"antenatal" appointment

Apparently, determining the gender of your baby during an ultrasound is against the law here.  A friend here told me that this is due to the prevalence of “female feticide” (the aborting of baby girls due to families not wanting to pay a wedding dowry of a bride more so than merely preferring to have a son).  The hospital that we visited today is Catholic, so they do not ever perform abortions or terminate pregnancies since they are highly pro-life.  Thank God for that!  However, even though we are highly pro-life we cannot find out whether our Little M&M (baby's nickname) is a boy or a girl until we leave the country on a visa run.  

Here is a picture of our Little M&M's amazing smile... (s)he was yawning in this picture, but they shot the picture when his/her mouth was nearly shut.  (S)he should be yawning!  (S)he is quite the roly-poly wiggler!  It took forever for the ultrasound doctor to get a still shot of him/her!  It was quite a happy day!

our first "function"

A friend of mine was invited to what we would probably refer to as a baby shower and invited me to it, also.  It was interesting to go to a party where you have no idea what to bring, what is done, or what is expected of you once you arrive.


My friend and I decided that it was best to get a woman's advice for this since the original interpreter was male and had told us not to bring anything to the 'function' (read: party).  She called a lady here and asked her what is usually brought to this kind of party (a function for a woman who is 7 months pregnant).  The lady told her to bring a garland of jasmine, a box of sweets, and 12 bangles (bracelets).  We were not sure what to wear to the function, so we opted for kurtas (tunics), dupatas (scarves), and long pants.


Our husbands escorted us from shop to shop as we, in the dark, sought out the three items we were to bring as gifts.  You cannot find all three items in one place... they don't do that in our hometown.  We went to the sweet shop, first, and thankfully my husband was able to talk to the shop owner and get a kilo assortment of different sweets.  Then we found the guy with the cart who sells jasmine and marigolds and pink flowers and bargain the price from him (again, we had no idea how long of a garland, but just to get one and hope it was what you're supposed to bring).  There was a sweet auntie that was also getting jasmine who, thankfully, pointed us to the place where you buy bangles.  Bangles are glass here, so you want to buy bangles wide enough to slide to a lady's wrist, so we got the largest that they had since our intended wearer may have swollen hands due to being 7 months pregnant.


The husbands dropped us off at the street that led to the house hosting the function and we ventured deeper into the unknown.  Thankfully, my friend knew the woman who hosted us initially.  The woman also spoke a little bit of English so we were able to get a sense of how many baby functions are common.  Apparently, there is a 7 month pregnant function, a delivery function, a 9 days function, a 21 days function... and some others that I cannot quite remember now.  We were able to share with her that our pre-delivery function is called a baby shower and that the mom-to-be receives gifts for the baby and what kinds of gifts she receives.  The woman was fascinated by the fact that the baby gets presents before it has even arrived. 


The function's beginning is actually about 2 hours of dressing up in saris, putting on face-whiteners and make-up, and women talking to each other about anything and everything as they primp and prep for the function.  It is a women's party, so it is perfectly appropriate to have this primping time built in and all the friends and family who are women 'cute' themselves up together.  My friend and I tried to get information about the party during this time so we wouldn't feel awkward once the festivities began... to little avail.  


The function consists of the women there presenting their gifts... one by one... getting a photo of each presentation, literally.  There was a photo of us placing the garland (awkwardly with guidance from several aunties) around the mom-to-be's neck... they later fixed our blunder and pinned it in her braid.  There was a photo of us simultaneously feeding the mom-to-be one of the sweets, and another photo of us putting the bangles on her wrists.  By the time the party was over, the mom-to-be had bangles almost up to her elbows, flowers everywhere, sweet boxes stacked, and some had brought her fruit, as well.  This was followed by a handing out of fried/baked goods to each attendee, as a favor from the sister-in-law of the mom-to-be.  Then, there was a meal that we tried to miss because it began at around 10:30pm, but could not skip out on because the hostesses were so insistent and sad that we would leave.  Our husbands had showed up to try and take us with them, but they were accosted by the hostesses and ushered into the one-room home to be fed, as well.  


My friend and I have decided that I should do one of these functions with all my local friends when I am 7 months pregnant... it seems like a very loving time to gather friends and a great excuse to hang out and be happy for your soon-arriving baby!  Here are a few pictures of the "7-month-pregnant function".

We, our husbands, the mom-to-be in flowers, bangles, and sari, and her husband.

My cute, little language buddy for the night... she spoke some English, due to her school's curriculum, and was able to help me understand much of what went on during the function.

The mom-to-be receiving many gifts from family and friends.

The mom-to-be's attendants.

strange sights

WILDLIFE:

This is the largest bat (1.5' long) I've ever seen outside of a zoo.

We've decided that there should be a Bollywood version of Dracula.  Haha!  

Our bovine wildlife live their lives in the fast lane here in our city.  

These are water buffalo.

THE NARNIA BATHROOM:

I'm standing outside a wardrobe that covers a whole wall.

One of the doors of the wardrobe went all the way to the floor and so we opened it.

There is a closed white door just beyond the wardrobe door.

When you open the white door, there is a hidden bathroom inside... sneaky design, isn't it?

SAFETY FIRST:

One apartment complex made us wear hard hats when we asked to see the flats they had available for rent. The building was still under construction in some areas, apparently.  I wonder if the tenants have to wear hardhats until they're done with the construction?

Hidden Gifts

I've been reading Ann Voskamp's book One Thousand Gifts.  If you haven't read it, you should.  It is a good reminder that thanksgiving is the gate through which we enter into His presence, in which there is fullness of joy.

We are learning to live by finding the gifts that He gives to us in each day.  He is so good.  There is an old hymn that says, "count your blessings name them one by one."  This is what I've been trying to do this first week in South Asia, in the midst of culture stress and morning sickness.  It helps my perspective.

These are some of the gifts from last week:

9.   The golden wash of dawn from miles above the earth.
11. Two young children entering their mommy's country for the first time.
20. Nephew, cute and fat, born on the 4th of July.
39. Linen kurta (long tunic shirt) on a hot day... soft, thin, flowing.
44. Southern hospitality and REAL SWEET TEA! 
50. Bath&Body soap on the opposite side of the world.
55. Cuddly, fat baby smiling in my arms.
62. A pile of sand behind which I could hide from the millions and get sick.
69. My first full night of sleep.

It has been a good first week... difficult at points, but He has been good to us and when we're really in His presence, joy is right there.