Josh held up his hands, taking a step back. “It was a joke, baby. I can help you if you want.” Josh picked up a few noodles, and I leaned my head back, opening my mouth wide. I giggled while he missed more than twice, and then finally lowered the long strips into my mouth.
Once I finished breakfast, I washed my face and brushed my teeth, and then I crawled into bed next to my husband. His body was at least ten degrees warmer when he was in bed, and every inch of my skin touching his formed a thin sheen of sweat.
“We’ve got to turn on the air conditioner,” I said.
Josh lifted his head, looking at me in disbelief. “Really?”
“Really. Can you? Please?”
“You know I’m not going to argue with that. I’m going to enjoy your pregnancy. I can already tell.”
“Pregnant,” I breathed as he hurried to the thermostat. He dialed to the right, the AC kicked on, and he jogged back to bed, snuggling with me under the sheet.
“Yes, pregnant. We created life. That’s nuts,” Josh said, in awe.
“Not as nuts as it will be trying to raise a child. Most of the time I still feel like one myself.”
Josh smiled and nuzzled my neck as I stared up at the ceiling, fantasizing about our baby.
The ultrasound tech ran the transducer over the slimy gel she’d slathered on my barely protruding belly moments before, and smiled. The room was dim, but I could still see the brown curls that formed a bushy helmet around her head. “Do you have any names picked out, yet?”
“Yes,” I said, resting my arm behind my head. I leaned toward Josh, trying to get a better look. “Joshua Todd if it’s a boy.” I smiled at Josh. “We’ll call him Todd, after my dad.”
“Can you see, Avery?” Josh asked, engrossed with the black and gray images on the screen.
The tech pressed a few buttons on her keyboard, and then smiled. “And if it’s a girl?”
“Penelope Anne,” Josh said. “We’ll call her Penny.” He watched the screen, running his fingers through my hair.
The tech touched her finger to the screen. “Well, there she is … your lucky Penny.” She smiled at us, and Josh laughed out loud.
“A girl?” he asked, grabbing my hand. “You can already tell?”
“Definitely a girl,” the tech said. She turned to freeze the image, then typed BABY GIRL PENNY in big white letters next to what looked like girl parts.
“Is that …?” I asked.
“Looks like a hot dog … or a hamburger, depending on the direction,” the tech teased.
Josh used his thumb and index finger to quickly wipe his eyes.
“Aw, baby,” I said, squeezing his hand.
He lifted my fingers to his mouth and pressed his lips against my skin.
“This is so surreal,” I said. “Did you see that?” I squinted my eyes toward the tiny black and white image as I watched our daughter kick and twist.
“What is it?” Josh looked back at the screen, worry marring his handsome face.
The technician laughed, waving her hand. “These things are like a moving Rorschach test. Your daughter looks great.”
I smiled back at her. “I’m just so tired. I think it’s getting to me.” I yawned, but Josh still looked concerned.
“Any morning sickness?” the tech asked.
I shook my head. “Nothing. I feel perfectly fine.”
“Lucky you,” she said while she worked, finishing the exam.
I looked up at Josh, his face partially shadowed in the small, dark room. He was watching the screen so intently, I hated to interrupt.
“The other nurses keep telling me it’s odd,” I said. “I’m getting a complex.”
The tech shook her head. “It’s uncommon, but count yourself lucky. Once in a while, I get a mama in here that has energy, never experiences the morning sickness, and you’d never know she was pregnant until she started to show.”
I looked down at my stomach. “I just have a pooch.”
“She’s a wiggly little thing,” the tech said, pointing and chuckling.
Josh laughed out loud, amazed.
“It’s so weird, seeing her move around so much on the screen, but I can’t feel it.”
“You will,” the tech said, hanging up her transducer. The screen went black, and she used a cloth to clean off the gel from my skin.