On the 11th of June, I woke up early and slipped some sweatpants and a tank top on. Over top, I threw my Nirvana hoodie and finished the look with some converse.
It was very early in the morning, much too early for a pregnant girl. I was glad I didn't have work later.
Before leaving my small town to go into the city, my father pulled over at a gas station and bought me a sandwich and some water to keep satisfied for the hour long drive. Because I was having an ultrasound, I was told to not drink anything with caffeine and to drink two whole bottles of water (eiyhiut using the washroom) before my screening.
It was agony.
By 10:00am, we were in the city, parked at the medical building. After finding change for the parking meter and checking into the office, we were told to wait for my turn. I wiggled around in the chair, trying to not pee myself.
By the time I was called in, I felt as though I was about to explode, but I managed to hold it and soon forgot about it as I remembered that today I would find out the gender.
The ultrasound was rough. The technician was an older lady, who appeared to be around 50 years old. She didn't smile and got straight to business, and besides that, she was rough! The small wand dug into my bloated abdomen and she pressed it so hard that my eyes began to tear up and I bit my lip to keep from cryjng out.
She spent about 15 to 20 minutes digging around and checking the baby.
"Uhm..." I cleared my throat. "I was told to mention beforehand that I'd like photos...are they possible?" I was excited to show Alex because he couldn't make it.
"The printers are down. So I can't print any out. Sorry."
Tears sprang into my eyes. No baby photos? But I needed to show Alex.
"Oh...okay." I bit my lip.
"So you'd like to know the gender?" The woman finally said after what seemed like forever of silence and uncomfortable pressing.
"Yeah, I would."
"Well I can't get a good enough photo of the baby, it's moving around way too much in there. Go use the washroom and I'll see if I can get a clear image after."
I pulled my shirt over my small belly and wandered around until I found a bathroom, then proceeded to do my business.
Once I had finished and washed my hands, I found my way back to the small room. My shirt came back up and my pants were brought low on my hips, then a small towel was shoved under pant line before the warm goo was splattered on my stomach.
The pressing was painful but I hung on through it, hoping that I'd get to see what my little baby was.
"Well. I have good news and bad news."
My heart leap.
"Good news is, I'm pretty sure you're having a girl. Bad news is, I'm not 100% sure if I'm correct, as there is a small piece of skin on her that could possibly either be a larger labia or a small scrotum. I can't get a clear enough image of baby at the moment because it won't hold still. But I do believe 97% that you're having a girl."
I smiled a little. I knew it! But part of me was sad. I knew it was gonna be a girl, but part of me hoped for a boy.
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The rest of the day I spent walking around the city, shopping for clothes for myself, and to celebrate, some little hats I thought would be well suited for a girl.
By the end of the day, I was tired, sore and just wanted to go home. We stopped by Pizza Hut and got a pizza and wings before leaving to go back home.
(A.N: I'll try to do more updating more often, ugh.)
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