Day 137 - Mother

After we came out of the hospital following the scan, K___ immediately got on the phone to her mother. As we walked along the perimeter of the hospital grounds, K___ relayed the key detail, 'It's a baby girl!'

After a couple of seconds, she turned to me and said, 'She's crying...' I am still slightly perplexed by this reaction. I mean, she had a 50% chance of guessing correctly... It can't have been that much of a shock!

Would she have cried anyway? Would she still have cried if it were a boy? Either it's a much bigger deal for most people about which flavour you have and I'm the odd one for not being particularly bothered either way or K___'s mum was just happy because she knew that K___ did have a preference and she got her wish. This is probably the correct version.

Anyway, after they'd talked a bit more, they hung up and we went into town. Whilst we were there, I gave my mother a ring to see if we could pop in but it wasn't convenient. They had a thousand and one things to do so I just said we'd been for the scan and everything was okay. Ma was pleased with this and was glad she'd been kept in the loop, but without the flavour information, the news is a lot less exciting. However that's their choice. It's all rather silly, because they're going to realise. There's no way it can stay a secret. In fact, it's actively annoying because now we're going to have to try and remember to say gender-neutral pronouns all the times and that'll be a complete 'mare.

In the evening, K___'s mum phoned back. Whereas she'd been so enthused earlier she was now cautioning K___ not to get too excited. They can, she said, get it wrong. This is true. They can get it wrong and they are at pains to tell you it's not 100% guaranteed but we saw three parallel lines on the screen and Dan Dan, Operator Man said they were labia. That's good enough to convince us!

We wondered whether K___'s mum had spoken to someone else who had then punctured her ebullience, and she in turn punctured K___'s.

Parent's eh? Bloody rubbish.

At least we know that we're going to be practically perfect in every way...