Indeed, troubles come in threes.

I quickly cleaned myself with the tissue on the table, adjusted my dress, and my hair.

Luckily, I had my body mist in my purse. So, I hastily grabbed it and gave myself a quick spritz while the doctor adjusted his clothes, too.

We did a final double check, and I composed myself to look like I was waiting for the doctor before I gestured for him to open up.

From the doctor's expression, I could tell that he was rehearsing the words he'd use to explain the situation to my husband.

You don't have to bother, I thought.

He took a deep breath, with...