Going to the gyno is as much an existential crisis catalyst as writing new year’s resolutions and planning your own birthday party is. Hopefully you’re only going once a year, but even so it’s enough to make you question your life decisions and reflect on where you’ve been. Or who you've been with. And why you do the things you do. Going to your gyno is pretty much like going to your therapist, except instead of sitting on a couch you’re in stirrups.