I was looking around the class today (you know to keep myself from falling asleep and embarrass myself by doing one of those scary neck bobbles) and I noticed that there was a pregnant chick in my class. At first I thought she was one of the many girls in my class putting on the blubber, but at a second glance I realised she had something growing in her stomach… OK, OK, I know that babies don’t grow inside your stomach nor do they come out the ass, but that’s besides the point. Anyway, I was actually a little amazed at the fact that she was carrying on with the semester even though it looked like her water was going to break right then and there. I honestly wouldn’t know what to do if I saw a pregnant chick wet her pants in anticipation for a baby to come out of her hoo hoo. Come on people – I’m only a first year medical student!
OK, what was the point of my story again? Oh right, I’m just glad I’m a dude and don’t have to go through the process of getting knocked up (well that part would be fun) and carrying a person inside of me for 9 months and have it come out of, from what I’ve been told, a chute the size of a pea. No thank you! On top of being preggo, this girl… well not a girl anymore… has to endure the self-torture that is medical school. She must not be from this world. Then again she might not be pregnant at all… I’m obviously not a doctor yet so it’s really hard for me to tell whether a girl is pregnant or just a little overweight! One thing’s for sure – I’m not about to ask her if she’s pregnant when she could very well be just obese.