An Ice Ice Baby Halloween

Happy Halloween.  Instead of dressing up this year I want to hand out candy to the other cuties dressed in costume.  Like many other apartment complexes in NYC we have sheets at the front desk where you can sign up if you want the trick or treaters to stop by your apartment.  This is nice because you don’t have a bunch of disappointed kids ringing doorbells to empty apartments.  They are guaranteed a solid stash of candy with this system in every building they visit.  We have never been around to hand out candy but this year, maybe we will get some little monsters creeping up to our door.  I think I will wear my ice ice shirt and just say I’m Vanilla Ice this year.  Speaking of Vanilla Ice.  I met him this year!

Vanilla Ice and meHe is exactly what you would expect in person.  Talks like a ghetto white person, easy to hold a conversation with, a little out there and overall, seems like a really nice but weird dude.

I am choosing to stay indoors this year because NYC can get a little crazy on Halloween.  We did the parade one year and pretty much vowed to never do it again after that.  It’s nice to do once and nice to do when you’re in your early 20s and don’t give a damn about being ass to ass with other creeps in costumes with no place to pee or go except to follow the crowd in front of you.  Nah.  This year I would love to sit on the couch with a glass of wine sparkling cider and hang with the doc.  The perfect touch would be if Hocus Pocus was on TV.  I don’t know why but I love that movie and I especially love it during Halloween.  I was always partial to the dumb blonde witch.  Perhaps that’s where my love for my SJP came to fruition.

A happy and safe Halloween to all :)

Cue Bon Jovi

oooooo we’re halfway there…OOOOOO livin’ on a prayer…

I’m 20 weeks pregnant this week which means in the words of Bon Jovi – we’re halfway there to meeting our new addition.  The first half of the first half of pregnancy was so hard mainly because of keeping it a secret.  Being a hermit is not fun especially in NYC.  I couldn’t even call my mom to say hi as regularly because I felt guilty about lying every time I got on the phone. Hey how are you, what’s new? Oh nothing just walking home from work. Oh yeah and did I mention I have a little bean in my belly? That too.  But the secret was so worth it because seeing the excitement in person was worth every tongue biting, nail chewing moment of keeping it in over the phone.

I thought since I was halfway through, now would be a great time to share what my experience has been like so far.

When did you first find out you were pregnant? We found out early, I was only about 4 weeks when I took the first positive test.
What kinds of emotions did you experience in your first trimester? Too many to count. Thrilled since the first day we found out, scared out of my mind that this was real, lucky and shocked that it happened so quickly, excited when we heard the heartbeat for the first time, sad when we got test results that made us question health concerns, happy when the word got out and we could share our good news, anxious about…well just about everything. And most of all, overwhelmed in the most positive way by the support Mr. Dr. and I have given to each other and the support from everyone else in our lives who have shown us and Baby L so much love.
Food aversions? None yet…
Cravings? No specific crazy cravings yet except one week I really wanted pancakes for breakfast. I also have been really into pizza ever since I found out I was preggo. I like pizza anyway but I feel like right now I could eat it every day. There has only been one day where I have missed my yummy spicy tuna sushi rolls.
What are you drinking? Question of the year! I have been sober now for about 4 months (since I was already 4 weeks or so when I found out) and I actually could mistakenly probably end up in an AA class if I didn’t look down and see my daily baby bump. I never thought I’d see the week where I came home and immediately got my workout clothes on instead of pouring a glass of wine every day. I certainly miss it but what I miss most is the social aspect of drinking. Grabbing a drink with a friend, sharing a good bottle of wine with Mr. Dr., enjoying a cold draft beer on football Sunday or having happy hour martinis. At this point I’m used to the no drinking zone so I’m not even sure I’ll have a glass later in my third trimester. We’ll see how I feel then. I have been drinking lots and lots of water – sparkling, flavored and good old regular. When I go out I like to order sparkling so I feel like I’m indulging in a fun high class drink. Add a lemon and voila, back in the cocktailsphere.

