Today I heard a story about "Godivas". Oh you talked about chocolate?? Nope. She meant "cadavers". She just kept saying "godivas". You get the idea though...
Meanwhile, the lamaze techniques have not abated because this one is petrified of an MRI so much I thought she might faint at the thought. Also not only do I have to walk her to the closet but now I have to carry all the sharps containers because they make her queasy. Really? these are heavy duty plastic containers securely fastened. Get. A. Grip.
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