So I'm with one of my laboring patients today - a lovely, and very chatty, 23 year old girl about to have her 3rd kid. She has her sister, mother, baby-daddy, and babby-daddy's great grandma all in the room. A loud bunch. But an entertaining bunch. They are collectively trying to decide on a first-name for this baby-girl about to enter the world (coming up with some crap-stack-terrible-ideas for names), and then turn to me and say - I like YOUR name! I'm all, well thanks! I think it's a pretty good name!
Then sister asks me - you have any kids???
me - nope
patient - what!? really? how old are you!?
me - 25
patient/sister in unison - whaaaaat you 25 and you aint got kids?
me - nope
baby daddy (shocked) - whaaaat!? dat crazy! when you gonna have dem kids?
me - not for a looooong time (ie never)
baby daddy - you don't wanna be dat old 41year old picken' yo' kid up from kindergarten!
me - that's definitely not the dream. nope.
What a treat - to evoke such a reaction of shock and wonderment out of a group of people of my being 25 years old and nulliparous.
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