I doubt anyone remembers the last time I went to the gynocologist and forgot my socks in my purse. And that brief argument I had with myself about whether or not to jump off the table and risk bending over in my paper 'dress' to retrieve them before the doc entered the room. Ah well. It was a funny post. I tried to find it, but it was taking too long. Anyway. Today I had to make that pilgrimage again.
My doc has changed nurses, and flipped over to the other side of the facility so I was all disoriented, plus for the first time in MANY years I was not there for anything to do with pregnancy. I mean usually when I go in for my yearly it's to say...we're thinking about trying again. But this time no. So anyway, the appointment was running late so I texted my mom (who was watching the three incubators of germs) that it seemed like I was going to be there for a while.
I proceeded to get called back within minutes. I changed into my paper attire (the vest has buttons now! uptown!) and sat to wait. Of course that's when mom texted me back. My phone was paces away in my jeans. I figured it was her. (She has this fun habit of having to get the last word in with texting. It's not even intentional.) Anyway. I ended up waiting another 45 minutes for the doc to come in, so I had pleeeenty of time to get my phone, but I didn't of course. But I sat there (sweating in the freezing room) remembering the blog post about the socks and trying not to laugh out loud.
In typing this post I noticed that my pasts post have the worst titles for trying to find what the post was about. Boo for me.
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