My Doctor Rocks!

I adore my fertility doctor.  Love love LOVE him. And not just because he helped me cook up Kate and Adam.  Not just because he stuck by my side through all the difficult times, never giving up on me. No, not even because he gave me his home number in case I needed him and that he has my cell number saved on his phone.  Not even because he is quite handsome.

 

No, I love him because he is such a divine guy.  And funny! He calls me Princess Tertia. Which is a little cheeky, but ok, I can be a bit of a diva occasionally.

 

I sent him a text message today telling him about my radio interview tomorrow and how nervous I am.  This is what he replied: 

 

“Just keep repeating to yourself that you are gorgeous and divine and you will be ok.  Good luck and lots of love.”

 

Seriously. That is what he wrote!! Hahahaha! He has obviously been reading my blog.

 

Love my doctor. Funny and clever.  What more would you want in a fertility doctor?

 

Damn I’m nervous for tomorrow. And I have a cold so my voice is all nasal.  Not v attractive. 

 

Comments

[Jenn]

You are right... he is a wonderful, fabulous man (not to mention *extremely* charming and handsome.) We travelled across the globe to CFC. We let them know that we were there because we read about how great they were in Tertia's blog...

(No luck this time, but we will be back in October.)

Good luck with the interview.

[Dani]

He may be the coolest doc on Earth. :)

(Don't be nervous!!!)

[erica]

Good luck, Tertia!

[jenny]

That's so great that you have this awesome doctor! I had a doctor that was said, "Now, what's your name again? Oh really? I've seen you before? What's your medical hx? Maybe I can tell by that. No, no, still doesn't ring a bell. What insurance do you have? Yes, I do remember how everyone PAYS."

[Cathy]

This is in regard to the sleep post - it was read by the author on public radio here in the States. I loved it.

After Making Love We Hear Footsteps

For I can snore like a bullhorn
or play loud music
or sit up talking with any reasonably sober Irishman
and Fergus will only sink deeper
into his dreamless sleep, which goes by all in one flash,
but let there be that heavy breathing
or a stifled come-cry anywhere in the house
and he will wrench himself awake
and make for it on the run - as now, we lie together,
after making love, quiet, touching along the length of our bodies,
familiar touch of the long-married,
and he appears - in his baseball pajamas, it happens,
the neck opening so small
he has to screw them on, which one day may make him wonder
about the mental capacity of baseball players -
and flops down between us and hugs us and snuggles himself to sleep,
his face gleaming with satisfaction at being this very child.

In the half darkness we look at each other
and smile
and touch arms across his little, startling muscled body -
this one whom habit of memory propels to the ground of his making,
sleeper only the mortal sounds can sing awake,
this blessing love gives again into our arms.

Galway Kinnell

[Kim]

He could have at least added an asshole in there somewhere - if he really has been reading your blog. Good luck tomorrow.

[Kim]

Hey, I just figured I can get the radio station on my laptop so if I'm home I'll listen - we are on the same time.

[Bridgette]

You will do great. I just know it. You ARE gorgeous and divine, so you can't help but do well.

I will be setting my alarm for 5:30 A.M.! just for you. I would NEVER get up that early, on my day off, for anyone else but you.

And you Dr does sound fabulous.

[Judy]

Will he come to the States for a bit? I could use a good doctor!

[projgen]

Knock 'em dead tomorrow, Tertia! I still have no suggestions for how I can hear the broadcast (puhhhhleeeeeze, somebody tape it?), but I'm sure you'll be great!

Hey, will your doc give discounts to your blog readers? Might make it worth flying to SA...

[MamaPajama]

Huh. When I get a cold my usually high voice becomes much lower. I call it my Lauren Bacall voice. I usually like to record my outgoing voice messages when I have a cold.

Beware the combination of wine and cold medicine though!

[Orange]

Dude. You need to talk for hours and hours before the radio interview, to dry out your throat and make your voice all husky-sexy instead of just nasal.

[Dani]

An idea....

Can you post a quick "I'm leaving for the radio station!" thingy to remind those of us that suffer from *CRS or may be a bit thrown off by the time difference?

(*Can't Remember Shit)

[Laura]

I third MamaPajama and Orange. A cold is ideal for sexifying (it's a word now, okay?) the voice. You'll be in ideal shape!

[Jen-Earthchild]

Um..is your doctor single? Hook a sista' up! LOL

[Jen3]

A cold always makes my voice sound totally sexy. I turn myself on.

Too bad I'm such a looza and can't get up before 6 AM. No, not even for a baby crying in the middle of the night. I'll usually boot DH out of bed. "I, I, I think they're calling you ...."

Sorry I'll miss your radio interview. I'm sure you'll do fabulous. Just keep some cough drops and kleenex on hand in case you get in to a hacking fit. That certainly wouldn't be sexy ....