At this point in my pregnancy, I go to the doc once a month. During that appointment, I get my finger pricked, give a urine sample, have my blood pressure taken, and see the doc who listens to the babe's heartbeat and measures me.
Sam went with me on Friday.
He's not a fan of the finger prick OR the blood pressure. During both, he shook his head "no" and looked very concerned as I assured him it didn't hurt and that the cuff was like a big bracelet.
Since I had him by myself, he went with me to gather the urine sample. They've got a handicap bathroom that's large enough for strollers...so that's where we went.
Upon entry, Sam noticed the stacks of "sample cups." He pointed and, with much excitement, said "cuh, cuh, cuh" (translated cup, cup, cup). I told him I'd get one of his cups in a minute.
After I had, ahem, collected the sample, he pointed and said "juuu, juuu" with this cute little expectant face.
So I let him taste a little bit.