Darn, Maya was rather hoping that Eva wouldn't think to ask that question. It was just something she had heard in passing, when she was younger, still alive, perhaps? The nuit couldn't quite remember and scrambled to think of an answer that would seem plausible. "It means the womb hasn't broken during the pregnancy," Maya began, simply defining the terms listed in the phrase as though she were a bloody dictionary. "Complications could arise if it's broken and those complications tend to vary from mother to mother." Great, she was keeping it vague, but plausible. Now, to add a random symptom that applied to a number of other illnesses she knew about to make herself seem even more legit. Let's see... she was low on time, but she felt the following should work nicely. "Some common complaints when the womb breaks are chest pains," she began, knowing that her answer seemed logical and plausible enough in the depths of her unbeating heart, "and bruising of the abdominal region." Maybe that one was a bit more of a stretch, but she hoped her authority as a "medical professional" would carry her through. She wasn't sure of course, if anything she had said to Eva was true, if it was entirely false, or only part of the picture, but she felt it should pass another line of scrutiny from her patient since it seemed logical and plausible enough. But she could be wrong, it wouldn't have been the first time during the course of her life. Nor did she imagine it would be the last time she was wrong, either.
"Sorry," the nuit muttered as she tried to ease the pressure she applied a little bit. "I want to make sure you're not in undue pain. It could be a sign of bruising." She wasn't quite sure that was right, but it would have to do. "Or other problems." A pause as she kept on working, noticed a series of bruises on the woman's legs that didn't look to be too out of sorts, just something you'd acquire by doing everyday activities. But just to be sure. "Did you gain these bruises during your pregnancy?" she'd ask with a gentle gesture before moving on. "I'm surprised," she lied, she felt nothing of the sort, "most women seem to complain that their babies move around too much. You should consider yourself lucky that your unborn child has a calmer demeanor, although it's hard to say if such a nature will follow it into life." A gentle smile as she pulled her hands away from the woman's skin and surveyed her. Maya couldn't say she had heard of a definitive way before, not until the baby actually came out at least. But, like most other people she imagined, she had heard rumors of ways. "I'm not sure--I've heard that if you have certain types of cravings it could indicate the gender of the child. It's said that cravings for sweets indicate that you'll be having a girl." A pause. "I cannot speak to the legitimacy of these claims, however, nor of what some call, 'the bug test.'" A pause. "In all honesty, I think you'll simply have to wait to see what you have, but if you're feeling adventurous, then it may be fun to give some of the tests a try. Just take their results with a grain of salt." A small smile. "Are you hoping for a boy or a girl? Or have a name picked out yet?"
Maya would simply let the woman talk, relax, ask questions before seeing if there was anything else she wanted to check. She wouldn't push on the matter of her womb; she didn't even know what she was looking for, if she was being entirely honest. Had she still been human, in touch with her emotions, she might have found that embarassing, as would the thought of getting something wrong. But now, there was nothing. Just a desire to improve for later. And a bunch of questions to which she currently had no answer. |