How have you been feeling overall? GREAT! I truly can’t complain. I barely had morning sickness – just a few days here and there over the last 5 months. I have been more tired than usual, more so in the beginning than now… my preggo app says that’s because carrying a child is the equivalent of running a triathlon every day.
What’s your biggest symptom? Oddly enough my boobs never hurt which is a common complaint. However, they are growing at the same fast rate as my belly. My biggest symptom was my skin breaking out like I was back in high school…and I mean everywhere.
Weight gain? Depends on the scale I use but just about 10 lbs.
When is your next ultrasound? Today is our 20 week anatomy scan appointment so we will see Baby L again. I can’t wait!
Do you feel the baby? Yes. Felt flutters for the first time around 17.5 weeks and this past weekend we felt our first real little kick.
What has been your favorite part so far? I have two. The first was seeing the baby in mini baby form at 12 weeks during the sonogram. It was so exciting. The second is feeling the baby move. It’s crazy but awesome at the same time.

What have you been wearing? Up until today (I have on maternity leggings) I have worn all of my normal clothes and used the belly band so I can still wear my regular jeans.
How big is the baby? Right now Baby L is the size of a banana between 6.5-7inches long.
Oh yeah and how is dad? Mr. Dr. is doing really well. He’s gotten to feel the baby kick already, and while he hasn’t played the sympathy sober card, he has been a great support and is so excited.

Second half of pregnancy, here I come!

September Bliss

September is my favorite month to be in NYC.  The weather is perfect, the tourists are at a lull, Fashion Week is full speed ahead, new shows appear on my DVR list and meandering around the city couldn’t be more pleasant.  The trash piles on the sidewalk don’t smell from the grueling heat, my skin doesn’t stick to my articles of clothing from perspiration, my feet don’t get black on the bottom from walking around in flip flops and you don’t have to fight traffic going out of the city on Friday afternoon because people’s summer share houses are finito.  There is nothing better than grabbing your light jacket as you walk out the door and leave your building to find sunshine, a calming breeze and busy New Yorkers flooding the streets as opposed to Europeans asking you for directions.

The models from Fashion Week are strutting down the blocks in their street wear smoking a cigarette in one hand and holding their cell phone in the other.  They are easily identifiable.  At first glance you wonder how they stand up straight on the stilts that they call legs, and then all of the sudden for a minute you envy their thinner than paper body and wonder if they had a real meal that day.  Usually I spend the next hour staring at my lunch thinking in my head, “Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.”  Then it passes and I go back to feeling like myself again and overindulge at my next meal.  I should caveat this by mentioning that this year when I see them my thoughts are a bit different being a pregnant woman.  I think to myself, I’m such a lucky bitch because I get to eat whatever I want and you have to sit there and starve to look good on the runway.  Suckerrrr.  Who needs a runway when you have a fetus growing inside you?  Side note to pregnancy for a moment: my second trimester has been much hungrier than the first.  I went from losing 5 lbs in the first 6 weeks solely from removing alcohol from my diet to gaining about 8 going into my 5th month.  Eeeeek.

One other funny point of discussion is people’s attire in September.  It’s like some people forget how to dress.  Last week in one 20 minute walk home from work I saw one woman dressed in a sundress and sandals, one woman wearing knee high boots, pants and a wool coat, and one woman in a leather jacket, tights and ballet slippers.  I saw 3 seasons of outfits molded together in one block.  It was pretty ridiculous.  I think when the seasons change people freak out.  Some people are so excited to wear their new boots they throw them on as soon as the temperature drops to 70.  Fine.  I get it.  You want to show off your new kicks.  But no matter how excited you are about your new winter coat, for the love of God, keep it in the closet until at least November please.  We don’t need winter to come any sooner.  And honey in the summer spaghetti strap dress, it’s time to pack her up and throw that box under the bed until next June.  I know, I too am in denial that summer is over, but it’s time to switch out the sandals for tootsie-covering flats.

I have been sporting some dresses that still manage to fit on my slow but steady growing baby bump, no tights, and boots or flats depending on the level of degrees outside.  I have a feeling that my outfit rotation is going to start getting pretty boring in the upcoming weeks as baby bump keeps growing.  I haven’t dove into my maternity attire yet but it’s going to happen soon.  My pants officially don’t button so for now I will rely on the belly band phenomenon to help out in that department.  It will definitely be a function over fashion fall and winter for this girl.

