1013 - TOW Rachel's Sonogram
Three-month pregnant Rachel sat on her couch with her twenty-one-month old daughter, Hannah. Her niece and nephew, nine-month-olds Alex and Ally were sitting in from on the television playing with blocks. Ross was sitting at his desk, filling out papers and grading reports that his class had done.
Rachel: Hey, honey? When we go to the doctor's appointment today for the sonogram, do you want to find out the sex of the baby?
Ross: Yeah. I mean, we found out with Hannah. We can find out with this one. Is that fine with you? We don't have to find out if you don't want us to.
Rachel: Oh . . .I want to know. Hey, since we're watching Ally and Alex today because Monica and Chandler are out, why don't we invite all of the kids and take them out for ice cream?
Ross: Okay. Well, let's come back for them. I want this first sonogram to be stress-free.
Rachel: Good idea. Oh, Phoebe wants to go, though. We can leave all of the kids with Joey.
Ross: Are you sure about that? I mean, it's Joey.
Rachel: I trust Joey's competence.
Ross: Okay . . .
*~*
Later, Joey was sitting on his couch watching Hannah, Ally, Alex, Frank Jr. Jr., Leslie, and Little Chandler. They were all playing around on the floor.
Joey: Okay kids. Who wants to take a nap?
All kids except Ally and Alex: NO!
Joey: Okay. You win.
Joey sighed and sat back on the couch. He watched the kids laughing and playing with each other. He wondered if his and Phoebe's son would get along with them. He figured he would, but she wasn't sure.
*~*
At the doctor's office, Rachel was resting comfortably on the exam table. Ross was sitting by her side and Phoebe was in a chair beside him.
Phoebe: God, I'm going to miss this place. It's just so full of baby things!
Ross: Well, you could always get pregnant again after this one.
Phoebe: Um . . . no.
Rachel: Okay, what do you think I'm having? I think it's another girl.
Ross: It's a boy. I know it's a boy.
Phoebe: I think you're right, Rachel. It's a girl.
Rachel: Good! Somebody finally agrees with me!
Phoebe: No, wait, two girls!
Rachel: What?!
Phoebe: Well, you do look a little . . . big for three months.
Rachel: Phoebe!
Ross pointed to the sonogram machine, which was turned on.
Ross: I wonder . . .
Rachel: Oh no. We're waiting for the doctor!
Ross: She's a half-hour late!
Ross picked up the little wand and put it on Rachel's belly after putting a bit of petroleum jelly on her.
Ross: Look honey, there's your uterus.
Rachel laughed. Phoebe smiled.
Phoebe: How cute!
Ross moved the wand around some more and pointed to the screen.
Ross: And there's . . . Oh my God!
Ross accidentally dropped the wand. He picked it up and put it back on the machine table. He wiped the jelly off of Rachel's belly and sat down calmly.
Rachel: What?! What did you see?
Ross: I . . .I don't know how to read those things . . . don't listen to me.
Rachel: You're better at it than me. Tell me.
Ross: I want to wait for the doctor.
Rachel looked at Phoebe who shrugged and patted her belly.
Phoebe: Good thing we're at the hospital. I mean, I could go into labor any minute.
Ross and Rachel looked at Phoebe in alarm.
Phoebe: Oh, not yet!
*~*
Monica and Chandler got home and found a note on their door to go across the hall to Joey's. They did as the note said and found Joey sleeping on the couch while the kids were painting his bare feet.
Monica busted up into a fit of giggles and Chandler stood there with a smirk on his face. He walked over to Joey who was giggling in his sleep from the tickles of the paintbrush.
Chandler: Hey, Joey!
Joey opened his eyes and they went wide. He looked at his feet.
Joey: Dammit!
Chandler: Taking a nap there, Joe?
Joey: I was just . . . yeah.
Monica: There are my babies.
Monica picked up Ally and Alex, who were covered in paint. The triplets had obviously done that.
Monica: Okay, we've got two painted babies to wash. Come on Chandler.
Chandler: Actually, I think Joey needs more help than the babies do.
Monica: Come on honey.
