Could You Handle Having the Hottest Gynecologist?
It has come to my attention that women in Chile are lining up to be seen by the hottest gynecologist ever. 24-year-old Manuel Rico, originally from Spain, also happens to reside in Concepción, Chile. Seriously. I can’t even make this stuff up! From pictures of Rico floating around the internet right now, I can only assume he has had a past life as a model, but right now all he wants to be seen as is a doctor (He’s currently studying to be a gynecologist). Is he easy on the eyes? OF COURSE! He’s a Calvin Klein underwear model after all! But would I want him to be my gynecologist? Nope. Nada. No interest. As I sit here, 40 weeks and 1 day pregnant, I can’t help but think about my pregnancy, my annual visits to my gynecologist and why I’m steadfast with my answer. Under no circumstances could I fathom having an underwear model become my real life McDreamy. Could you?
Getting a pap smear is uncomfortable enough. Regardless of the person doing the job: man, woman, old, young. It’s one of my least favorite things in the world to have to go through every year. I’m grateful for my OB who tries to distract me from what he’s doing with his small talk, but still, no fun. (YES, my OB is a male, but I in no way find him attractive at all. Makes it easier for me.) Having a super-hot former model would not bode well for me. No way could I handle his sultry eyes looking at my who-ha, checking around for any problems.
Fellow BabyZone writer Kelle Hampton agrees, “I had a hot gyno once. Lasted one visit and then I promptly switched to a 60-year-old woman.” Sounds good to me!
Speaking of those yearly visits, my OB also does my annual breast exam when I go in for my pap smear. Again, he goes along with the small talk to distract me, and he doesn’t look directly at me. But could you imagine those hot crystal clear blue eyes of Manuel Rico gazing off into a distance as he pressed tenderly on your breasts? I don’t think so. Those two images don’t quite belong in the OB-GYN’s office.
I’ve had a few yeast infections that I can remember in my adult lifetime. One time, it was so bad that I had to see a doctor about it because over the counter medication wasn’t working, and I was in unbearable pain. If McDreamy were the one I had to see to examine this type of infection going on in my nether regions, I might be mortified!
It's A Matter Of Gas
It’s a known fact that with the slowdown of your digestive system during pregnancy, your gas build up increases. And it’s not just the burps. With both of my pregnancies, I’ve had some unfortunate farting episodes in public places. There’s no controlling it sometimes. I’m embarrassed enough as it is having a gassy moment while checking out at Target. I’d be horrified if I was in the presence of a male model when an episode like that occurred. I can’t even handle my husband knowing that I fart. As far as he knows, it never happens.
Weekly Cervix Checks
At 36 weeks pregnant, for a normal pregnancy, your weekly cervix checks begin to see if you are progressing and getting closer to being in labor. These are already visits I don’t look forward to. They are so damn uncomfortable, and it’s really not the most fun to be sitting there, bottoms off, with a paper drape that barely covers you up since you’ve become so large from being pregnant. And then you’re asked to scoot your rear down as close to your heels as you can. Not sexy at all. Why would I want a very attractive male having to instruct me on all of this? A model cannot be a part of this endeavor. Nope. Not going to happen.
During these weekly cervix checks, you know that paper drape, which is supposed to impart some sort of modesty? …Well, there’s a problem. Every week, I can’t wrap it fully around my bottom half. Every week, I worry that my doctor will, unfortunately, get a glance of how large my butt has gotten and see it in all its naked glory. Seriously. For the past month that’s all I think about as I wait for him to enter the room. I even struggle myself to see how much junk in the trunk I’ve amassed over the course of nine months. I can’t be having a super sexy model doctor gleaning that.
I have a hard enough time focusing with all the pregnancy brain that has taken over lately. Honestly, I think I’d be too darn distracted to listen to McDreamy as he answered my questions about labor and delivery and the status of my cervix. I’m human after all. Hot guys are distracting. I’d never know what was going on with my pregnancy. What was baby’s heartbeat this month? Um, no clue. I was busy trying not to fart in front of Dr. Male Model.
Did I Just Poop?
With the birth of my first daughter, I was so afraid that I would actually poop on the table while pushing. I’ve heard it happens—a lot—and you very well could have no clue it’s happening. Parts of my first labor and delivery were a blur, and I honestly don’t know if I did or not. My anxiety levels get so heightened with other thoughts in the mix, especially when there’s a hot male model involved. I mean, just thinking about my husband knowing this facet of child birth is enough angst I can deal with at a time.
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