Funny Pregnancy

Wine A Little, Hug A Lot

As soon as we confirmed I was pregnant and by that I really mean: as soon as I finished taking nothing short of 7 or 8 different brands of pregnancy tests (while Mr. Dr. was on call so he didn’t think I was crazy) all resulting in some kind of positive result, feint or not, I knew I wanted to find a creative way to tell our families.  We also knew we wanted to wait until we had our 1st doctor’s appointment so that we could make sure we weren’t hallucinating and to make sure everything was looking OK in the beginning.  We were actually really lucky and heard Baby L’s heartbeat at the first visit!  It was strong and fast which was a great sign.  After that 1st appointment it was a bit surreal.  All you want to do is tell everyone and I mean everyone, like even the grocery store cashier, but you can’t.  Well you can if you want.  And some people do.  But we wanted it to be special and memorable for our families.  We also were very careful about being public with the news until much later.  Every couple is different and feels comfortable at different stages.  That was just what we wanted and how we did it.

So about 8 weeks into this whole thing away we drove to meet my family at our parents’ beach house.  I remember the whole ride down talking to Mr. Dr. about how nervous I was to tell them.  It’s my parents’ first grandchild and my siblings’ first niece/nephew.  I was excited but also just nervous because it was such big news to share.  We arrived late Friday night but luckily everyone was still awake.  I wasted no time and told them that we had brought them each a little something.  Each couple opened up their gift and then there were tears, screams, laughs and lots and lots of hugs.  We spent the next 36 hours with my family sharing in the excitement before departing early Sunday morning only to drive 6 hours back up north to see Mr. Dr.’s family.  Driving through 4 states along the northeast and spending a total of 12 hours in the car between Friday night -Sunday is something I would only recommend if there is a realllllly good reason for it.  A baby announcement counts in our book.  But I will not be partaking in any activity like that ever again anytime soon.  We arrived mid-afternoon and shared the exciting news the same way with a gift for each couple.  The hugs and excitement, again, filled the room.

Wine Label Pregnancy

Each couple received a bottle of wine with a personalized label.  I created the labels online and printed them myself.  We bought our favorite Montepulciano bottle from Trader Joes (the wine store clerks had been missing me), peeled off the original labels and glued these on.  Now come February (or March?!) everyone is supposed to bring their bottle of wine to NYC so we can celebrate together after the birth of Baby L when they come to visit.

My idea for telling Mr. Dr. wasn’t quite as creative but I had limited time and resources.  I pretended he had gotten a package so when I walked in the door from work there was this white box in my hand that had his name on it and was addressed to him.  I told him the doorman gave it to me downstairs and that someone had dropped it off for him.  Real story: that morning I put together the box and took it down to the doorman with strict instructions not to give it to Mr. Dr. when he got home from his 24 hr call that morning.  I didn’t want to leave it for him in the apartment because I wanted to be there when he opened it and I wanted it to be a surprise.  My plan was to walk into the apartment that evening as if it was fresh off the press when I arrived home so he wouldn’t suspect anything.  I think it worked pretty well.  Here is what was inside.

Box for ChrisI wrapped up each part so he opened up the items in a certain order.  1st was the Baby Ruth bar, 2nd was the card and 3rd were the tests I took that morning.  He obviously figured it out as soon as he opened the candy bar but it was fun to watch him go from a look of confusion when I handed him the box to pure excitement once he began to see what was inside.

If you know us, and you guys should probably know me well enough by now, announcing our baby news the way we did was pretty fitting for us.  And I must say, everyone loved it.  I almost forgot.  We also stopped on our drive back up north and got Mr. Dr.’s grandmother a fresh bouquet of pink & blue.  We figured a bottle of wine wasn’t as appropriate for Grammie so we quickly had the florist in the local grocery store whip up a bouquet of pink roses, blue hydrangeas and of course, baby’s breath.

