So, since we did not want to be placed in the cool and, quite possibly, a comfortable morgue, Yani decided to bring me to Greece. More precisely, not so, the decision he took me to take me to America, but the doctors rounded his eyes and said that they would definitely not be brought there, so the decision was made in favor of Greece. I still had anyway, I was bad, sad, sick, and in general, somehow everything was not very. I felt bad, looked respectively my mysso. As it was called, being on a very early period of pregnancy, I starred for fashionable in those times of the magazine Strong Man, they hung their covers with the "stars" hung on billboards throughout Moscow. It would seem that I had to please it, but every time driving past these billboards and looking at myself in the mirror, I was increasingly convinced that all the books of Yani "about a wonderful time in the life of a woman" is a complete profanation. Add a constant anxiety due to the fact that I was trying to force me to interrupt pregnancy, and you will have an approximate picture from the series "How it was."
As soon as we landed in Athens, Yani immediately took me to the doctor. It looked like this. As soon as we sat down in a taxi, Yani immediately told the taxi driver that I was pregnant, and I was not easy for pregnancy. The taxi driver fell into the tongue and said that his bitch had recently sobbed, and the puppy was stuck in the birthway, that he hoped from his heart that it would not happen to me. Yani rounded his eyes, turned to me and trembled in a trembling voice, asking this sad story, asking if a woman could have been concerned. I was very requested not to discuss, if possible, with taxi drivers and in general, with unauthorized people, my pregnancy and my health. Yani according to her head and switched to Greek again. According to the views that the taxi driver threw on me in the mirror, under a coming speech of Yani, I realized that my request was left not heard. Running forward will say that all the Greeks sin: they discuss everything and all and do not see anything special in it. When once again hearing how Yani tells my history of the disease, I politely asked if I should not show the latest test results, and without it, it seems to me that the story is incomplete, thinking that, at least, interlocutors I will understand that I'm kidding, or that I would not want to discuss it, but no, they threw their heads and said that, they say, of course, of course.
"As soon as we landed in Athens, Yani immediately took me to the doctor." Photo: Personal archive of Ekaterina Vitebskaya Melas.
Having arrived at the doctor, Yani repeated the story told by taxi driver, the doctor looked at the map, asked a couple of questions, then silent. Removed glasses and thought. I wanted to eat and rather go to the hotel, so I was impolitely hurried.
"It seems to me that you have been smoothed," he finally, he finally.
I decided that I simply did not understand him, in the end, I am not a native language, and the "evil eye" is some kind of illness, probably a terrible disease, which are suffering pregnant, but Yani assured me that I understood everything correctly.
- in the sense, smoothed? - I swore. - I do not believe in this.
- How not to believe? - Came the turn to be surprised at the doctor. - How can I not believe in it when it is so obvious ???
The situation became absurd.
"I have a cardiac blockade," I said, I said. - Russian doctors said about the evil eye.
- You read prayers from the evil eye? - the doctor asked strictly.
"No," I admitted, having silent that in principle my prayers were not very.
- Need! - Voice, not tolerating objections, rushed Doctor.
I confusedly translated a look from the doctor on Yani, but he seemed not surprised at all. Later, I repeatedly heard from doctors in Greece, even very good, to whom I treat with sincere respect, the very mysterious verdict "Schalz". Faith in the unlaced Greeks so strong that you should avoid talking to something pleasant from the "What beautiful child" series or "What a beautiful couple", "What a beautiful house", you will immediately suspect in an attempt to smooth baby / pair / house . And I'm not kidding. But then I did not know about it, and the doctor's reaction surprised me. I resolutely headed for the exit, saying that I went to read conspiracies from the evil eye, thinking about myself that someone was crazy here, and this is not me.
Then they put me in a really good hospital, where the amazing doctor Zoe firmly promised me that everything would be fine and with the child and with me. She was so convincing that I believed her. It turned out that the operation is shown, but there is no need to make it in pregnancy, that medicines that are compatible with pregnancy is, and that in general, of course, is not very, but not so bad to cause marks with pine samples. The Greek Hospital was the exact opposite of the Moscow clinic, with me there all Sysyukali and called the girl. In the Moscow exchange card I was written to me that "the child from the elderly, conditionally healthy parents," and then I was a "girl". They were worn with me, as with a writer Tuba, picked up my whims, fed both on slaughter (toxicosis released, and I constantly wanted to eat), and I began to get fat, rounded and slowly translated the Spirit.
On the next examination of the ultrasound showed that we are waiting for the boy. That this will be a boy, I did not doubt. It seems to me that I am genetically defective, and so that neither say that the sex of the child depends on the father, I cannot a a priori to give birth to a girl. Therefore, what will be a boy, I firmly knew if not from the moment of conception, so from the moment he learned that she was pregnant. Being sure that Yani with his southern blood and lack of children in history will be just happy to get his son, I was very surprised, seeing how he was bullied when he had a son.
"I spent Paparazzi Awards with a duty at the" Emergency "restaurant, since I had to give birth from day to day." Photo: Personal archive of Ekaterina Vitebskaya Melas.
"Look more carefully," he finally squeezed. - You probably mistaken, there is still a girl.
"No," the doctor shook his head, "I say for sure, a boy. You can get drunk today and call all friends. Be proud of dad.
Yani Snack, but did not give up.
- Can he still change their mind? - he asked hopefully.
- Who? - The doctor was surprised.
- Well, this boy? - explained Jani. - He can still become a girl?
The doctor was noticeably confused.
"No, he will definitely not become a girl, he has such ... Large naughty sexual signs," the doctor persisted.
I lay, with difficulty holding back laughter. A very comical me seemed to me the whole situation. Then Yani told me that he had always dreamed of her daughter. That he will definitely be happy and son, but he passionately dreamed of having a daughter he will pamper, and to whose feet he will put the whole world.
"Wait," I indignant. - The world you promised to put to my legs.
"To yours and to her," Yani persisted.
Probably, at that moment I realized that we would not have the girls for sure, my egoism was too great and the desire to hold the world and Janine Heart. When we already returned to Moscow and came to the reception to the famous for every pregnant Korean, he, knowing how Yani dreams of a girl, and the charter every time answered the same questions, every ultrasound began with the words "So, you have Still, boy "...
We spent the summer in Greece, autumn came and it was time to return to Moscow. I have already seen the finish line, I realized that the pregnancy doesn't seem to kill me, I'm not doing the paintle, and thicker, much thicker I'm doing, and touched home already with a much more cheerful mood. We walked about the weeks, they were replaced by months, I was playing that it was periodically frightened by Yani thoughtful phrases "And why not give birth to the house, in the bathroom," and then with gloating observed, as he quickly changes the complexion and acquires a greenish tint. Upon returning to Moscow, I found that my best girlfriend Lena is also in position, and Yani had to mess around with two pregnant women, because we were all the time together. We wanted buns, and Yani their pitch, then we wanted meals from McDonalds, and Lenin's husband was rushed there, and then rats were sick with Lena at the same time. At Vadim and Yani, the ratio was responsible for the hospitalization of rats. We demanded a report on their well-being, sorry them from the whole of the heart and continued to be capricious from the heart. I spent the Paparazzi Awards with the duty at the "Emergency" restaurant, since I had to give birth from day to day, and began to prepare for the day of H.