I’m at the point in pregnancy where I see the doctor every week. The appointments have (up to this point, at least) been of the uneventful take-my-blood-pressure-pee-in-a-cup-listen-to-the-baby’s-heartbeat-send-me-on-my-way variety of appointments, but in reading a pregnancy website yesterday, I realized my appointment that day might be where they do the (non-invasive) Group B Strep test.
Sure enough, I got into the exam room and the nurse said something like, “Undress blah blah blah for your GPS blah blah blah,” to which I responded, “Wait, what? Am I taking my pants off today?”
Yes, the GPS test meant taking my pants off, a skill at which I am extremely adept and comfortable with, so no problems here.
Until I sat down, pantsless, and started Tweeting to curb the boredom:
And then the doctor walked in and it appeared I’d met my match:
You make me giggle.
Sitting in a doctor’s office without pants and having the good humor to tweet about it is impressive, and I find it one of the most uncomfortable activities ever!
I take issue with your use of the term “non-invasive” here. Anything that requires me to take off my pants in the presence of anyone who is not related to me is invasive. Just saying.
True Story: Since I’m not ed-uma-cated AT ALL about being pregnant (yet) I had no idea what the GPS test was so yesterday when I was reading your tweets I googled it and right as I clicked on the results a coworker came up behind me and started a totally random conversation and there I was paralyzed and busted reading about “swabbing” on the internet.
Somewhat related: the word swab needs to be replaced. It’s right up there with moist and panties when it comes to words that give me the heeby jeebies!
Sans Pants is the name of Erik’s band he started in college.
This is killing me. And making me realize that indeed a few weeks from now I will be pantsless as well. Fuck.