::phew::
BC is feeling under the weather today and is home from school. my work from home today is punctuated by a slew of doctors’ visits. BC has been joining me for each one. one was a visit to the gynecologist (I’m OKAY!) to check out some pain i am having in my lower abdomen. most likely, these are caused by, you guessed it, muscles loosened by that wonder drug, prednisone. but just to be safe, the gyn is doing a sonogram of my abdomen.
the staff all fawned over BC, which she lurved. she had fun playing with the stirrups while we waited for the doctor (who was 1.25 hours behind schedule, i would add) to arrive. i saw her peeking up on the wall, where there was a poster with female internal organs (shall we say) for all the world to see. i was waiting for the inevitable questions to happen. they didn’t. but in the end, the word “sonogram” stuck in our collective heads.
so we’re driving home and talking about the visit. we’re so late that we also laugh at the fact that we will have to turn right around and go to my physical therapy appointment. “do you have any questions about all of this?” i asked, praying we weren’t going to revisit the poster from the gyn’s wall.
“yes, i do, mama.”
“what?”
“is it a boy or a girl?” she asked.
“WHAT???” i nearly drove off the road. “i mean, what do you mean, honey?” i asked, gulping.
“your next doctor at PT – is it a boy or a girl?” she asked again.
talk about your saving graces.
