Approaching the end of Week 39 in our pregnancy, this morning we went for our weekly visit to the OB. Like any medical office, music could be heard softly emanating from the speakers in the ceiling. You know the deal...they find the most non-offensive station on the dial and let it fade into the background.
The universe is a funny place. Sometimes the pieces align just right and, if you're lucky, you get to peer behind the curtain to catch a glimpse of something miraculous. Other times, those same pieces create a view that's more akin to a cosmic joke-of-the-day. Today was the latter.
Maybe it's because I used to work in radio, but I just can't help noticing music that's meant to blend in. Which brings me back to this morning's OB appointment. As the nurse practitioner determined how far my wife had dilated since last week, I took pause, raised an eyebrow, and chuckled inwardly as I realized what song was quietly drifting from the ceiling. I didn't say a word. I decided to put it in my pocket and save it for later.
This evening, I asked my wife if she could recall what song was playing as she was being examined this morning. She sighed through a "Yeah, I think I do."
It seems that she noticed, too.
"What was it?," I asked with a knowing smile.
Dryly she answered, "Let's Get It On."
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