"Gynecologist," Daniel said automatically. He tossed that suggestion off the table, because of all the other responsibilities and procedures that came with the occupation.

She was right, as much as he wished this over in under thirty minutes, it wasn't going to happen. It wasn't that bad. Everyone had these functions, Daniel told himself. He could do the equivalent of turning around and hopefully not die of embarrassment. He'd been so focused on getting thrown out of his body and into Vala's, a woman he'd been both thinking about a lot and trying not to think about, in more ways than one (and failing, apparently), that he hadn't thought about the more mundane functions, as in everything else he took for granted. Besides Vala had been through more of a public spectacle, so it was on him to get over it. Giving birth, something that looked excruciating as it was with unknown people staring at you?

It kind of put things into perspective. Just a little. There wasn't, as Daniel found, much of a decision. "Can we just get it over with then? Quickly?"

I'll be in my 'room', let me know when you're done, Daniel thought desperately. The hastily constructed, only once or twice tested mental room which probably wasn't that great.