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The doctor once pointed out my stool to me in the ultrasound, and I don't mean the kind with wheels. I was so embarrassed. Hey, some things are still private!


I asked my doc during an ultrasound once what something on the screen was, and he said, "Oh, it's just gas."

Took everything in me not to fart and chuckle at the same time.

Brooklyn Girl

Alas. There really are no secrets.


Blech, the waiting! Sounds like your RE is just a little too amused by the ultrasound follies. No pun intended.

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