Free At Last, and Grossed Out

When we went to the doctors office on wednesday Shannon finally got the word to be back on her feet. The excitement of that was only disapointing for the fact that we had got to see our baby every week. It was like getting to visit a great friend every week. It's not that the baby is not inside of her still, but we don't get to see the development which was unbelievable. The other week we got to see a 3D picture, which I will talk about next time.
To celebrate Shannon getting off of bed rest after church our friend Logan went to celebrate with us at the local coffee shop who had a St. Patricks day theme with Shamrock Shakes and a local musician who played the guitar and sang Irish songs as we played the worst game of scrabble in our lives. What was amazing over the last couple weeks were the people who took care of us as Shannon was on strict bed rest. Friends, family, and people from our church kept meals coming and visits a plenty as Shannon was caged in our bedroom.
Back to the doctors office. As some of you know I have a little bit of spermophobia. Stop it, I know what you are thinking. spermophobia is the fear of germs. Now because I work with special needs children, this is a dumb fear to have. And I wouldn't say it is necessarily a fear as a strong avoidance. I'm not always like this (or maybe I am and just don't notice). I don't know what brought this on. Maybe it was the fact I grew up in a super clean house. Maybe it was the experiment some guys and I did when we turned on a black light in the dormitory bathroom and saw what lives on the walls (don't do it for your own sanity), but I often avoid germs. Children of course enjoy carrying them the most. And I know they are good for you to build up immunity. But I have certain social norms like never, ever using dip that's been used to double dip (these persons should be shot).
So what grossed me out? Well, when we were at the doctors office first of all when the nurse was testing Shannon's urine, she didn't use gloves. I know my wife does not have the plague or anything, but how would this lady know that. Then it got worse. After testing the urine she just rinsed it out and put it in a bag and gave it back to Shannon for the next time. WHAT! I'm all for being green, but come on. Is the health care system that bad that we have to reuse urine sample cups? Then another friend told us that she should put it in the fridge so it doesn't start growing things. Growing thing, and urine cups in my fridge? I told Shannon to put that bag in a bag, and that bag in a bag, and that bag in a box, which needs to go in another bag and I'll think about having it in my fridge.
The sad fact is this, I know it's only going to get worse. People who know my fear keep telling me stories of birth and babies trying to gross me out. Well, we either run from our problems or embrace them. So bring it on baby. I guess I'm ready to go.
To my regular readers. I know I only have a couple followers but many readers. Join the blog. I'll post more the more I know people are following. And chime in. Without being vulgar, what are other nasty things I need to prepare myself for?