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[3.16] What's Up, Doc

----October 2, 2004----

Andy, Harold, Rose, Ephram, Amy, and Delia were quietly sitting in the waiting room of the Denver hospital. Amy suqeezed Ephram's hand.

"I really hope it's a girl!" Delia said, again.

"Well, I guess we'll find out soon enough, won't we?" Ephram replied. His heart was pounding. He was going to find out if he was going to have a daughter or son today. He stole a glance at his fiance, who he knew was equally excited, by how tight she squeezed his hand; today he thought his hand would be bruised for the next week. Just wait until she goes into labor. He thought, as a tingle of fear rang through him. She'll break all the bones in my hand and then go for the other one.

"Amy Abbott?" A Nurse said, as she stepped out of the back room.

Amy and Ephram stood up. "Here." Amy announced, as she pulled Ephram into the back room.

The Nurse closed the door. "How are you feeling today, Ms. Abbott?"

Amy smiled. "Pregnant."

"Ahh, yes. You need not say anymore." The Nurse smiled. "I have three kids myself."

Amy patted her stomach. "My fi..." She stopped herself and squeezed Ephram's hand again. "Our first."

"I see." The Nurse said. She led Amy and Ephram down the hall to a vacant room. "This is the room and Dr. Robertson should be here soon." She scribbled a few things down on a chart and then left the room.

"I'm so glad we have a female doctor." Amy said.

"Why's that?" Ephram asked.

"I dunno. I just feel more comfortable that way." Amy replied, with a shrug of her shoulders. "So, what do you want?"

"What do you mean what do I want? I want our baby to be healthy." Ephram replied.

"No, no, no! I mean, do you want a boy or girl?" Amy asked. She rubbed her belly.

"I don't care. As long as she or he is healthy." Ephram replied.

"I think that once we find out, we should start discussing names. Don't you? I mean, it's something we haven't even begun to talk about!" Amy said.

Ephram nodded. "I guess, that will be part of the 'fun part'."

Amy rolled her eyes. "No, silly! The fun part is shopping for baby clothes!"

"I thought you already did that? With your Mom and Delia?"

"No! We shopped for maternity clothes and baby supplies and some baby clothes, but only stuff that could be for girls or boys! Once we find out the gender of the baby, we can go pick out the really cute stuff!" Amy exclaimed.

"What do you want?"

"Like you said, a healthy baby. But...well, I guess a girl would be fun to shop for, you know." Amy said.

Ephram laughed. "If we have a girl, I'm going to have to work my ass off just to pay for clothes! And oh God, just think of her teen years!"

"And I'll be threatening guys with hand grenades." Amy replied.

"But if we had a boy..." Ephram said.

"We might have some trouble." Amy finished. "Let's hope he doesn't get your temper."

"My temper?" Ephram blurted out.

"Hello? Have you heard you and your Father fight?" Amy pointed out.

"Ugh..fine. But let's hope he doesn't turn out like his Uncle Bright. We don't need him punching people's lights out." Ephram reasoned.

Amy nodded. "Yeah, let's keep him away from Bright."

"And no eating peanut butter sandwhiches dipped in melted butter." Ephram warned.

Amy wrinkled her nose. "What?"

Before Ephram could explain, the door opened and a tall woman with dark red hair walked in. "Hello. I'm Dr. Rhonda Robertson. You must be Amy Abbott?" Dr. Robertson said, as she pointed to Amy.

Amy got up and shook Dr. Robertson's hand. "Yes. And this is my fiance, Ephram Brown."

Dr. Robertson smiled at Ephram. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Brown."

"Likewise." Ephram replied.

"Amy, why don't you just lay down here and we'll hook up the ultrasound machine." Dr. Robertson said, as she pointed to the little bed.

Ephram helped Amy onto the bed and helped her lay down.

Dr. Robertson plugged in the ultrasound machine and got it to start 'warming up'.

Amy lifted part of her shirt, to reveal her big 5 month pregnant tummy.

"Now, I'm just going to put some of this jell on your stomach, Amy. Don't worry, it may seem cold, but it is perfectly all right." Dr. Robertson said, as she squirted a blob of clearish jell onto Amy's belly.

Amy cringed and felt goosebumps form on her body. "You weren't kidding when you said cold."

Ephram took Amy's hand. "Any better?"

"Ummm...." Amy said, as she paused for effect.

Ephram rolled his eyes. "Fine. But I'll get you back."

"You wish." Amy retorted.

"Now I'm just going to put these on your stomach and rub the jell around and we'll begin to see a picture of your child." Dr. Robertson said, as she placed 2 metal looking things on Amy's stomach.

Amy cringed again. "Very cold!" She announced.

"I'm sorry about that." Dr. Robertson said, in an apologetic tone. She moved the insterments around for a few moments, as Amy and Ephram stared intently at the screen.

Amy squeezed Ephram's hand. "Oh my gosh! Look!" Amy cried, as she pointed to the screen with her free hand. "I see movement!"

Dr. Robertson smiled. "That's your baby." She pointed near the top of the screen. "There is the head." She moved her hand around the screen. "We only see a profile, from this view. But there is an eye, the nose, an ear, both arms, and legs." She said, as she pointed to each part of the baby. She glanced back at the young couple. "Would you like to know the sex of your baby?"

"Yes!" Amy and Ephram instantly replied. They held each other's hand tightly.

Dr. Robertson smiled. This was always her favorite part of the job. "Well congratulations. You have a very healthy baby...."