Today, Samantha is already in her twentieth week of pregnancy, so I’m following her on examination by a gynecologist, hoping to finally find out the sex. Baby teases us, the last time she turned around we couldn't see anything. I get nervous every time before we get into their practice. Admittedly, the first time I came and saw that Samantha would examine a young doctor, I felt like taking her outside and looking for her doctor. As if she knew what was going on in my head, she squeezed my hand and she glared at me to stay calm and not make a scene.
That first time I was standing next to that screen and pretending to be crazy when he was a doctor showed the child, and I saw only some stains and nodded. But so when Samantha took me with her for a checkup at sixteen weeks, when I saw that little wonder moving inside, his face developing, arms, legs… hell sam I felt tears in the corners of my eyes. I do not know the last time I cried, but this ... this was stronger t
