Don't you hate it when you have to give pee samples?
Don't you hate it when the nurse comes into the room and informs you that they aren't able to take care of the semi-permanent procedure you were hoping for today because you are...
...wait for it...
I guarantee there was a serious deer in the headlight look radiating from my face. After picking my jaw up off the floor and poking my eyes back into their sockets I asked the nurse what any mother who is only 7 1/2 weeks removed from giving birth would, "What? ARE YOU SURE?"
Then my mind gets to work. "Will you please check again, because there was already a 'sample' in the door when I opened it, so I took mine back out and wrote my name in BIG letters. Can you please check and make sure you didn't mix them up?"
The nurse says she'll check again and leaves me alone with my thoughts, my eyes welling with tears, my mind in shock.
"Babies are a blessing. I JUST HAD A BABY. My pregnancies are not very forgiving. Newborns are a lot of work, pregnancy is a lot of work. How am I going to do this? Jeremy is going to totally freak out. I'm going to totally freak out!! At least they'll be close. Hey, I'll be done having kids by the time I'm 30. Please let that test be from the wrong sample."
The nurse comes back in and apologizes about 30 times, and I can't keep from cracking up laughing. Mix-ups. Don't you hate it when that happens?