I was 29 years old. Nearly a year earlier, I had given birth to a beautiful baby girl. I was looking at a picture of her, (I assume) my husband, and me. She had black hair and dark brown eyes. She appeared to be Asian (for some reason, Japanese stuck out in my mind) or at least half Asian-half Caucasian. At any rate, I could not figure out how this was possible. My husband and I were both caucasian.
After the baby was born, everyone had insisted that she was the product of an affair, so to shut them up, we had tests done. They proved what I had always said. The DNA matched her father who was my husband. Since I could not figure out an explaination, I went to the obstetrician whom I had seen when I was pregnant. He began asking me questions about my pregnancy. Then he asked me if anything odd had happened in my pregnancey and I started talking.
me: Well, I had cravings like most women. doctor: What kind? me: Well, I craved Japanese food and Chinese food alot.
doctor: Hmm... what did you do when you were pregnant? me: I watched a lot of Dragonball, Dragonball Z, and Dragonball GT. doctor: Interesting.... Anything else? me: Oh, yeah... my husband had this strange obsession with playing video games from Japan. doctor: I believe I have an explanation. The fetus thought that she was supposed to be Asian since she was surrounded by things related to Asian culture. That is why you have a Japanese baby.
I gave my doctor a strange look for suggesting that my baby had arbitrarily picked her ethnicity based on those things. I wanted to ask him what he had been smoking, but I decided against it. I walked out of the office feeling shocked about his opinion but did not really try to figure out anything else...
