OB...No, not another tampon post.
I 'd like to start by proclaiming that I am in madly in love with my husband. In no way does this moment of "gyno-attraction" diminish his hotness and my love for said hotness.
Having said that, let's begin.
So I feel pretty safe in saying my OB is hotter than your OB.
Okay, make that "was", because when we left LA for St. George, I had to leave his glorious, silver, stirrups. But he is worth a post. Trust me on this .
Let's start with our first (and only) encounter. It was my 6 week follow up after having The Boy. My regular OB was out of town, so they assigned me to Dr. McHottie.
I walked into the room with no idea of what was to come. I got undressed (from the waist down of course) and stuck my feet in the stirrups. Then he walked in. A cross between Jake Gyllenhall and Channing Tatum. In scrubs. G.O.R.G.E.O.U.S. I got all kinds of flustered and the conversation went something like this.
McHottie: "Hello Mrs. R." (Cleverly reminding me of my marital status.)
Me: "Hi." (I giggle, which in turns, makes the nurse giggle. She must see this all the time.)
McHottie: "How have you been feeling? Any pain, swelling, light-headedness, etc?"
(You mean besides my weakened knees and loss of breath?)
Me: "Nope. I feel great." (And hot. And bothered.)
McHottie: "Great. Well, if you'll just slide down, I am going to check you out." (Right back at ya Doc.)
So now I am feeling all giddy, and it dawns on me that I should dazzle him with my wit.
Me: "You know what would be perfect? If they put some kind of crossword puzzle or word search on the ceiling." (What the hell?)
McHottie: laughing (I swear it was the sound of angel wings) "Yes, that's a great idea. I'll look into it."
Me: "It would be nice to have something to read." (Stop girl, Stop now.)
McHottie: "So you delivered an 8 1/2 pound baby and needed only one stitch? Wow. You (meaning my vagina) look great."
Me: blushing and beaming "Really? Thanks!"
You couldn't scrape that smile off my face. For a week. At least.