Embryo or Fetus…that is the question!

Embryo or fetus?    And still have no answers.  Wasted day at the hospital!!

Doctors appointment was at 10am this morning.   We are at the hospital at 9.30am.  Which is very unusual in this country. We go through the process of announcing our arrival to the reception. All eagerness and enthusiasm is killed with a dead plank answer,

‘first floor, first door on the left’

Up we go.  In the maze of corridors, we bump into the doctor’s assistant!.  And greet her with all smiles.

Again, she just gives one of those pre-recorded smiles.  At least we know where the room is.   

At the waiting area..an omani lady is there with a man.  Husband I presume.  They too are waiting to see the gynecologist.  Normally, there would be nothing unusual about this.  But it is!  It is an Omani man.  And he even goes in with his wife.  Oh my god!  What an shameless adulterous  man, that he walks in with his wife!  Well done for him.  Well done for Oman.  

Embryo or Fetus?  

 It is the 7^th week!  I am having all sorts of pictures in my head.  Apparently 1 inch long now.  I am a bit confused, is it an embryo or a fetus?    According to my calendar, it is the 8^th week.   

I have these imagines in my head. I just found out, that is must be an embryo.   

That is theory!   So I checked.  Until the 8^th week it is.  And then it become a fetus. So what happens?  Embryo sounds like a sunny-side-up egg with a face, and fetus sounds more like ET.  Big head and all that..  Whichever it is, it look a bit creepy!  My art shows that…

We are called into the doctor’s room.  Of course, the doctor is not there.  It is a bloody holiday in Oman. In spite my calling last evening and making sure the Obstetrician/Gynecologist will be there and will keep to our appointment. All is not lost anyway. The doctor’s assistant who apparently is also a Ob-gyno is there to reassure us. 

She wants to check Ingrid’s blood pressure.  The sphygmomanometer  comes in 2 when she opens it.   Really!  It just broke!  Right in front of our eyes.   By the ways, the name of that thing they use is called that.  See, we learn something every day.    I lend my hands to help her fix it.  So there we are now, me holding the 2  parts of the  sphygmomanometer , Ingrid having here arm wrapped and being pumped by the inflatable cuff, and the lady with the stethoscope listening very intently. 

 'Your pressure is low', very matter of  factly she says! 


 'Yes, shall we go to the car service station then?'  I nearly said. 

'You must be happy always, and not get stressed or upset, she adds.

Why she said that, I do not know.  Not like Ingrid walked into the room bawling out and cursing the ground she walked on. 

 Then she throws a glance at me, and says, 'you must keep her happy'

What the hell was that?   An  accusation throw at me? 


In absolute desperation of defense  and defiance,  I blurt out, 

'Of course!  Every morning, first thing I do is dance in front of her and make a laugh.

And Ingrid goes, ‘he really does’

The doctor is unsure what is going on, and gives that look of non-interest.  

She informs us, that we can come again on the 25^th. 

What about the ultrasound scan?   The purpose of today was that.  We remind her of what was said the last time, and then sheepishly she says, 
'You know today is a holiday, so Dr. is not here.    We will do it the coming week.' 

Well, there we go, I still do not know what it looks like….a sunny-side-up egg or ET!