But the ultrasound technician is taking her time and I begin to fidget. In the semi-darkness, I scrutinize her face. I wait, suddenly breathless,Choosing Joy,But the ultrasound technician is taking her time and I begin to fidget. In the semi-darkness, I scrutinize her face. I wait, suddenly breathless
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long wait at the doctor’s office is not what I wanted today on Erev Succos. There’s too much joy in the cool autumn breeze. The avenues look like a massive circus replete with tents of tinsels and gaudy decorations. I sigh tired and happy and wait.
The heady fragrance of pending holiday is compounded by the magic of a kicking little being inside me. It’s been a long pregnancy as pregnancies tend to be and I’ve been dreaming lately of baby fragrance buttery skin and delicious tiny things.
The doctor Dr. Keilson is chirpy. “You’ll be outta here in a jiffy” she promises. My mind is on dessert (chocolate pie the first night — or apple cobbler?) when her voice snaps me out of my sugary ruminations. “So… we’re measuring a bit small.”
I startle. I’m in my ninth month already and so far it’s been smooth sailing. “Oh.” I say “Why?”
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