What to Do in the Summer When It Rains
And I forgot to blog about a conversation I had in the waiting room at the lab when I went to do my one-hour glucose tolerance test last week.
Chatty Cathy: "So, how far along are you?"
Me: "26 weeks."
CC: "Wow, you're really big for only being that far along."
Me: "Well, it is my third." (What else could I say? Yeah, I'm a fat cow??!!)
CC: "Let me just tell you, if you get the tubal ligation, it really kills."
Me (trying to get back to Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix; I think that's where I was in my pre-release re-read): "I think I'll be avoiding that."
Mr. CC, chiming in: "So he's going to get the old snip-snip?"
Oh. My. Gosh.