Shelagh does a quick exam and confirms that Avril’s baby is a good size and positioned well, which is all great, but I can’t focus on that when Avril casually mentions that her first two babies were 9 and 10 pounds respectively at birth. Shelagh: Even so, we need to keep a close eye on you, just in case! I hope you’re taking it easy?Īvril: I’m fine, I’m just tired. Turner: Why don’t we do an exam - that might make you feel better.īack with Avril, Shelagh tells her that her blood pressure is a bit high, and there’s a little glucose in her urine.Īvril: Eh, Phyllis said it was probably just that the jam jar wasn’t washed out all the way.
Turner: It’s super reliable, so I have to say I doubt that.ĭoublemint: But I know my body: I feel awful, I have all the symptoms. Turner tells Doublemint the good(?) news: she’s not pregnant.ĭoublemint: Look, the test must be wrong.ĭr. And also, if I may say so, you could stand to gain some weight yourself.īack across the clinic, Dr.
Did you read that pamphlet I gave you?Īvril: I’m big-boned, my body is just like this. Lucille: Looks like you’ve gained another couple of pounds… I know it’s hard but we need to work on that. Across the clinic, Lucille talks to her patient for today, a fellow immigrant who I’ll be calling Avril, because her pregnancy is Complicated. Something about poor Doublemint must charm Miss Higgins, because she agrees to bend the rules, sending Doublemint to the waiting area. Miss Higgins: But what if you’re NOT pregnant?ĭoublemint: Look, he did a test, and said it would be ready today, and I really, REALLY need to know. Miss Higgins: You’re supposed to get one when your pregnancy is confirmed.ĭoublemint: That’s what I’m here to do, so that’s a Catch-22, pal. Miss Higgins: Hello, name and co-op card please. Now obviously, this gal, who’s real name is Miss Wrigley, but who I will be calling Doublemint for what I assume are obvious reasons, isn’t going to get past Miss Higgins so easily. Before Phyllis can even finish telling her that he is, but only for referrals, the lady is off, barging through the doors in search of our own Dr. At the clinic, a nervous gal walks through the door like it’s the hardest thing she’s done in a while, and asks if Dr.
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