I knew the minute I got home and received the news. I just had a bad feeling at the pit of my stomach.
The man who's seen me naked on a regular basis.
The man I share my deepest darkest secrets with.
The man who has shared in my biggest joys and my deepest sorrows.
The man I call when I'm not feeling well.... who calms me down when I'm stressed out.
The man whom, when I found him, I just knew we were the right match.
The first person to see Logan when he was born.
My OB is moving on - and we couldn't be more bummed of the news.
Something about "giving back" through International Medicine and "treating individuals who are often poor, displaced, unloved and ignored" - as if that is more rewarding than delivering automatically well-off babies, born into suburban Silicon Valley homes.
I suppose it was bound to happen sometime, I just didn't think it would happen this soon. So, what the hell am I going to do now?
(We wish you well, but will miss you dearly Doc. *sniff sniff*)