What do you do when your Dr. farts?

So today was my first actual face to face visit with my new OB, and I stand by my previous judgement of not being too overly happy with the office. I will say today was sure alot more fun than previous visits. Actually got to see the little one for the first time, which is always a pleasure for any parent. Still too little to hear the heartbeat but I could see the heart beating. With previous bad experiences with pregnancy this is always a comforting thought. After my ultrasound I get to walk over to the waiting room to actually see the doc, and surprisingly they got me back there fairly quickly. I took ANOTHER pregnancy test, and they took some blood, and then I talk the dreaded walk to the room and you know what's coming next. I think sometimes they like to see how long you will sit in there and stew on the inevitable bits that are about to happen...of course they get the easy part. I am sure that I am not the only woman that is uncomfortable with being spread eagle in front of someone that they are meeting for the first time, and really wish that the doc would have come and met me my first visit in the office so it wouldn't have been so awkward. I am also sure that I am not the only woman that has ever wondered what is going to creep out during the exam. We are pregnant ladies and those little gas bubbles seem to like to pop at the most awful of times. There I am laying on the table and the doc has started the exam...and then it happened. My doctor farted! It wasn't like a little baby poot...this was one of those curtain moving farts! It also had a little smell to it. I didn't know what to do, whether I should say anything about it. I was worried that I was going to end up being THAT person, and here we find ourselves in this predicament. The exam continues and I am just laying there mortified...she is however going to be the person taking care of my baby and me for the next several months and I don't want to upset her. As she is finishing the exam she decides to address the big fat stinky elephant in the room. She looks at me and says " Ya know with the vantage point I was at, I was glad that was me and not you." I could no longer contain myself. I almost laughed myself off the table, which is of course a good 4 feet off the ground. I didn't mean to laugh, I just could no longer hold it in. She then tells me that when I get dressed I can go ahead and get my next appt date, and that she wants to see me again in 4 weeks. After further consideration she changes it to 6 weeks and then props the door open and leaves. I still had to take a moment to compose myself and try to get dressed around this door that is partially open. When I get ready to leave I grab my paperwork and quickly proceed to the lobby in hopes of getting my next appt time and leaving. As I am passing by my doc's open office door I hear her talking to one of the nurses about the Mexican she had for lunch. So this is now my new rule...I will NO LONGER go see any Doc after lunch. I am just not sure that I can handle that much excitement :D