A Tale of Two Va-jay-jays

I was all set to rant about the gyno appointment I had on Thursday, joy of all joys.  It’s not that it was time for one.  No, that wouldn’t be SO bad.  My insurance company, or shall I say the company I am trying to be insured by, added one more thing to a long list of requirements.  It seems that they are concerned about the fact that I hemorrhaged after giving birth last year.  

Months of reviewing my records and my declining maternity coverage, and Jeremy submitting his vasectomy records were just not enough.  No, they wanted me to have a gyno appointment so that a medical professional could attest to the fact that I am no longer bleeding.  A year later.  Seems to me that if I had been hemorrhaging for a whole year, I might be more concerned with life insurance than health insurance.

So, yes, invisible friends, you were gonna hear it from me.  But then my friend Kimberly went and had her baby.  It’s hard to complain about a five minute date with a speculum after watching your friend labor for almost eleven hours, and then pass a six and a half pound baby girl.