t eat no soup. Of course, I also piled mine high with every single veggie I had cooked up, and extra cheese, so, um, I got a little full before soup time. (I also had to sample the veggies as they came off the stove. Baby bella mushrooms cooked in Shiraz? Best. Thing. Ever.) I tried to tell myself that since they were VEGGIE quesadillas, it was a healthy dinner. Then myself reminded me that I had cooked everything in butter. Lots and lots of butter. But, that’s like part of the Food Pyramid’s dairy category, right, so it still counts. Ha ha ha ha. Myself is a SUCKER for my logic.

Now you’ll have to excuse me whilst I drift off into a food coma.

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For a while, I was very very anal about being anonymous in the Land-o-Blog. I was skeert of people finding out who I was, that it might make me less candid in my writing. Or that my mom would find out that I swear, or something.

I’m sorta getting over that. For one, I don’t have a ton of readers. I know that can change, and I’d be thrilled if it did, but still. I don’t have hundreds of people checking my site daily. Also, there’s the fact that I told a lot of my friends about the blog which kinda defeated the whole point of being Unknown.

So, anyway, now I’ve added my blog to my Facebook page, which takes away even that last shred of anonymity. I’m pretty OK with that; I don’t list my address or phone number there, either. It just means that my old college roomies are more likely to realize what a “backslider” I’ve become. It was bound to happen, sooner or later. Maybe some of them have done 180’s since freshman indoctrination orientation, too!

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