I'm going to the clinic and I'm gonna get cli-i-i-ippedI can't help but deliriously hum this retarded lyric to the tune of "going to the chapel..." this morning as I await my date with Dr. Pat, the anesthesiologist. Only two hours and counting 'til I make my great escape to the hospital for my tubal.
Let's hope it all goes smoothly and no one's bikini line gets marred.
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Hey Rachel!
ReplyDeleteHow did it go? That explains why I didn't see you at the park on friday...I didn't realize you had it scheduled already. This one better take, or I'm with Charles and you might just be "meant" to have another one =)