This Might Be a Dirty Joke

My sister Christy and I look particularly dissimilar. I'm 2 inches taller with lighter hair and darker skin. She's the thin sister, while I'm the fat one. She has small feet and hands with thick finger. I have huge feet, hands the size of plates and thin-ish fingers.

After I had my first baby, Christy and my mom convinced me to go to their OB. Christy told me which doctor she liked best and after meeting her, I agreed. Christy had just had a horrific miscarriage and I was pregnant with Nathan. So when I saw Dr. Kline, I reminded her that I was Christy's sister.

Dr. Kline knew exactly who I was talking about, but couldn't believe the relationship. "You mean, your sisters-in-law, right?"

"No," I insisted, "we're sisters. Our maiden name is the same and we're even biologically related."

"Oh," she said with a real lack of conviction. It was like she just couldn't believe it was true.

Fast forward about 9 months. I had just recently had Nathan and Christy was delighted to be pregnant again. It was Christy's first appointment with the pregnancy, which requires an internal exam.

So Christy's chit-chatting with her feet in the stirrups and reminded Dr. Kline that she was my sister. She gave the doctor specific details about my pregnancy that she would remember (yes, I was the dumb-dumb who got pregnant on a cancer medicine, but that's a story for another post).

"Oh," said Dr. Kline as she looked up, "I even recognize the similarities now."

"So that's where we look alike, huh?" Christy joked without ever missing a beat.

Dr. Kline blushed, but she, the nurse and Christy all burst into hysterical laughter.