Oh, sorry! Okay, here it is:
Lois closed her mouth, once she realized she'd been openly gaping
at the woman, and took a deep breath, pulling herself together
long enough to get one thing straight.
"Where did you get your medical license? Ronald McDonald
University? Listen lady... I cannot possibly be pregnant. I
haven't had sex in... a *long* time," she said, her cheeks burning.
"Who does this woman think she *is*?" Lois thought angrily,
seething at all of this, finding this woman's stupidity a
complete inconvenience for her. She had better things she could
be doing.
"I promise you. I am right. I mean, look at the facts. You
haven't been eating any differently than you normally do you
said. You said maybe you had even been eating less than normal.
But you've gained weight."
"Or *you* have a faulty scale. I said that before and I'll say
it again!"
"And you have been nauseous and today you got sick. You can
expect more of that, by the way, for the next couple of months."
Lois tried to keep herself in check. But then she burst.
"You're nuts!" She felt like she had just stepped through the
looking-glass.
"I have been at this a long time. Long enough to have possibly
informed your mother that she was pregnant with you. And I have
never... been... wrong," she said, proudly.
"Well, doc, you're wrong today," Lois said. When the doctor
didn't look convinced, Lois sat forward. "I honestly have not
had sex in almost two years," she said, in a hushed voice,
blushing all over because of the nature of the conversation.
Happy guessing!
Ann
