While I Knew what the result of the pregnancy test would be, it was still shocking to hear “It’s Positive.”
“The Doctor will see you now. Get undressed and wear this plastic piece of paper with a rubberband for a waist tie. He’ll be right in.”
I kept my socks on. I didn’t have a pedicure and my toes would not have been a pretty sight against the metal stirrup without a splash of Bada Bing Cherry nail colour on them.
I tried to get on the exam chair. Why is it whenever I’m trying to get on the exam chair at a doctor’s office, I feel like a hobbit climbing Mount Doom. My legs never seem to reach to get a foot up. I can’t rear up onto it. I’d have to bend my knees, get a good lift off and hurl myself back onto the exam chair almost always hitting my head on the light. I can climb on face forward. But it always means having to turn around and catching the rolled paper protective thingy and it getting twisted between my thighs. When I finally turn around, I’d have to lift myself up and straighten out the protective paper. The paper rips.
I’m so uncoordinated. How on earth did I manage to get pregnant?
“The Doctor will see you now. Get undressed and wear this plastic piece of paper with a rubberband for a waist tie. He’ll be right in.”
I kept my socks on. I didn’t have a pedicure and my toes would not have been a pretty sight against the metal stirrup without a splash of Bada Bing Cherry nail colour on them.
I tried to get on the exam chair. Why is it whenever I’m trying to get on the exam chair at a doctor’s office, I feel like a hobbit climbing Mount Doom. My legs never seem to reach to get a foot up. I can’t rear up onto it. I’d have to bend my knees, get a good lift off and hurl myself back onto the exam chair almost always hitting my head on the light. I can climb on face forward. But it always means having to turn around and catching the rolled paper protective thingy and it getting twisted between my thighs. When I finally turn around, I’d have to lift myself up and straighten out the protective paper. The paper rips.
I’m so uncoordinated. How on earth did I manage to get pregnant?
(This post is from November 2009 - Just trying to catch everyone up)
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