For those who want to look their best down below during labour -
The Facecloth
This has to be read, laughed at and passed on. There is not a woman
alive today who won't crack up over this!
I was due for a cancer smear with the doctor later in the week.
Early one morning, I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me
that I had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30 am. I had only just
packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45
am.
The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn't have any time
to spare.
As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when
making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to make the
full effort.
So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pyjamas, wet the facecloth that was
sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in that area to
make sure I was at least presentable.
I threw the facecloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped
in the car and raced to my appointment.
I was in the waiting room for only a few minutes when I was called in.
Knowing the procedure, as I'm sure you do, I hopped up on the table,
looked over at the other side of the room and pretended that I was in
Paris or some other place a million miles away.
I was a little surprised when the doctor said, 'My, we have made an
extra effort this morning, haven't we?'
I didn't respond.
After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest
of the day was normal - some shopping, cleaning, & cooking.
After school when my 7 year old daughter was playing, she called out
from the bathroom, 'Mummy, where's my facecloth?'
I told her to get another one from the cupboard.
She replied, 'No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all
my glitter saved inside it.'
NEVER going back to that doctor, ever!!
this pasted from the only joking board (cos am too thick to do a link)