Dr. R: "I'm really looking forward to making spaghetti and meatballs for dinner tonight."
Dr. C: "Me too. Oh, by the way, I think I might be pregnant."
Dr. R. "Well, I guess you should take a pregnancy test."
A quick trip to the grocery store followed. Did anyone sense our irritation in check-out line as we not-so-patiently waited while the woman in front of us in the checkout line insisted on going back into the store to retrieve a forgotten gallon of milk? Perhaps. Did I feel as embarrassed about buying a home pregnancy test as a pre-teen buying tampons? Absolutely.
We couldn't get out of the store fast enough. Back to the studio, me into the studio bathroom. I knew I had to pee, but why couldn't I at that moment? Finally. And then, the wait. Looking for two pink lines, I only see one. Oh, that's the control (every good experiment has a control). I burst out of the bathroom.
Dr. C: "Well, there is only one line so I guess I'm not pregnant."
Dr. R: "Really, let me see."
Dr. C: taking a second look "Wait, there is a second line."
Dr. R: "Really? Are you sure."
Dr. C: "Take a look."
Dr. R: "Whoa, that looks positive to me. It looks like we're having a baby.
Dr. C: The false positive rate is > 99%.
Hugs and Kisses
Dr. R: "Did you know a home pregnancy test is really just an ELISA test on paper?"
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