Introducing the satsuma!!! We have a feeling it's a boy because he's in a reclining position remarkably similar to Mr T after a big meal. Like father like son. He was asleep so I had to shimmy abit to get him to entertain us. He waved, stretched his legs, and then promptly nodded off again. Abit like my dad in front of the telly on Sunday afternoons.
The ultrasound was at two, which meant we would see the doctor as soon as she finished her lunch. For the first ultrasound we waited for almost 3 hours which was nice. Nibbling on waterbiscuits whilst fantasizing about chicken korma. This time around though, the doctor, a very nice Portuguese lady but with abit of a shouty voice, told us that we would be the first on her list.
Right after her lunch. And the sudden emergency/extra pudding she had to attend to afterwards. So it was 1 hour and 45 minutes before we saw her assistant pop her head out the door and say the magic words "Khairooooooon Begoooooom!". The tell-tale sign that your name won't be pronounced correctly in a waiting room is the momentary pause beforehand as they look down at their clipboard. And then it's called out like numbers in a bingo hall. And then everyone stares at the girl with the name that sounds like a Sudanese dish. Forget the fact that I've lived in Portugal for nearly 5 years. Waiting rooms make it feel a hell of a lot longer.
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Oh me gosh! Incredible. It's weird trying to imagine this little bobbly blur as a little Khazza-Tonio hybrid.
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