DON'T READ THIS POST IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW...

all the intimate details of my down-there-doctor (dtd) experience. I'm warning you now. This is a bit on the embarrassing side.

Ok, today was my annual exam at the dtd. I really DISLIKE the annual but I'm trying to be a good citizen and mother to my children by teaching them that they should go to the dr for an annual I'd-rather-have-my-teeth-pulled-because-I'm-semi-out-of-it session. After waiting the appropriate time because everyone knows that when you go to the dtd you have to wait at least 2 1/2 hours to get your nerve up so you can stand the chamber of embarrassment, I got to see the dr. He did all the stuff he needed to then he ordered an ultra sound. NOW...the only reason I've ever had ultrasounds was to see if I was preggers, about the right time to get preggers or just after being preggers. So in my mind ultrasounds and pregnancy go hand in hand. The ultra-tech, Libby and I are chatting it up talking about kids and school and such when she says, "Well it looks like you get to start all over again." In your mind what does that mean. Start over again! Start over again!! What are you talking about. So I just flat out ask "Am I pregnant? Cuz that would be kind of on the miraculous side of things because even though I have all the right working parts, my husband has had a visit from the plumber." She said "Oh, NO. You're not pregnant. Sorry about that. I meant that you get to start school goings-on all over." They should have a course on what and what not to say when you go to ultra tech school. Sorry I had to be a little descriptive about mine and husband's workings but we got a good laugh out of it.