"ARE YOU SURE?"

Watching the detailed scan at the gyni was an experience few words can aptly describe.
Our gyni scanned & showed us all the parts of our baby. I mean it, every part. Her scanner went through all possible angles to capture what she needed to confirm about the general health & condition of our baby.
She showed us the baby's hands, fingers, arm bones, face with orbits (eyes) & lips (he even yawned at one point), brain circumference & diameter (left & right brain), spine, chest, heart (and its 4 ventricles), stomach, liver, buttocks, thigh bone, feet, toes.....and ultimately coming to the nether regions.

"Ahhh....can you see that? I can see the sex of the baybeeee.....", drolled the gyni teasingly.
Oh really? Pray tell.
"See it?" Now she moves her scanner & magnifies a ....well, little prick on the screen, while proudly declaring: "It's a boy."
I could only manage a feeble & wary - "ARE YOU SURE?"
"Oh...Daddy sounds disappointed!?!", the gyni said to Hazel.
Hazel comes to my defence: "No lah, he is not disappointed."
My "ARE YOU SURE?" was not that I did not believe the Great Gyni. I believed her. I just wanted to be doubly sure. I have heard a few stories about wrong interpretations of the baby's sex.
As if to stem any more of my Doubting Thomas' inclinations, the gyni promptly typed out "Boy" on the screen, with an arrow pointing straight at the little prick, and printed out a photograph. "See? There's the scrotum. Let me magnify that for you." Oooooooookay Jose, I got you.
It was like Sec 4 Human & Social Biology all over again, for which I got an A1 incidentally.


Was I happy? I was.
Was I ridiculously delirious? Nope.
Did I expect it? Kinda.
Would I be disappointed if otherwise? Naah.
Hazel & me are just happy that we are having a boy. Just happy.