Oh Bee Gee Why? En.

OBGYN.

Gynecologist. Whatever you want to call them - I'm not uncomfortable anymore.

We've visited our friendly gynecologist quite a bit the last couple years. He's kind. He loves watching our kids wiggle around on his TV screen. And, he's getting up there in years.

Funny story:

We were headed back to the States for Christmas 2008 in 24 hours. Petra had taken a couple pregnancy tests that indicated she was pregnant, but had to see an OBGYN in order to make sure she and the baby were healthy and it was ok to travel. We ended up going to the only one who had time to see her.

The office looked more American than Croatian with a nice waiting room, pop music playing and the latest issue of Elle. We thought we were going to have to pay an arm and a leg to keep seeing this guy.

But after 5 minutes of getting to know Dr. Lederer, Petra realized he had met her before. 23 years ago, Petra's mom had been pregnant and had to get permission to travel to the States. While it wasn't legal for him to give her permission they talked about ways to make her look less pregnant than she was so the airlines would let her fly. One week later Petra was born in Illinois.

Fast forward to today. Dr. Lederer has become a good friend. And he should be. Now that we're pregnant (Petra more than I) again, we've seen him over 20 times in the last year-and-a-half.
He's affordable ($10 a visit) and will watch the ultrasound with us for a half hour if he doesn't have a patient after us.

Do you appreciate your OBGYN as much as we do?