Today I woke up with dread and anticipation. How could that be? Because bright and early I was scheduled for the d.r.e.a.d.e.d. p.e.l.v.i.c. u.l.t.r.a.s.o.u.n.d.
"Ma'am, please drink 32 ounces of water one hour prior to your scheduled ultrasound."
Right-o. I can do that. Mission accomplished.
"Arrive 15 minutes before scheduled ultrasound."
45 minutes later, I am acutely aware of my overfull bladder.
"Ma'am, we seem to have misplaced the requisition for your ultrasound, it will just be a few more minutes....."
Uhh......yeah.....starting to sweat.
A few more minutes later, my name is called, I shuffle back to the room.
30 minutes later, bladder empty, feeling slightly violated, I exit the facility.
Results? The doctor will call.
A few hours later......the phone rings......
The MUCH ANTICIPATED ULTRASOUND RESULTS OF THE LATEST GRANDCHILD!