Okay: so, truth be told, we knew we were having a boy. Not only did the Chinese birth chart confirm it (wahh-wahhhh), but upon going to our first ultrasound at 12 turned 14 weeks, the following happened:
*Apparently I was having a contraction during the ultrasound – did you know that women have contractions throughout their pregnancy, but only feel them near the end? Who knew.
*Because of said contraction, the ultrasound tech instructed us to start dancing so that we could wake up the baby. [The contraction creates an even further cave-like area, making baby fall asleep, so the little bugger wouldn’t wake up for anything.] Literally. She left the room, and we subsequently started dancing to the beat of our own drum (and to the non-existent music in our heads) for the next 10 minutes.
*Upon coming back into the room, we finished our boogying and she went to work. She got SO excited upon seeing his little man parts that she just burst out, “it’s a boy! See?!” to which we looked at each other in both horror and glee. Are we really allowed to know at only 12 weeks? Um, aren’t we supposed to give her permission or something?
*It was then that she also came to her senses and realized what she’d done – and swore us to secrecy, at least to the doctor who’d be strolling into the room a few minutes later. She told us that even though most ultrasound techs are able to see the gender at that first ultrasound, they’re not supposed to tell the parent(s), because people will still gender select and terminate the pregnancy. [And this was in the city – San Francisco – how sad…]
*But (but, but, but), since she saw us dancing, she knew we were safe and wouldn’t terminate the pregnancy.
So, what then do we say to that? Dance like nobody’s watching? Dancers are athletes of God? (Einstein). I’ll end with Nietzche’s quote: “I would believe only in a god that knows how to dance.” Well Friedrich, I’d like to think that He does.0