here's how it all began:
i was in the bathroom for what felt like the 72nd time that day, and was washing my hands before going back to work. the only other person in the bathroom was our building janitor, which i thought nothing of. she's this cute, round, short little woman who doesn't speak very much english, but is so nice and friendly. seeing my burgeoning belly, she asked how far along i was and if i knew what i was having. when i told her that i wouldn't find out for a couple more weeks, she started walking towards me, put my hands down at my side, and proceeded to rub, poke, and push on my belly and chest (okay, not my boobies). this went on for like five minutes. i was waiting for her to start beating her chest and chanting, casting some voodoo spell on my little parasite, when she looked up and said, 'it's going to be a boy.' i smiled, told her i would tell her after my ultrasound, and got the hell out of there. now i avoid her and her belly touching ways now, most often turning and walking in the other direction if i see her. crazy old lady...
if it's true i'm seriously going to have a priest bless my baby. sheesh.
2 comments:
I thought you liked a little latina rub down?I was mistaken.A few more weeks until your ultrasound geeesh that's forever!Mines next week and I'll be 18 1/2 weeks. Your dr probably just doesn't like you.And she'll probably tell you not to come back until your placenta is falling out.
whatever you do don't name him Damion! Or Damon. You don't know how much crap I get for naming my son after the devil! What the crap?! But know that you have had the amazon (midget version) witch doctor give you the once over. . . I hope it doesn't turn out to be a scene from Rosemary's Baby.
Best of luck with all the rest!
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