Chandler followed Monica across the hall to their apartment to help clean the babies up. Monica drew a bath and supervised the babies splashing around, washing all of the red, blue, and yellow paint off. Chandler sat on the toilet seat and watched the kids as well. He was in charge of spraying pain remover on the babies' clothes.
*~*
The doctor walked into the exam room to check on Rachel.
Doctor: Sorry about the hold-up. I had to help out a patient. She just found out she's having quintuplets.
Rachel: Oh, that poor, poor woman.
Doctor: Yeah, she has to go tell her husband. He doesn't even know she's pregnant yet.
Phoebe: Oh, that poor, poor man.
Doctor: Are you ready to get started?
Rachel: Yeah. Oh, and if you can, tell us the sex of the baby.
Doctor: I'll do my best.
The doctor sat down and she started the test and Ross tensed up and held Rachel's hand. As the doctor moved the wand around Rachel's stomach, she wrote things down on the paper and made a few "Oh's and Oh my's!"
Rachel: Doc, you're kinda freaking me out.
Doctor: You say you conceived three months ago . . . that looks about right.
Phoebe: Hey, Doc, can you please tell them . . . even I'm excited now!
Ross: I think I know . . .but go ahead.
Doctor: Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Gellar! You're having triplets!
Phoebe: My God! She's like a rabbit!
Rachel: Ross . . . you put her up to this just to freak me out.
Ross: No . . . I didn't!
Doctor: I'm serious. You're having three healthy babies.
Rachel: Oh, thank God they're healthy. Oh my God. Three babies.
Doctor: Do you want to know the sexes?
Ross, Rachel, and Phoebe: Yes!
Doctor: You're having three sons!
Phoebe: Oh, my God! Three boys!
Rachel: Ross! We're having three sons?!
Ross: That's what she said. Oh my God! Three sons!]
Rachel practically jumped off of the exam table and Ross jumped up to grab her and hug her softly. Phoebe jumped up excitedly and joined in on the hug. All of the sudden, she gasped.
Doctor: Miss Buffay?
Phoebe: I think my water just broke!
TO BE CONTINUED
Three-month pregnant Rachel sat on her couch with her twenty-one-month old daughter, Hannah. Her niece and nephew, nine-month-olds Alex and Ally were sitting in from on the television playing with blocks. Ross was sitting at his desk, filling out papers and grading reports that his class had done.
Rachel: Hey, honey? When we go to the doctor's appointment today for the sonogram, do you want to find out the sex of the baby?
Ross: Yeah. I mean, we found out with Hannah. We can find out with this one. Is that fine with you? We don't have to find out if you don't want us to.
Rachel: Oh . . .I want to know. Hey, since we're watching Ally and Alex today because Monica and Chandler are out, why don't we invite all of the kids and take them out for ice cream?
Ross: Okay. Well, let's come back for them. I want this first sonogram to be stress-free.
Rachel: Good idea. Oh, Phoebe wants to go, though. We can leave all of the kids with Joey.
Ross: Are you sure about that? I mean, it's Joey.
Rachel: I trust Joey's competence.
Ross: Okay . . .
*~*
Later, Joey was sitting on his couch watching Hannah, Ally, Alex, Frank Jr. Jr., Leslie, and Little Chandler. They were all playing around on the floor.
Joey: Okay kids. Who wants to take a nap?
All kids except Ally and Alex: NO!
Joey: Okay. You win.
Joey sighed and sat back on the couch. He watched the kids laughing and playing with each other. He wondered if his and Phoebe's son would get along with them. He figured he would, but she wasn't sure.
*~*
At the doctor's office, Rachel was resting comfortably on the exam table. Ross was sitting by her side and Phoebe was in a chair beside him.
Phoebe: God, I'm going to miss this place. It's just so full of baby things!
Ross: Well, you could always get pregnant again after this one.
Phoebe: Um . . . no.
Rachel: Okay, what do you think I'm having? I think it's another girl.
Ross: It's a boy. I know it's a boy.
Phoebe: I think you're right, Rachel. It's a girl.
Rachel: Good! Somebody finally agrees with me!
