Gunners

We went to have the baby scan today.

Our appointment was 10am. As usual, we woke up an hour before the appointment, thinking that we merely needed 30mins to prepare ourselves to get out of the house and another 30mins for travel. We eventually reached the clinic at 1015am. I brought along a book to read, just in case I had to wait for my wife outside of the consultation room. It was titled “The On-Time On-Target Manager”. (Yes, I have not completed the book yet, since about 2 months back.)

I didn’t need to wait outside of the consultation room. The doctor asked me in, and she began the “5th month” scan. The first thing she told us was that the butt of the kid was facing us. Ha! Talk about respect. Then, she started orientating us the scan of the baby’s parts. After about 20mins or so, she concluded that the baby was healthy and developing well. A sigh of relief.

The doctor asked if we had any preference of gender. We said no. She then revealed the little gun staring at our faces and told us that the baby is a boy.

To my wife’s relief, she revealed that she wasn’t concerned now if the baby has my small eyes. She said appearance is more important for a girl than a guy. What a way to say that I am ugly. Hmm…

I had told my friends that if I had gotten a boy, I would play soccer with him. If I had gotten a girl, I would train her to be a heart breaker. Now, I need to get him a Gunner's soccer jersey.