Pardon me?
As some of you may have read, it was a pretty funny experience getting our ultrasound pictures done. We went two previous times and didn't even get to see the doctor because of one thing or another. The third time, we got in. We were moved to the front of the line (of about 60 women) and David was ordered to push against the door because people would keep trying to open it. Really? We thought the doctor was joking. At about time number 6 that the door was opened I yelled, "Shut the door!"...We hadn't found out yet if it was a boy or girl. It was kind of confusing. Our doctor was trying to translate but we were trying to guess.
The doctor went through every body part before even mentioning the gender. We are having a healthy baby!
We saw the crossed little legs.
We saw the fast-beating miniature heart.
We saw the hands moving abruptly.
We saw the head and the eyes.
The doctor said SHE has David's head, but my "look".
Our favorite part was when the doctor assured us that I "had no pennies in the wound." I didn't know I had a wound. I wasn't expecting pennies. What? We both had confused looks on our faces. He repeated. We produced the same baffled look. Glancing toward our doctor, who at first looked at us with the expectation that we understood, repeated, "you have no pennies in your wound"...but said it a little louder than the doctor did. Turning up the volume always works on the foreigners, they thought. Then, almost simultaneously, we got it. It was that "aha" moment that can almost be detected.
He meant "There's no penis in the womb". It seemed like we were in there forever. At the end of the 3 minutes that colored our world pink, we walked out happily and with our heads spinning about what it means to have a baby girl.
By the time we got to the car, David had already cursed the guys she would date, mentioned wedding amounts and college tuition costs and managed to produce our list of "girl names" we had talked about over the last 5 months.
We are both very excited.
Although, hold your horses.
This IS Central Asia.
Nothing here is high-tech.
It could be a boy.
As mentioned, our "little lady" had her legs crossed.
I may have "pennies in my wound" afterall.
We'll see in August, for sure.
But it is pretty fun to ponder and plan in pink.
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