Grammies FlowersWe had so much fun announcing the news to our family and friends, and continue to feel overwhelmed by the love and support from everyone who has sent us well wishes, cards and congratulations.  We are really, really lucky and so is this baby.

Happy Cocktail Friday in honor of Baby L!

A Beautiful Gift Inside & Out

Thank you all for your sweet well wishes and congratulations from my last post.  It means a lot.  As most would expect, our families were the first to find out about our new addition.  The love and support we received from both sides filled out hearts with so much happiness over the excitement of our upcoming arrival.  My family (let’s be honest, the girls in the family) gave Mr. Dr. and I (but mostly me) the most thoughtful gift just a few short weeks after they found out about the news.  With both of our families being hours away, I knew it would be tough not having them around the corner during this exciting time in our life.  Luckily, we are used to fending for ourselves and have great friends in NYC to keep us occupied so that helps.

Nonetheless, it seems my family felt the same way once they heard the news about Baby L.  They shared the mutual feeling of wishing we could all be geographically closer and came up with the cutest idea to be a part of my pregnancy journey every step of the way.  Meet my baby basket.

Baby Basket

If this isn’t the most thoughtful gift for a mom-to-be I have ever seen I just don’t know what it is.  The basket is filled with gifts and the interior and exterior are lined with envelopes that I am instructed to open throughout my pregnancy.  Each envelope has a corresponding gift.  And they didn’t miss a beat.  Open when…the baby kicks, the baby can hear you, the gender is revealed, you’re feeling tired, you’re feeling lonely, you get a craving, you’re feeling nauseous, your pants feel tight, and when you need a hug to name just a few of the many moments they wanted to capture and make special for me throughout my pregnancy adventure.  In the beginning I just liked to look at it sitting in the corner of our bedroom next to my bedside.  I was so thankful and every time I looked at it I was reminded of how lucky I am to have such a wonderful family.  Then after a couple of weeks I started diving in and it has been great fun getting little surprises along the way so far.  They had quite the task keeping things gender neutral because when they made it, no one knew whether it would be pink or blue.  I could go on and on but I will spare you.  Take my advice: if a loved one that you are close with is pregnant and you decide you want to give/make them a thoughtful gift, definitely steal this idea.  It is a surefire way to make a future momma feel extra special.  Big kisses to my sweet family.

Kisses

Preggatini Anyone?

The word is out and we can officially shout it from the rooftops.  I’m pregnant!  Mr. and Mrs. Dr. are going to be parents.  We are so excited to finally share this news with my blogosphere family.  It’s a funny thing.  I have felt so guilty because I know I have been keeping this huge secret but it’s the best secret so at the same time, I haven’t felt that bad.  It’s one of those secrets that people understand why you keep to yourself so for that I am thankful.  I feel like I have so much to catch you all up on because – surprise! – I am already in my 2nd trimester.  Pretty hard to believe.  But Mr. Dr. and I wanted to be super duper sure all was well before we made our news public.  I guess that’s what happens when you are first time parents.  Parents…crazy to think that is what we will be after only having them all this time.  Ugh.  After only worrying about a fetus in my belly for 16 weeks I would like to give a shout out to any and all parents out there because my goodness do they deserve credit.  I have already experienced that “worry” that parents have and I am exhausted, and Baby L hasn’t even made the debut yet into the world.  This is going to be a long 18 years.  Who am I kidding – my mom still worries about all of us so nevermind, it’s going to be a long rest of my lifetime, ha.

I’d like to partially blame the creation of Baby L on the reasoning behind why I have blogged a bit less this summer.  I write honestly and openly so keeping such a big part of our life on the hush has been hard for my writing since all I have wanted to do is have a glass of wine…and a martini…and a beer to celebrate.  Have you noticed that Cocktail Fridays have been less frequent?  Even if you haven’t, I can assure you they have and it’s because I haven’t wanted to live the lie that I have been cocktailing to my norm this summer.  All for a good cause of course.  What will we do with the name of the blog?  Shall I temporarily change it to When Life Gives You Medicine & a Baby…make Mocktails? or When Life Gives You Pregnancy…make a Preggatini?

