In honour of nurses' week I am going to share with you a story that I will never forget.
Once upon a time I worked in the float pool of the hospital. That means that when I went to work each day I had no idea where I was going to work until I was given my assignment at the beginning of my shift. I traveled from ward to ward, wherever they needed the most help.
One day my travels landed me on a surgical ward. General? Ortho? It doesn't matter. All that matters is that I was visibly pregnant and my patient was a young man who still lived at home and worked on the family farm.
At one point in my shift, right before I was about to step into his room with the BP machine to take another set of vital signs, a nurses' aide stopped me in the hallway and asked me about my pregnancy. She asked the usual questions: how are you feeling, any cravings, blah blah blah and then she asked how far along I was. I was not as far along as she guessed by looking at my growing belly. She then started to go on and on about how big I was and even had the nerve to ask me how much I weighed! I tried to extricate myself from the situation as quickly as I could. I walked up to my patient's bedside. He had overheard the conversation in the hallway and could see that I was a little flustered.
He told me not to worry. Cows show early and get big quickly when they are pregnant too.
I am pretty sure that young man didn't have a girlfriend.