Just when you think you’ve gotten to a place where you can no longer be made to feel awkward, you go for another visit to the RE.

Last Friday, my 60-something male RE asked from between my legs, with his regional accent, “So. You been producin’ any of that cervical mucus?”

I eked out an answer, between all the inappropriate responses that were colliding in my brain.

That one’s pretty mild, as things go. Still. It’s not really the kind of conversation you dream of having as you look forward into the years from your wedding day.