I went in for a routine exam near the end of the pregnancy and found myself sitting "in the position" for much longer than normal. The office was busy, people were literally jogging down the halls. It was summer and a lot of babies were on the way. The previous winter had been pretty rough, leaving lots of time for indoor activities ...
Once the assisting nurse returned with the requested obstetric torture device, the exam resumed its normal pace. Scratchy paper gown askew, spotlight just behind my midwife's head, blinking overhead fluorescent bulbs for ambiance. We talked about the weather, our husbands and kids while swabs and slides were passed from one nurse to another.
You can imagine my surprise when out of all of this excitement I hear, "What smells so ... GOOD?".
It was my midwife, face to face with my baby delivery system.
"Seriously, what smells like cotton candy?". She sounded almost upset, which caused the assisting nurse to fumble a bit.
I managed to squeak, "Um ... my new lotion?" before we all busted up laughing. My poor midwife realized too late that she had been speaking directly to my birth canal and had to roll backwards on her wee black stool to compose herself.
A few weeks later when we met at the hospital for the birth of my son, I held up my lotion with a wink and said, "I got what you need. Let's do this!"