This is gross, I don't want to even admit it but...
at my 24 week appointment today I had little C-man with me. Really, No problem. He's been there before along side me.
Just after the nurse took my weight she handed me the little cup...you know...to pee in. No problem, I (we) have done this before. In we go. Turn on the light, lock the door. All set, with little C-man right beside holding his little truck. Little. Little enough it can go many places and get lost or stuck.
Just about to take on my task, C's little hand snuck to the toilet. Plop. No, I though. No. Yup, the little blue trunk now sinking to the bottom of the toilet. What is one to do? Well, without time to think, in MY HAND went. Yup, in the nasty toilet...that is ever so white and clean looking...YUCK! But, only to push this little truck back farther! I was calm. Desperate to the the truck out. Out my hand came. I could still see the front tip of the truck.
(by this time, C is playing with the toilet paper and heaven knows what my nurse was thinking waiting outside for us.) So, in went MY HAND again. Slowly to retrieve the truck and throw it in the sink. I completed the task. Placed the cup on the shelf but not quite in the turning window yet. Covered the truck, my hands, arms, C's hands, arms with soap. My first thought was this: THROW TRUCK AWAY! But then quickly I remember the nurse seeing C'man with the truck driving it around on the floor while I was being weighted. She would totally wonder where this truck went right? She would remember.
So I quickly worked the soap on that little rig, my hand, arms, C's hands, arms to a lather. Rinsed. Rinsed. Rinsed. Dryed. Done!
Went out the meet the nurse, half-way back to the room remembered, CRAP the cup...just sitting on a shelf in the bathroom with my name on it. I quickly excused myself with Coulter in my arms without explination, to return only seconds later. No problem. We are already halfway done. And the rest of the appt went a whole lot smoother!