One of my dearest friends sent me the cutest gift after I told her the news. Take a look.  This will hopefully give me some good blog material to report on over the next 6 months.  Momjito anyone?

Preggatinis I will follow up with some exciting posts about how we told our families and how the last 4 months have been in preggo land.  Mr. Dr. and I couldn’t be happier to expand our family and I know that there are lots of doctor’s wives mommas out there to get the best advice from so feel free to start dishing that out…now.  For now, I will leave you with a picture of the first maternity shirt I was given.  I can’t wait to sport this sucker around NYC this fall.  Courtesy of my sister-in-law.

Ice Ice Baby Maternity Shirt

Mr. (Dr.) Right


Linking up with Medical Mondays (a day late but that’s allowed because it was a holiday yesterday).  I can’t believe it’s already September.

Now I know we all love our significant others and think the world of them. I am typically a believer in keeping it on the hush rather than shouting it from the rooftops in an effort to not make those less fortunate feel bad if they don’t have a great beau.  So here is a warning: please note what follows in this post might make you gag as I brag about Mr. Dr. for a minute.  I am going against my better judgement so skip reading this one if you don’t care to be enlightened.  Here it goes.  I sometimes think he is too perfect.  Let me list the reasons why.

1. The scholar-athlete awards he received in high school and college are countless…like excerpts of them from papers and online couldn’t all fit on a spread of a scrapbook I made him years ago.
2. In the first month I met him, he got a ‘B’ on a paper and set up a meeting with his professor to find out why he didn’t receive an ‘A’. Come to find out, it was his first ‘B’ ever in college.
3. He never got grounded in high school for being a rebellious party animal. (Was I the only one?? It’s normal to experiment and get in trouble for things like that in high school right?) He claims he never drank at a party until college.  What a sober saint.  My parents would have had a much easier 4 years if he was living under their roof circa my high school days.  While I was stellar in many areas of life growing up and almost always the perfect child, I also excelled in pushing the envelope with everything and succeeded in boiling my parents’ blood a few weeks (at least) out of every year.
4. He is the best gift giver ever. From Legally Blonde Broadway tickets to Louboutins and weekend getaway trips, he has always been pretty creative and on point.  I might say that the gifts have gotten slightly less unique over the last 2 years but I blame the lack of preparation time residency has allowed. And maybe, just maybe he is saving it all up for a big 3-0 surprise.
5. He likes to cuddle.  Not only that, when I don’t want to cuddle, he willingly (most nights) gives me 75% of the bed and in turn sleeps on the edge of his side of the bed because he knows I have a little fear that I might fall out of the bed if I don’t sleep practically in the middle.  The bottom line here is that we need a king size bed.
6. He likes to drink as much as I do.
7. He likes to eat as much as I do.
8. He watches chick flicks because deep down he likes them, and he watches all of my guilty pleasure TV.
9. He is more driven than my 2006 Toyota with almost 100,000 miles on it.  The boy has ambition like I have never seen.  I hope our kids pick up that trait.
10. He loves me.  A lot.

Mr. Dr. prides himself on doing ‘the right thing.’  In fact this has actually caused disagreements between us in the past.  He is the guy that takes favors and asks for none in return, always raises his hand when someone is looking for a volunteer, goes above and beyond even when it’s not necessary because ‘it’s just the right thing to do’ so he says.  Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy doing the right thing.  I just do the wrong thing probably 50% of the time so I think it balances out fine.  We aren’t perfect.  But he seems to be inching closer towards it than me.  Except when his stubbornness comes out.  Then he goes from hero to zero.  Or when he forgets that the dishwasher is right next to the sink.  Or when he doesn’t call people back for days.  Or when he procrastinates.  Or when he eats cans of tuna right before I get home – ugh – I can’t stand that smell.  So obviously there is an “annoying things” list that I have developed for him but that comes with almost 10 years of knowing someone.

Sometimes it’s just nice to sit back and send some kudos to the way of our hardworking suitors and remember why they are our Mr. Right.  And lucky for me, the “annoying list” contains all things we can work on.  Good thing we have a lifetime together to do it.

