Saturday came and went in a rush (I say this because I was practically 30 minutes late for all appointments starting from mom’s place to the gynae to a kid’s 1-yo party) and I felt bad I had to disappoint all incoming whatsapp, emails, questions relating to gender issues in the past 2 days.
I supposed I over-anticipated (the gynae told me that seeing now was actually going to be a bonus, and I’m pretty sure this wasn’t disclaimed previously), got everyone excited about the outcome and subsequently fell flat in my face for an answer – baby chungkin definitely taught mama a lesson that if there’s someone else more stubborn in the family, it was definitely baby. And this was despite a little chat I had with the bun to cooperate earlier that morning. Gaah.
[p/s: I also almost mistaken the umbilical cord as the penis which nearly worried the husband because he said a bird of that size was considerably large for the week of gestation we were in. Ha ha]
And now apart from waiting another 3 weeks for the gender reveal; all that I can pray & hope is that the detailed scan (at 20 wks) will go absolutely fine because my gynae kept telling me that if I didn’t want to proceed with further invasive tests for my thalassemia diagnosis, he would then keep a look out during the detailed scan to see if there was any [big gulp] abnormalities with the growth. 🙁 I was actually hoping for a more optimistic response from him.
As a mom-to-be, who doesn’t want the best for her own little size-of-a-papaya fetus? Be strong little one, I have faith in you and God.