by Carol P. Bartlett

Created on: September 17, 2008

I went to the doctor and waited my turn;

The pretty nurse came to the door.

She hoarsely called my name;

With my purse on my shoulder,

It was so heavy; it felt like I had a boulder.

I got up to go.

She stops me in that long hall,

To take my blood pressure and all.

She took me to a brightly lit room,

I put on my gown, and I didn't make a sound.

With my feet up in stir-ups,

It gave me plenty of time to look around.

Then I heard him at the door,

And I looked down at the floor.

He came through the door,

With happiness written all over his face.

He examined me as if he was in a race,

With my gown pulled up, and my underwear down,

They preformed a type two ultrasound.

They put some clear jelly,

All over my belly.

He rubbed a small wand, all over that area.

What do you see, I said?

With a great big grin, that covered his face,

He said Grace it's a pretty little girl with an angelic face.

She wiped the jelly from my belly, and told me to get dressed.

I put on my clothes, and walked out the door.

I took out a check and paid at the window, smiling

I left and didn't look back.

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