Tonight we had our third ultrasound. Same place as last time. Same cold Russian lady. Had to stick the thing up my own twat again. It hurt this time. I didn’t look at the screen once. I played Candy Crush the entire time. Level 89 is a bitch.
“Okay, you can get dressed and wait in the lobby. The radiologist will let me know if we have enough information or if you need to go back on the table. Won’t take long.”
Oh! How lovely and cryptic.
Five minutes later, she appeared in the waiting room.
“I forgot to ask – your last period?”
She walked away quickly. My husband was not impressed.
“You have got to ask for another location next time.”
“This was the only one that had after work appointments.”
She appeared again.
“You can go. Your doctor will have your results in the morning.”
We took the elevator.
“She’s awful. She looks worried all the time.”
“Well. She is Russian.”
“So we’ll know tomorrow. I’m okay with that.”
“If I can drink tonight, I’d like to know now.”