pregnancy report #3Posted: December 12, 2012
big day yesterday. very big day.
first, i survived *and* passed my oral glucose tolerance test, so yay to me! (for those not in the know, the ogtt entailed three, three!!, blood extractions, and needles and i, let’s just say we’re not very good friends.)
second, i had an abdominal ultrasound. the sonologist squirted cold gel onto my tummy, laid the transducer on it and with absolutely no warning, matter-of-factly announced that there was a penis-and-scrotum combo inside me. my brain immediately went into shock.
i was going to be the mother of a boy. a boy! i know nothing about raising boys! AND WHAT ABOUT THOSE CUTE LITTLE DRESSES AND SHOES THAT I WILL NEVER GET TO BUY?! WAAAIL!!!
soon, alvin was in the room wailing right along with me. whenever we spoke about having and raising a child, the one constant thing was that that child was a daughter; we didn’t worry about our child getting someone pregnant, our scenario was how to handle our make-believe daughter’s teenage pregnancy. (*not* by having her marry whoever got her pregnant, in case you’re interested.)
after a while, the wailing in our heads subsided enough for the image on the ultrasound screen to sink in: there was our son, contentedly sucking on his left hand, penis straight up in the, um, amniotic fluid.
it was surreal, both the image and the fact that the tableau was somehow happening inside me.
after we’ve been handed our session’s official report and a thermal paper copy of our child’s crotch, alvin and i got ourselves each a can of coke (we badly needed the sugar.) and numbly walked up and down the hospital halls. once in a while, we looked at each other, shook our heads and said in wonder, ‘a boy. we’re going to have a boy. imagine that.’
when the sugar finally hit and we had enough energy to dial, we decided to let family members in on the news. naturally, the first person i called was a-ko.
me: a-kochami! ang anak ko ay…boy! (i’m going to have a…boy!)
a-ko: boy ‘no! haha! sabi ko na nga boy e! (a boy! haha! i knew it was going to be a boy!)
me: ha? pano mo alam? (how did you know?)
a-ko: kasi hindi ka masyadong blooming e! haha! (because you’re not ‘blooming’! haha!)
honesty like that, you only get from the person who raised you.
friends assure me that i was getting the better deal. i would save a lot of money, one pointed out, because there wouldn’t be a lot of cute clothes to buy. boys are low maintenance, numerous people said, they practically raise themselves. just give him something to break and he’ll be happy.
my favorite though, was what a good friend said in an attempt, i assume, to raise my spirits: boys are easy! they don’t have to smell good or be clean all the time!
i admit i’m still trying to wrap my head around the idea of giving birth to and raising a son, but i think of his father, who is one of the sweetest, kindest, most patient and most wonderful person i know, and i am certain having another alvin in this world can only be a good thing.