America’s Favorite Pastime

Fun little fact for those who don’t know.  Prior to this whole medical career Mr. Dr. played some baseball once or twice back in the day.  It’s hard to believe it’s been so long since that time in our lives but boy was it different.  Sports has been a huge part of both of our lives, hence how we met back in undergrad.  Fortunately for him, he was able to fulfill his dream of playing professionally.  I think every little leaguer has this dream but few can make it a reality.  After that exciting career stint he moved onto medicine.  Well, really it started during.  He was studying for MCATs while in season because he is no dummy and knew it was a long road ahead if he wanted to pursue doctorhood once his baseball career was finito.

Looking back on it, at the time I know I didn’t I appreciate the fact that he was so diligent about starting the process when he did.  I can’t imagine having started medical school any later than when we did knowing the path we are on now.  We were so young, silly and dumb when it all began we really had no idea what was ahead.  Correction.  HE knew.  I am sure when he was applying to medical schools he mentioned orthopedics as a field of interest.  But I just knew him as a baseball jock who liked biology and got way better grades than me.  I didn’t really listen to the 10 year surgery track plan.  I heard 3 letters: NYC.  Mumbling came after that and away we went on our adventure.

Well our new adventure did not require me sitting in the bleachers for 3 and ½ hours while simultaneously working on my tan during baseball games.  He only got up to bat every other inning so I was able to spend just as much time people watching, eating hot dogs and drinking beer as I did watching the game.  I got to watch him work 3 and ½ hours every day when he had a game.  That was a fun aspect of his job while he was employed by baseball.  It’s not like I can venture into the call room and cheer him on as he answers pages or go into the OR and clap every time he picks up the scalpel.  My cheerleading now is pretty much capped for in-home support only.

I always wondered what it would be like to be the wife of a pro baseball player.  The traveling weeks at a time would suck but couldn’t my husband just fly me to every game so I could sit in the wives section for the away games?  I think that seems reasonable.  In the off season he would always be around.  In the Spring we could live in warm, sunny Florida for Spring training.  If he got traded we could experience a new city together.  Who cares if I got a littttttle bored at the games.  It was fun to watch him jog around in his cute uniform.  Plus, ballpark food is the best.  Hospital food stinks, and scrubs and white coats are not the sexiest uniforms.

Mr. Dr. is lucky that he picked two professions he wanted to do in his life, has completed one and is working his way to achieve his second.  Baseball required hours, days and years of practice but every day baseball players can improve on the field.  Surgery requires hours, day and years of practice and like the sport, surgeons can improve every day in the operating room.  I suppose the biggest differences are he doesn’t get to play in dirt and run around a diamond when he does something great.  Rather, he plays inside of people’s bodies and gets to run around the hospital like a chicken with his head cut off.  He doesn’t stand outside and play catch with a little hard ball.  Instead he stands inside a fluorescent room and plays with little hard bones.  He doesn’t focus on lifting the dumbbell to get big muscles in the weight room.  Now, he focuses on lifting the knife to fix the wears and tears of others’ big muscles.

It’s funny how life has evolved for him thus far.  Recently, we went to the Home Run Derby because it was held in NYC this year which was awesome.  We had a great time and Mr. Dr. loved being back in familiar territory to witness such a cool event.

Homerun DerbyWe even got to see Pit Bull perform.  It was a fun night out.  Maybe one of these days we will get Mr. Dr. back on the diamond and see if he still has some of his own home run mojo from back in the day.

Pit Bull

One Day It Will Be Us

It’s been an exciting summer for us.  We have had a couple of weddings, a couple of fun events, some great outings and best of all, this first 3rd year rotation has allowed us to have ample quality time together.  This year was our first year attending the residency graduation dinner.  It was at a beautiful venue on a boat that sits anchored on the east river.  Mr. Dr. was working but they send someone in (usually a fellow) to relieve those that are on call for the evening for a few hours because they want the entire program (years 2-5) to be there.  It was a tad bit stressful since he had to rush to and from the hospital, to and from home, and to and from the event.  They really don’t make it easy for these slave laborers.  Amidst the rushing we only managed to lose one cufflink.  Perhaps it was the bow tie youtube how-to-tie video that he was watching en route to the venue that distracted him.  Luckily, thanks to him being on call, our dine and dash sentiment didn’t leave much time for anyone to notice that one tux shirt cuff was being held together by a paper clip that we graciously received from the hostess upon arrival.

