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Been there, done that
The appointment came and went. I spent more time in the waiting room than in the actual office. During my history I mentioned the abortion and the doctor just nodded and asked for the date and moved on to the next question. She did the exam and told me to be careful with the NuvaRing—never to leave it in too long or to forget to remove it since “we know your body likes to be pregnant.” And that was that.
She called a week later to say my test results came back and all is normal. So that was that—really rather uneventful.
Things are otherwise great. I sometimes wonder if the experience brought my boyfriend closer together because it put us in a position to discuss things that we perhaps otherwise would not have. We’re at the point where we can both laugh when I make “when I was pregnant” jokes. I also like the way that I laugh at a whole new set of jokes on television now. I’ve recently become a fan of the show Private Practice, where they are always dealing with pregnancy storylines and I find that I understand them now in a way I never could have before. It’s like I’ve been let into a secret little club where I can kind of giggle under my breath when the characters on TV puke into their purses or get up to run and go pee. “I’ve been there!” I think. “I’ve done that!”
