Nina is meeting with us around noon today. She e-mailed me this morning to ask me to bring the speculum we've been using, and I had this sudden flash of anxiety that she would tell us it was crummy and that no one could find a cervix with it. She would be wrong since we can find mine with it and because we couldn't find Heather's with the big metal one, either, but I'm obviously in a delicate state when it comes to implied criticism of my research/shopping/organizing work, and I am sore afraid that the suggestion of speculum failure will bring me to tears in the same building where braver women are getting abortions.
Yes, incidentally, this building does sometimes have protesters. "Hey, guys, it's okay! We're trying to have a baby!" might distract them for a second, but of course I would feel compelled to clarify, "Now, we are big dykes who are going to raise one of God's children in our damned house of sin..."
Now I need to get Heather up. Then I need to stand in my closet and wonder what is an appropriate outfit for this occasion. I'm leanings towards a sweater dress.