Monday was a local friend's birthday and we all went out to eat lunch at our favourite restaurant. I was sitting inside the corner shop, chatting with the shop keeper and waiting on my ride. This shop keeper is the most gregarious and expressive woman I've met in a tightly wrapped head scarf. We talk often, as it's my go-to spot, in walking distance, for some of the basics. This was the conversation on Monday:
Shop keeper: "Have you had another sonogram?"
Me: "No"
Shop keeper: "And they said you were having a boy?"
Me: "Yes"
Shop keeper: "They are wrong."
Me: "Really, how do you know?"
Shop keeper: "Well you've just gotten a little bit fat. And it's not so much in your belly. It is in your backside. And if you get a big backside, you're having a girl."
Me: (long pause, searching for a culturally appropriate response, yet feeling slightly offended). "Oh, now I'm bummed/sad/discouraged (otherwise emotionally ambiguous)."
Shopkeeper: "Don't be sad. You wanted a girl right, to play with Elli? Your backside will get smaller after the baby comes."
Oh the possible conversations in a day! You know I had to ask my friends over lunch if it was true. We concluded that under at least 4 layers, how can we really tell?
3 comments:
I love it!!! You made my day. Guess it wouldn't hurt to have a boy's and girl's name ready. :-)
If that baby comes out a girl, it will seal the deal as the most "surprise!" baby. :) We are excited either way!
This is my first pregnancy to not be surrounded by refugees and hearing an almost daily litany of joyous "You so fat, fat! You be havin' baby girl." What an esteem booster. :)
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