I've spent the past 21 years or so perfecting my signature. What started out as a crooked scrawl of uppercase letters has morphed into an elegant, yet messy scratch of Aimee C. In fact it was just recently that I figured out the absolute best way to curve that "C", it looked exactly the way I wanted it to. Today, I gave up my beloved "C" in favor of a new letter. Jeffrey and I got married today. It will take me years to make a perfect "P."
Before the wedding, I had my third OB appointment. Clutching my small cup of chilled pee and trying desperately to ignore the itch of my meticulously groomed nether regions, I laid on a table while an eighty-year-old man with coffee breath undid my jeans.
Ahh yes, this is exactly how I've always pictured my wedding day.