so our OB or detailed scan came and went, last thursday, at eastshore, as per the last time.
the young radiographer asked if i was excited as i climbed on to the bed. i said i was scared.
scared to confirm the gender, that is!
i mean, yeah the doc already more or less gave his opinion four weeks ago that it looked like it’ll be a girl, and then i hear all these stories about how mothers were lulled into thinking they were having a girl for all of nine months then BAM! out comes a boy.
anyway, the scan began, and it was quite nice seeing the little one, live, on screen. the head, the heart, the kidneys, the trunk, etc etc etc… then the part with the cute exposed butt.
“there, can you see the ‘hamburger’?” she said, as she typed in “XX” on the keyboard.
now, if it weren’t for a conversation just a few days before with len about her baby, i would NOT have the slightest clue what the heck a ‘hamburger’ was, other than the very edible (and delicious) mackers kind. as it turns out, it is a well-established singaporean lingo, this word ‘hamburger’, in the obgyn circle, to refer to a baby girl’s vajayjay.
right, a single meat patty in between two buns. how inventive an euphemism. :p
so, phew. now we can tell people with a *little* more certainty of the baby’s gender, as i once again count my incredible luck at beating the odds against repeatedly reproducing the male species.
and once again, i count my blessings at how this body of mine is amazingly capable of performing such a miracle as creating and carrying an entire human being with a rapidly beating heart within.
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