Bomp Bomp Bomp

We stayed with the husband’s grand-parents last night. There was something wrong with their heater so from the bathroom it sounded like the heart-beat of an unborn child.
As I stood at the sink, toothbrush in-hand I was reminded of all the times I listened to the child in the womb next-door while I waited for the mid-wife to come and measure my belly.
It only just occurred to me that the walls in my doctor’s office are rather thin. I don’t recall over hearing anything but the doppler from neighboring examining rooms while at the office, but just the same, next time I’m there I think I’ll use a 12 inch whisper to discuss birth control options and menstrual cycles and the state of my perenium after child-birth.


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