Random Thoughts

Glucose tests are inSANE.

Doctors need to do a better job of not freaking out patients.

Ms is currently resisting the temptation to chase a little girl around the waiting room because she, Ms, is so sugar-smacked.

But at least we seem to have moved on from Ms’ competitive compulsion to cut any other pregnant women who are, in her words, “beating me” (that is, further along in their pregnancies). I don’t know if this is permanent or a temporary detente.

Ms just told me she can feel her pulse in her butt. Well, a pulse. I asked “yours or his?” Hers, apparently. Glucose tests, y’all.

I’m pretty sure Ms could scale this building using only her eyelids right now.

Babies are small targets. For the ultrasound, freaks. If they don’t find the baby right away, think about how hard it is to aim a laser pointer at something from a distance.

Ms is totally about to go dance with this six-year-old in the waiting room.

I think the soothing music in here is counterproductive. It sounds like a weepy scene from a French drama. A bad one, not a weird artsy one.