When I was pregnant husbands were allowed to join their spouse at some of the pregnancy checkups. There’s my husband sitting in a chair basically at my feet. The doctor comes in and tells me to get my feet in the stirrups. As the doctor walks back to examine me I ask my husband “ how’s the view down there?” I still smile remembering the …
When I was pregnant husbands were allowed to join their spouse at some of the pregnancy checkups. There’s my husband sitting in a chair basically at my feet. The doctor comes in and tells me to get my feet in the stirrups. As the doctor walks back to examine me I ask my husband “ how’s the view down there?” I still smile remembering the time I managed to embarrass both my husband and my doctor at the same time. And yes it was a male doctor.
When I was pregnant husbands were allowed to join their spouse at some of the pregnancy checkups. There’s my husband sitting in a chair basically at my feet. The doctor comes in and tells me to get my feet in the stirrups. As the doctor walks back to examine me I ask my husband “ how’s the view down there?” I still smile remembering the time I managed to embarrass both my husband and my doctor at the same time. And yes it was a male doctor.