The midwife rubbed gel all around my bulging and swelling belly and started poking me here and there with the “camera” trying to find the perfect angle so we will be able to see our baby’s face.
Then suddenly, there she was.
And the Filipina that I am, I concentrated on her nose.
Me: “Sweety? Is that her nose?”
Me: “Whose nose did she get? I really hope it’s yours.”
Armand: “Don’t worry baby, she doesn’t have your nose..” then he started to giggle and added, “Stop that nonsense, yeah?”
Me: (joking) “Oh yes, if she has my nose then we will not see it clearly!
Ouch!! And if looks could kill, the midwife was dead.
(Ate naman eh, sasabat pa kasi!)