For reasons that have nothing to do with birth'n and babies I was recently asked by my lady doctor to do an ultrasound. And no, I did not need a full bladder thank you mam. Which only means one thing. And if you have ever had an ultrasound in your early pregnancy stages you know what I'm talking about. It's plastic, white, vertical and a little bit scary. I don't know what size your OB used, but I'm pretty sure mine modeled hers after John Holmes.
So I was understandably nervous going into the exam room. Which means only one thing for me...wholly inappropriate laughter is imminent. But when the technician came in and she wielded that ultrasound wiener I fully lost it. Tears down my face, streaming with laughter. Why?
The ultrasound technician? She looked EXACTLY like Jenny TheBloggess. Exactly.
Which made me not only cackle like a mad hen but I'm pretty sure I looked happy too. Because it was Jenny! And I have been wanting to eat vodka snow cones with her again ever since that first blogging conference we met at.
The one, I recalled, where we videotaped ourselves waving around a big, pink dildo.... oh no! At this point the hysterical laughter had given way to that silent, shaky kind of laugh where an occasional snort escapes. In the meantime, the technician is standing there, with a bottle of gel in one hand and the wand in the other and asks, "Did you..did you..just want to put it in yourself then?"
The ultrasound was fine. The technician may never recover.