HUMOR
He Brought His Bullshit to My Ultrasound
While annoying, it was entertaining
“Ok, I’ve got a clear shot! How do you want to do this?”
I looked from the screen to her and back again, wondering what fuckery we were engaging in now.
“Excuse me?” I said and she slapped around the lube on my stomach.
She smiled in a toothy way and added, “Do you want me to tell you the gender now or are you keeping it a surprise?”
Whatever gets us out of here quicker.
“We’d like to know now,” my husband blurted out from the chair next to me.
Sssh. Go back to sleep.
“Ooh, I could write it down and put it in an envelope for your gender reveal party?” The ultrasound tech asked.
Obviously, fucking not. We’re twats but not that level of twat.
“Oh, you can just tell us,” I said with a shrug.
“Ok. Are you ready?” She asked, looking from me to my husband.
No. Let’s give it an hour while we whip up a batch of margaritas.
“Yes…” I trailed off.
“You’re having a girl! Congratulations!” She squealed.