Phoebe: No, wait, two girls!
Rachel: What?!
Phoebe: Well, you do look a little . . . big for three months.
Rachel: Phoebe!
Ross pointed to the sonogram machine, which was turned on.
Ross: I wonder . . .
Rachel: Oh no. We're waiting for the doctor!
Ross: She's a half-hour late!
Ross picked up the little wand and put it on Rachel's belly after putting a bit of petroleum jelly on her.
Ross: Look honey, there's your uterus.
Rachel laughed. Phoebe smiled.
Phoebe: How cute!
Ross moved the wand around some more and pointed to the screen.
Ross: And there's . . . Oh my God!
Ross accidentally dropped the wand. He picked it up and put it back on the machine table. He wiped the jelly off of Rachel's belly and sat down calmly.
Rachel: What?! What did you see?
Ross: I . . .I don't know how to read those things . . . don't listen to me.
Rachel: You're better at it than me. Tell me.
Ross: I want to wait for the doctor.
Rachel looked at Phoebe who shrugged and patted her belly.
Phoebe: Good thing we're at the hospital. I mean, I could go into labor any minute.
Ross and Rachel looked at Phoebe in alarm.
Phoebe: Oh, not yet!
*~*
Monica and Chandler got home and found a note on their door to go across the hall to Joey's. They did as the note said and found Joey sleeping on the couch while the kids were painting his bare feet.
Monica busted up into a fit of giggles and Chandler stood there with a smirk on his face. He walked over to Joey who was giggling in his sleep from the tickles of the paintbrush.
Chandler: Hey, Joey!
Joey opened his eyes and they went wide. He looked at his feet.
Joey: Dammit!
Chandler: Taking a nap there, Joe?
Joey: I was just . . . yeah.
Monica: There are my babies.
Monica picked up Ally and Alex, who were covered in paint. The triplets had obviously done that.
Monica: Okay, we've got two painted babies to wash. Come on Chandler.
Chandler: Actually, I think Joey needs more help than the babies do.
Monica: Come on honey.
Chandler followed Monica across the hall to their apartment to help clean the babies up. Monica drew a bath and supervised the babies splashing around, washing all of the red, blue, and yellow paint off. Chandler sat on the toilet seat and watched the kids as well. He was in charge of spraying pain remover on the babies' clothes.
*~*
The doctor walked into the exam room to check on Rachel.
Doctor: Sorry about the hold-up. I had to help out a patient. She just found out she's having quintuplets.
Rachel: Oh, that poor, poor woman.
Doctor: Yeah, she has to go tell her husband. He doesn't even know she's pregnant yet.
Phoebe: Oh, that poor, poor man.
Doctor: Are you ready to get started?
Rachel: Yeah. Oh, and if you can, tell us the sex of the baby.
Doctor: I'll do my best.
The doctor sat down and she started the test and Ross tensed up and held Rachel's hand. As the doctor moved the wand around Rachel's stomach, she wrote things down on the paper and made a few "Oh's and Oh my's!"
Rachel: Doc, you're kinda freaking me out.
Doctor: You say you conceived three months ago . . . that looks about right.
Phoebe: Hey, Doc, can you please tell them . . . even I'm excited now!
Ross: I think I know . . .but go ahead.
Doctor: Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Gellar! You're having triplets!
Phoebe: My God! She's like a rabbit!
Rachel: Ross . . . you put her up to this just to freak me out.
Ross: No . . . I didn't!
Doctor: I'm serious. You're having three healthy babies.
Rachel: Oh, thank God they're healthy. Oh my God. Three babies.
Doctor: Do you want to know the sexes?
Ross, Rachel, and Phoebe: Yes!
Doctor: You're having three sons!
Phoebe: Oh, my God! Three boys!
Rachel: Ross! We're having three sons?!
Ross: That's what she said. Oh my God! Three sons!]
Rachel practically jumped off of the exam table and Ross jumped up to grab her and hug her softly. Phoebe jumped up excitedly and joined in on the hug. All of the sudden, she gasped.
Doctor: Miss Buffay?
Phoebe: I think my water just broke!
TO BE CONTINUED