The moment sh*t got really real.

This week, sh*t got really real. I scheduled an appointment with my Ob/Gyn at Kaiser and when she greeted me and asked how she could help I led with: "My husband and I are thinking about starting a family." Saying it still felt a lil surreal. Like so adult. We went through the awkward annual PAP - normal, cool. Then she basically told me that the only thing I need to think about is making sure I'm in good health and "you're a very healthy person" so I guess... check?

To be honest, I walked out feeling underwhelmed. I don't know if I wanted fanfare, advice, or what - but I didn't really feel like I got any of that. I literally had a list of questions in my back pocket that I just didn't even feel comfortable enough to pull out and ask her. She's the kind of person who is nodding and "uh huh"-ing the entire time you're talking so you're not sure she's really even listening, just planning her next response. (we all know 'em) So I did what any millenial would do and on my way to the car texted a couple of friends who I knew had good birth experiences at Kaiser. Asked for referrals. One was accepting new patients, so I bit the bullet and changed my doctor online that night. I sent an email yesterday to my new Ob/Gyn to "introduce" myself and ask the couple of questions that I was holding onto (Shakeology? Exercise? Flu Vaccine? etc) and was pleasantly surprised by her prompt polite response.

I know this is going to be a wild ride, and I just want someone at the helm that is willing/able to held guide us - because I'm pretty good at navigating google, but there's something that can't replace good ol' med school knowledge, experience and advice.

So here we go, let the planning for #operationminichamp begin.