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"Bet you&amp;amp;#8217;re curious if I&amp;amp;#8217;m having a boy or a girl. I was too, so when I went for my twenty-week sonogram to record my baby&amp;#x27;s fetal anatomy I just had to find out. Here&amp;amp;#8217;s how it went down: I rolled my Seven maternity jeans ($225, but so worth it) down over my hips and hopped in the chair. Expecting a woman in heart-dotted scrubs to cheerfully and annoyingly enter, I lifted my tunic up and started to tuck it under my bra, unintentionally exposing a nipple. Then he walked in and things started happening in slow motion. I was frozen and the obvious response&amp;amp;#8212;covering up, even uttering &amp;amp;#8220;excuse me&amp;amp;#8221;-didn&amp;amp;#8217;t happen as quickly as I would have liked. Did I mention he was h-o-t? It got worse. When he asked if I wanted to know the sex, I said, &amp;amp;#8220;Yes, I want sex.&amp;amp;#8221; Seriously. Hot technician smirked and grabbed a bottle of (tummy) gel. It was an SNL skit, the pregnant woman flirting with her sonogram technician. My eyes switched back and forth a lot&amp;amp;#8212;one minute I was looking at my baby&amp;amp;#8217;s butterfly-shaped brain, the next, this guy&amp;#x27;s stubble and the way his bicep popped with each click of the mouse. Then, as I was drilling him on his job (I mean, how sensitive is this guy? He takes pictures of fetuses all day long), he blurts out the baby&amp;amp;#8217;s sex. And wham! Just like that, I&amp;amp;#8217;m having a son. And hot technician wasn&amp;amp;#8217;t so hot anymore. All eyes were on the other guy in the room. I&amp;#x27;m delighted! &amp;amp;#8212;Chrissy"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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