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It's going to be hard to write this year without using culturally racy words... and I say culturally, because in the didactic portion of nurse-midwifery school (and the clinical) they are our every day language. We put the Vagina monologues to shame on the regular.

So, with that preface, I will recount a touching and and amusing story that happened on Thursday at my clinical site (a public Gyn clinic in a hard-knock city in Connecticut where the average age of first pregnancy can't be much over 17....)

A twenty year old hispanic girl came in to get an IUD placed. She brought her adorable 6 week old baby girl clad in pink and swimming in the biggest ensemble of carriage, blankets, stuffed animals, diaper bags that I had seen that day. She also brought her partner, who sheepishly wiped the long dark hair out of his eyes as we asked him to take a seat next to the exam table where his nervous girlfriend lay. He spoke very little English, and his girlfriend, by now wearing a hospital gown and draped in a sheet, translated each word we said.

As my preceptor gave the instructions, they both nodded in agreement "Take 2 ibuprophen when you get home, feel the strings to see if they have moved, you may have some cramping and spotting for a month... and nothing in the vagina for 2 weeks." The long haired partner sat up a little straighter - obviously understanding.

"And that includes penis." The midwife mater-of-factly said.

Her partner smiled an embarrassed smile, laughed, and looked between us and his girlfriend - his eyes saying "Are you suggesting we have sex? How could you think such a thing?" She giggled, he giggled, and the procedure began.

While grimacing during the IUD placement, her partner started laughing again. "No penis!" He blurted out. She couldn't help herself in her nerves and pain and laughed too.

As I drove away from the clinic at the end of the day, I saw the two of them walking, pushing their baby entourage, and holding hands.

It is nice to feel good about the dynamic of the young couples once in a while. And I was sure they would follow the instructions and advice they had gotten that day.

Was there life before pap-smears?

Ok, ok. A blog is no good if you don't write on it.... no one will read it, check it, and friends will give up on you and your determination to share the joys and pains of life on a regular basis.

I appologize, life moved out from under me and updating this blog fell through the missing spaces of free time.

I am back in school - studying to be a nurse-midwife - and it is, cliched as it may be - all that I dreamed it would be. And this dream has certainly been a long time coming... I have been talking about this since 2003 - so with two years of pre-reqs, a year of nursing school, a year of nursing, and more debt than I care to admit, I am here.

In the past 3 months I have become adept at pap-smears, staring at body fluids under the microscope, talking to young girls about the evils of douching and the joys of birth control, and more than anything, sitting at my desk reading, reading, memorizing... It is certainly not everyone's cup of tea. But it is mine - and with a little sleep under my belt and a newly vacuumed floor - I feel positive about the direction this is heading.

In the mean time, here are some pictures of Caleb and my vacation to Italy and Croatia this summer - which seems like longer ago than 4 months. Was there life before pap-smears?

Yes....