If you understand Bahasa Melayu, you have probably read my post before which was an attempt for me to write fully in my mother tongue after a long, long time of not WRITING properly. I love it, but it did take a longer time for me to actually express my thought, so I am back to writing in English, as imperfect as it is.
We went to my O&G yesterday for the usual monthly check up. To be honest, I was quite excited – the little one inside me has started moving rigorously since 31 August (Yes, I remember the exact date, to which my husband was surprised) and I’m keen to see him/her.
Of course, at nearly 19 weeks, the additional reason why I was quite thrilled is because we should be able to see the gender by now.
Whenever people asked me of my preference on the gender, I will firmly say I’d prefer another boy. That goes against what people would expect – don’t you like to have a pair – a boy and a girl? I have explained this to some friends of mine, and also my husband – I truly have no idea how to raise a daughter. I have a lot of people I can look up to on how to raise a son but I can only wish I know the kind of principles I should hold on to in raising girls.
After a quick chat and basic exam, the doctor asked me to be ready for the ultrasound scan. He asked me whether I’d like to know the gender, to which I said yes, and he started doing what he needed to do. He asked me of my gender preference, I told him I would like another boy, joking along the way that I would save my money from spending on clothes, to which he agreed.
View after view – thus far of which I could decipher where is the eye, spine, heart etc.. (we even saw the little one rotating quite rigorously in there – you little sportperson!) until he stopped at a view which was incomprehensible to me, and examining it for a longer while.
“It’s a girl.”
I laughed. Really?
“Just imagine someone sitting on a chair, and you are looking at the person from below the chair. Here are the legs the thighs.If it is a boy, you could see clearly something in between these legs, but you can see nothing. It is a girl.”
I laughed again.
“Is it,like, confirmed, or still 50-50?”
“It is a girl.” He said confidently. And re-explained.
So yes my dear friends, I am carrying a baby girl in my belly, all Praise be to Allah, one who knows what I need and what I am capable of.
p.s. My sister, who was deceived by such ultrasound during her first pregnancy warned me that the doctor could still be wrong!