OK. So everyone has a clever name for their RE. My RE will now be known as Dr. Jackass (Dr. J. for short). So here was our conversation yesterday on the phone...
Dr. J: Are you superstitious?
Me: No, not really.
Dr. J: Well, I am working on your protocol and it looks like your egg retrieval might be on Friday the 13th in March. Are you OK with that?
Me: Doesn't bother me.
Dr J: Do you know how Friday the 13th got started?
Me: Yeah, wasn't that the day that they killed all the Knights Templar?
Dr J: You're right. Did I tell you that?
Me: No Dr. J, I'm really smart.
Dr J: I guess you're right. You must have read that in the Da Vinci Code.
Holy arrogance Batman!!! I guess I couldn't possibly know anything unless my doctor told it to me. I wish this guy would cut the chit chat and make me a freakin baby already!!! (I'd really like to tell him this sometimes, but I'm always afraid that my smart ass attitude might cause some "accidents" during the ICSI process.) I really don't hate my RE. I just find him a little odd. But I'm an accountant, I'm VERY used to being around odd people.