Three women were in the waiting room of a gynecologist, and each of them was knitting a sweater for their baby-to-be.
The first one stopped and took a pill.
“What was that?” The others asked her.
“Oh, it was Vitamin C. I want my baby to be healthy.”
A few minutes later, another woman took a pill.
“What was that?” the others asked.
“Oh, it was iron. I want my baby to be big and strong.”
They continued knitting.
Finally the third woman took a pill.
“What was that?” the others asked her.
“Thalidomide,” she said, “I just can’t get the arms right on this fucking sweater.”
