The OB, Steve and I had a good laugh today and I can't even remember why it was so funny.
Oh! I know what it was!
Dr. A decided to give me my steroid shots this week (lung development, early delivery, blah, blah, blah). But that meant one today and one roughly 24 hours later. Well...tomorrow is Saturday and the shot is intramuscular (arm or ass...I opted for ass since it can tend to make the arm sore). So who does that leave to administer said injection? LOL!
Notable quotes that made me laugh even harder...
~Me to Steve: Intramuscular means in my rear, honey...and I don't bend that way...which means someone else needs to do it for me. That someone would be you.
~Dr. A to Steve: Do you hunt or shoot?
~Dr. A to both of us: It's ok if you can't, I don't want to cause marital strife.
~Steve to Dr. A: Is there some sort of tranquilizer gun I can use to just shoot her (in the ass) from across the room?
~Dr. A: You really can't miss.
Me: My ass is a big enough target.
~Me to Steve: You're only going to get an opportunity like this ONCE in this lifetime.
~Me to Steve: I knew I should have had you practice giving injections to the horses.
Steve to me: Yeah...they wouldn't hurt as much when they kick me, I bet.
~Dr. A to Steve: The plan is to find the moment when the baby is doing good and the lungs are mature and...bail.
Steve to Dr. A: So induction really isn't an option?
Dr. A to Steve: Well, we could try, but it's a process and there are a lot of uncontrollable variables that come with each process.
Me to Steve: In other words, my freaky uterus is unpredictable and we don't want to chance it.
Dr. A to Steve: Right.
Seriously...all three of us were LAUGHING so hard that Baby Myles was kicking around like, "What the...???"
So yeah, that scream you hear tomorrow around 5pm...that's me being stabbed in the ass with a needle...by Steve, who neither hunts nor shoots. Or maybe it's Steve suffering my wrath after being stabbed in the ass with a needle. Either way, one of us is going to be screaming, I'm sure.