Guess the gender of my baby
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I have no words to describe my love, gratefulness, admiration to my luvs and my mom for being with me during the hard time I was going through. When they were at the work, they used every single free moment to contact me saying how much they love me, encouraging me and comforting me. At home, they were cuddling my tummy, kissing my baby and expressing their love to it and me. My Prince had tears in his eyes every time he kissed our baby and me. I knew it pained him even to imagine that I might lose the baby. I think he wouldn’t survive it. Me neither. Being in his and Ivy’s arms made me feel secured, loved and comforted, but my mom’s hugs, kisses and nursing were something very special. She was relentless in nursing me. I will give my best that my baby will feel the same as my mom cares for me. I couldn’t eat for days although I was hungry. Whatever I ate I threw up. I’m skinnier now but my tummy is bigger because baby grew few inches. Anyway, I will tell you now about my visit to the doctor today and ultra sound. Our parents and Fran were with my luvs in the waiting room.
When the doctor scanned me, she said that baby is developing very well and it is healthy. All life functions works properly and there are no anomalies. She asked me if I want to know about baby’s gender. I confirmed I do and she told me. After the scan, I came to the waiting room and I decided to tease my family. I told them that all is fine with the baby and:
- Sorry, the doctor could not see its gender because the baby wasn’t in right position. I have to come again, next Friday.
They were disappointed. I looked at my Prince, hugged and kissed him and said: I’m carrying …….. (Excitedly) – A baby boy. A little you!!!.
Oh my dear god …. You should see their faces ….. They all cheered and my dad, who is *traditional man in this matter, howled like wolf, performed happy dancing and clapped hands. (*having male firstborn is our country many people sees as the sign of blessing and boy’s parents, especially father is much honored). Everyone congratulated me. My dad grabbed my Prince and me very firmly, hugged us and thanked us for giving him a grandson kissing us numerous times. My Prince? He was happy that child is healthy and alive. Baby’s gender isn’t important to him. I showed them the picture and none of them could figure out how the doctor saw baby’s gender. Everything looked like some encrypted map. When my dad said: “I don’t see his tool, but I hope he’ll have a big one, just like my son”, my mother slapped his butt hard. We all laughed.
Going to the bar to celebrate the news we had a great time in the car. My Prince and Ivy cuddled my tummy kissing me constantly on the back seat of the car while Fran was driving. He couldn’t resist not to tease my Prince. He said to him:
- Say, …… what would you do if your son will be like me?
Prince: You mean …. Ugly?
Fran (laughingly): Noooooo …. you know what I mean.
My Prince made me very proud answering to him:
- I will always love my son regardless his sexual orientation, political, ideological or religious view. I want to be a father to him as my father was to me; forgiving, compassionate, understanding and always there when I needed him. He was my best friend.
My Fran complimented his answer and then my Prince made us laugh very hard when he said to him:
- But ….. I have a word for you, Fran. Don’t you dare to encourage him to be a gay. If he wants to be a gay, it must be by his own choice made by his free will. In that case, Fran, you can be his mentor and teach him about being a gay, but if he likes girls, don’t indoctrinate him for I’m gonna hang you for your balls on the top of the villa and let seagulls have feast on you.
We didn’t stay long in the bar. Everyone made a toast and expressed their blessings and wishes to our baby boy. After that, we returned home. My luvs went to the Hotel for they had obligations and I wrote this diary so you may know that I’m carrying little Witcher in my womb. Wish you great weekend folks.