By Jessica Starr
“Are you currently pregnant?” The new patient questionnaire asked, immediately getting to the topic ruminating in my head over the past few weeks.
Without thinking I hastily scribbled, “Please God, I hope not.”
The second questions asked, “Have you ever been pregnant?”
“No,” I wrote “AND I NEVER WANT TO BE”.
The exam room door opened and the nurse dressed in out of season holiday scrubs called out “Jessica Starr?”
I chose Dr. Carrie Miles as my new OBGYN based on her one paragraph biography on the women’s clinic website. She did not mention having children, however did enjoy spending time hiking with her two dogs and that was enough to put my reproductive health in her hands.
I sat nervously in the exam room, glancing at the pamphlets about all the possible STD’s I could have. Dr. Miles walked in, casually wearing a white lab coat with her name stitched in red cursive writing, her pants dragging a touch too long. She had green eyes highlighted by blue eyeshadow, kept a straight serious face, and had obviously read my new patient paperwork. Continue Reading…