Most of my friends are in their 20s, a full decade younger than I am. I used to think this was because of my youthful appearance. And the fact that I was so damned cool everyone wanted to hang around me. But lately, I've realized it's because I'm motherly.
It's true. I think the 20-somethings are attracted to me in a surrogate mother way. And that's okay. I understand this. So, it turns out it's not because of my youthful appearance, but rather because I give really good advice. I can live with that.
I'm pretty much the Queen Bee of my social circle. My spring chicken friends call on me for guidance in pretty much all categories. Why? Because I know it all. "What to Expect When You're Expecting?" Who needs it when you have Vicki as a friend. "Women are from Venus; Men are from Mars?" Yeah, well Vicki is from Earth. And she knows a helluva lot more than John Gray.
A couple of years ago, one of my best friends -- we'll call her "Melissa" (because that is her name) -- got pregnant with her first child. Oh, the joy! From advising her on which pregnancy test was most accurate to helping her decide how to tell her husband, I was her prenatal consultant through this experience that I knew all too well. She called on me regularly, because she was young and inexperienced and I was, well, really smart in such areas as sex and babies.
I still remember one of our first discussions of what to expect at her first OB/GYN appointment. I believe the discussion went something like this:
"Vicki, I'm so frightened. And I have
no idea what to expect. Since you're an expert on EVERYTHING, why don't you help me understand what this initial appointment will be like."
"Oh, honey: there, there. You will do just fine. The nice doctor will ask you some questions to determine your due date, hook you up with some prenatal vitamins, check for your baby's heartbeat, then slap you into some stirrups."
"Stirrups?"
"Yes, dear. Stirrups. Now, the first exam is pretty, well,
thorough. But don't be scared. The doctor is just making sure your uterus is in tip-top shape to carry this baby. Oh, and the rectal prod only lasts a second or two."
"The WHAT?"
"Rectal Prod. It's not as bad as it sounds. The doctor will place her finger in your anus and feel around a bit. Really, it's nothing. Don't be concerned."
"But I've never had a Rectal Prod. What...what...why...how..."
"Sweetheart, you're getting all worked up for nothing. Just, when you hear the doctor say, 'little pinch' you will know what's coming. Just relax. It makes it easier on everyone that way."
"Little Pinch?"
"Yes, Little Pinch. That is your cue to let your muscles relax."
"I'm not looking forward to that. It sounds very scary. Why do they do it?"
"Dear, dear. They do it for your safety. And for the safety of the baby. You will get this as part of every exam you have with your OB/GYN."
A few weeks later, Melissa called to report the outcome of her first trip to the OB/GYN.
"Well? How was it?"
"It was fine. The baby is fine. I heard the heartbeat. Everything went great. But..."
"But what?"
"Well, I didn't get a finger up my ass."
"Wh...what? Why surely you did. You were probably just so relaxed from my advice that you didn't feel it."
"No. I'm sure. No digits in my bunghole. I am confident about this. And, I've been asking around to all of my other friends and none of them have had their doctor stick her finger up their asses, either."
Gulp."Well, what country are they from? Because in Turkey, they don't do the rectal prod. I'm pretty sure I read that somewhere."
"No, they're Americans. I hate to say this, Vicki, but I think...
I think you were molested by your doctor."
"What?"
"Yeah. Molested."
"Oh. I see."
"I know you're not laughing, but it's pretty damned funny."
"It is?"
"Yes."
"Oh. Well, yes. That's why I told you that story. For comic relief. Yeah, that's it -- comic relief. Because I knew you were scared. Ha ha ha. That was a good one."
And that was that. In one fell swoop, I had lost my credibility. And my anus' virginity. Damn that doctor!