The second doctor’s appointment was relatively uneventful, except that she adjusted my due date for 3 days later. The highlight was that she asked me what I was using for stretch marks (and no, I wasn’t even showing at this point so there was certainly no reason to bring up that subject). “Um…lotion?” I answered. And then she laughed at me. This was not a cheerful, sharing-a-joke type of laugh. This was a “what a stupid American!” sort of laugh, definitely laughing AT me. Then she wrote me a prescription for a special French stretch mark prevention cream/gel.

She still didn’t mention prenatal vitamins, or even folic acid…and I was nearing the end of the first trimester. THAT is something to laugh at.