A Tale of Two Emerys.

I had a prenatal appointment this morning, but this one was EXTRA! SPECIAL! because I got to drink that sugar-syrup cocktail that tastes like a cup full of liquefied stay-puft marshmallow man (With extra sugar on top!) to make sure I have no signs of gestational diabetes.


BLECH that stuff is gross.

From now on, I will be seeing my midwife every two weeks. Heck-a-moly this baby is really on his way soon, isn't he?

While I was waiting in the waiting room for them to call me back, I read a book and wrote a poem. It was actually quite relaxing and wonderful. After about an hour, a nurse stuck her head out from behind the door and said, "Emery?"

I started to gather up all my stuff and walk over to her, but by the time I got over there she was already talking to another woman from the waiting room. I stood nearby and waited for them to finish talking, but after a moment, I realized that they both were sounding very confused.

That's when I realized that she was asking the other woman questions about her glucose screening test- "had she taken the drink yet?"- to which the woman replied with, "Um... what?"

I stepped in and asked if the nurse thought she was speaking to Emery, because actually, I was Emery. The other woman that the nurse had been talking to turned and looked at me and exclaimed, "I'm Emery too!"

THERE WERE TWO EMERYS IN THE SAME ROOM.

{Then the universe exploded.}

Isn't that craaaaaazy? We were all "woah!"

And the nurse was all, "Woah!"

And the people in the waiting room were all, "WOAH!!"

Then I had to go get blood sucked out of my arm.

The end.