Just in time for my afternoon appointment with Dr. Grimm. Truthfully, I thought my last appointment with Dr. Grimm would be my last. But as I headed back to Lalaland, I decided I wanted to personally tell the kind man that I no longer need his services. His waiting room is packed with pretty princesses with baby bumps, cheerfully exchanging pregnancy stories and baby names and comparing answers to that stupid motherhood quiz. Thank goodness, Dr. Grimm is able to see me right away. “Well, well, well, my dear. How did you do with the herbs and birthing stones?” “Um, good,” I mutter. I’m not going to tell him that I threw them away. “Excellent,” he beams. “Let’s do a pea test.” A pea test? I thought that was a princess test for baby girls. Maybe it’s also some kind of genetic test. Mystified, I await twenty elves to parade through the door, each schlepping a mattress and a featherbed.