Attendings, residents and their closest family attend this black tie affair.  I didn’t know what to expect but one immediate feeling I had was that I was glad they included the significant others on the invite.  Although it’s an event honoring the 5th years that are graduating, it really is a milestone event for all of the residents.  It’s always in June which means graduation for the 5th years, but another year done for the others.  Besides the extra fluff that they throw in to make it cheesy and ceremonial, the room is filled with hope for all of the junior residents.  Knowing it will be each of them in a year, 2 years or 3 years from that moment warms everyone with a good feeling for those few hours.  And not to mention, gives the significant others a moment to sit back and remember that one day it will hopefully all be worth it.  The sense of accomplishment that you could hear as each 5th year resident stood up to say their thanks and show their pride was endearing, motivating and rightfully so, emotional.  I am looking forward to inching one step closer to that being us with each upcoming year.  After a nice sit down dinner, they have the presentation of diplomas, slideshows (its ortho so they keep it light and entertaining), speeches and awards.  It’s just long enough to fit everything in and short enough that your eyelids don’t get too heavy while sitting there.

Here we are in our lobby as we were rushing back upstairs so he could change back into his doctor clothes and be swept away to overnight call.  I had realized I didn’t snap any photos and it’s certainly not often we get dressed up like his and her penguins.

Residency Dinner

Hot Sweaty Mess

Is it really the end of July?  I am just now realizing I never even filled you in on my first residency graduation dinner experience from June?  Bad blogger, Mrs. Dr., bad blogger.  Although I suppose the positive side of that means that I have been busy busy busy and that my friends is true.  That post will come soon.  In the meantime, summer, as usual, is cruising on by.  Just yesterday it feels I was aching for 85 and sunny to show its face as I trotted to work in the brisk April weather.  And then bam.  55 turned to 65 and 65 turned to a whopping 95.

Seriously, NYC has gone through a pretty drastic heat wave these past few weeks.  Although the last 24 hours have been quite nice.  You won’t hear me complaining because my motto is bring on the heat, but I must say, getting to work and having to wipe down my skin from perspiration is not sexy.  For godsakes, can they at least get a fan in the elevators at work so our cramped ride up 16 floors is a little more bearable?  My commute is just long enough that I get into the building and am feeling like a hot, sweaty mess.  When I where certain outfits I have to check that the clothing hasn’t completely stuck to areas of my skin or that my sweat lines aren’t busting through the material.  Then I cool off for a hot second and regain my composure.  Elevator comes and I step in only to get some serious shoulder to shoulder action with other hot sweaty skinned messes.  The sweat glands open up yet again and I occasionally feel my hair strands sticking to my neck as we open and close on what feels like every floor before I get to mine.  As the bodies get pawned off floor by floor there is slight relief as we inch up.  I reach my floor, depart from the hot box and step out into the cool air.  At that moment I am thankful for the blistering chill that sweeps my body as I walk to my desk.

Upon desk arrival, I wipe myself down, sit and regroup for the morning.  And then promptly at around 10am I find myself pulling my sweater out to throw on.  The body has adjusted to the cool environment and my bring on the heat mentality kicks back into gear.  Come afternoon, it is only a matter of time before I turn on the heater that resides underneath my desk.  I will never understand why every single office has two temperatures – scolding hot to the point working is not option and everyone should just go home to be productive OR Alaskan cold to the point where we consider bringing blankets to work because it is a necessary accessory to keep warm.

So my solution is that we all move to an island and have outside offices.  No one would need a fan or a heater.  If you get hot, you take a dip in the pool.  If you get cold, you take a dip in the hot tub.  Every office would have a retractable roof in case of inclement weather.  Then if it rains, we can have cover.  The employee morale would be instantly boosted and the positive attitudes would be overwhelming.  Yeah mon.  Working remotely never sounded so good.