The DL on the OB

Here's a couple weird observations/realizations I had the other day. This week I had got to do what we women LOVE to do. Go to the OB. Just a yearly check up. So, what was I worrying about? Shaving my legs. I spent more time prepping for a woman to check my hoohaw for 5 minutes once a year than I do for my own sweet husband. Why is that? Why do we care so much that we are perfectly groomed for our OB? She stares at vagina's for a living! A few stray ankle hairs aren't going to make her think terribly of us. Then, while I was undressing to put on the gown, I carefully placed my folded panties and bra inside my jeans and then folded those on the chair with my purse on top. What? Did I think they were going to jump of the chair and scream, "Look at me! I'm Liz's underpants!"? Again, why do we do that? She is about to literally be INSIDE our womanhood and we are concerned that she might see our skivvies. Ladies, we are weird.