A couple of couples

I had to go to the doctor yesterday. Sounds simple enough. I walk in to the OB/GYN's office and they tell me to go to the waiting room down the hall. As I enter the waiting room, which is usually sparse, I am faced with a situation straight from high school. Remember when you were in high school and needed to find a seat in the already full cafeteria? You pan around looking for a friend or an empty bunch of seats and in that span of time, you know everyone is looking at you...judging you. OK so back to the waiting room. I look around in the sea of happy couples. They are all looking at their ultrasound pictures and pointing out minute details. Some are laughing. Some are crying. As I find one of 3 empty seats, I notice something. I am the ONLY "singleton" woman here. There was a beautiful African American woman who was sitting alone, but she was soon joined by her boyfriend/husband who was in the bathroom. The wait seemed like forever and there was little to amuse myself with other than baby and parenting magazines. As I sat there, a short, thin, dark-haired "singleton" walked in. Hooray! She was on her cell phone (loudly) so I can't help but listen. She is leaving a message for someone and states that her name is Funkyco.....the same as mine. How coincidental. This should be interesting when the nurse calls our name. So the time finally arrives. The nurse steps out into the sea of couples and says "FunkyCo????" We both stand up. The other Funkyco has the nerve to give ME the stink-eye, as if I am an impostor. The nurse looks at me and says "No, not you." Rejected, I must now face the couples in all of their bliss...again. I don't fit in anywhere and it is painfully obvious. Maybe I AM an impostor.......