Week 1-3 Summarized
Doctor’s appointment -“A Smile can mean many things”
“Is it possible for the drugs you gave me to delay my periods?”
I nervously asked the lady doctor seated across me in a pale blue room with large open windows that let in so much air. God knows I needed the air.
Interestingly, I had been booked for minor surgery in the same room about two weeks earlier. This was my first check-up since the surgery and missing my period had me wondering if the drugs the gynecologist administered had anything to do with the delay.
“Not at all. Why do you ask? Are you experiencing a delay?”
The doctor questioned with a light smile that made her expression unreadable.
I responded making a frantic effort to sound casual.
See the reason I did not wish to make a production of the delay in the cycle was not because I lacked the desire of further exploration, but rather I feared that if I raised suspicion, the doctor would request further tests. Further tests would mean more bills. More bills would mean my insurance agent would lean over for a chat about “excess “.
“I should definitely get another medical cover.” I quickly thought out a solution. But that was cut short once I recalled that my poor salary was already overstretched by bills. Oh well!
“Maybe on my way home I should grab one of those pregnancy home kits, but could I be…?”
So I headed home, relieved that everything was okay. The doctor had assured me the surgery was a success. What was even more spectacular is the extension of my sick leave, giving me a few more days off work.
“What more could I ask for? I’m happy!” My trail of thought continued “But I should probably buy one of those pregnancy kits, I wonder how much they go for. And a banana! Yes I should definitely buy a banana, one fruit a day keeps my husband from accusing me of not eating healthy”
“Congratulations! You’re going to be a mum.” That’s my take on what those pregnancy kits should read, not the double lines.
So here I am in my bathroom, anxiously waiting to see if a second line will indeed appear on the kit or I will experience the familiar reckoning for the eighth time this year of how I have successfully managed not to conceive. Yes I was testing every month since my traditional wedding.
“No need to sit here and wait.” I put down the test and head to the kitchen, peel my banana while pacing around agonizing how my relatives would probably start being on my back soon.
“When are you giving us a child, when are naming your mother, your grandmother, your father, your cousin Mary and uncle John, are we going to leave this world without seeing our grandchildren?“
Agggrrh!! Being a woman is tough. My hubby never gets the “when “questions?
Thirty minutes later I am back in the toilet staring at my test. I got a faint second line…faint, but a line for sure
So this is my journey through pregnancy, week by week. I'm not a doctor, not a mother yet, I’m not giving any advice. I am just a girl sharing her first pregnancy journey :)
The happy times, the times I cried, the shocking revelations, my bittersweet experiences, my thoughts and opinions around my journey through my first pregnancy and off course the advice I received. Some valid others, well pretty much…..
My name is Faith by the way… a young lady with only 8 months experience in marriage and about four weeks experience in pregnancy.
Week 4 Good news comes in twos
I am now certain that I will be a mum in 40 weeks’ time, or less. I’ve already confirmed with the hospital through a blood test (I don’t trust peeing on a stick as 100% proof of pregnancy)
It’s my second day at home since the doctor’s appointment. I am still on sick leave and glued to the TV watching KUWTK (keeping up with the Kardashian). Yes! Unlike majority of ladies, I see no shame in admitting that I love watching Kim. Then again if no one watches this show where does the show get the millions of views? Ever wondered?
While at it, my phone rings. It’s a call from one of my cool workmates. The type of call that you pick coz she’s definitely calling with some cool vibes not to dampen your spirit.
“CONGRATULATIONS!!” she screams
How does she know about my pregnancy? “What do you mean?” I ask in shock.
“Faith your letter came through today. You are moving to the new department you craved, haven’t you heard?”
Oh my, how could I have known when I had been away from work for almost a month?
“Wow! Are you serious?”
“Dead serious! “She said, “You are reporting next week”
I release a sigh of relief. We chat a bit about everything else, how I am doing, she inquires about my health, she’s getting married, and her ‘ruracio’ is in two weeks, I am invited.
Well what can I say, when it rains it pours but when the sun decides to shine on you, it doesn’t stop. God’s timing!
Week 5 I’m still ‘slaying’
I am five weeks pregnant. My body looks perfect and I feel great about myself. I’m starting to think woman exaggerates pregnancy. Who or what is morning sickness? Did I hear someone say fat? My weight is still intact and I still feel pretty. Nausea is for the weak in spirit (I clearly don’t know what awaits me)
I’m back to work, feeling eager and energetic, having joined the new department.
Friday comes and I am off to ‘Jiweke’ to catch a red bull with my cousin now that I can’t drink. The night is fun, the music is amazing. I just can’t help but wonder why people act like pregnancy is such a heavy load to carry. I’m definitely killing it. I don’t plan on being a boring preggie
Week 6 one little cake and just a little more for my baby
The black forest house stands next to my place of work. Need I say more? Any time is cake time. I wouldn’t call it a craving. I just love cake. Pregnant or not.
White forest could make me forgive you for any sin. One slice and I am sold.
Back in the day when my hubby was trying to impress me he’d buy me cake for all occasions; my birthday, Valentine’s Day, anniversaries, a new job celebration, a small or big achievement.
No chocolates or flowers for me, please. I’m a cake girl and so is my little one.
I am now a regular at this cake shop, and I make the same order every time.
“a slice of white forest cake packed for take away”
Blame it on the baby. That’s my excuse for next… 1, 2, 3, 40 weeks! .
Week 7 sleepy lazybones
They say a change is as good as a rest, and God knows I needed the rest. The power in prayer is real! I often found myself praying, “God give me a baby, but not when I am still working long hours and my weekends are still swamped with work” and he heard me.
I do recall in my interview as all interviewees say, I emphasized on being passionate about the job, a hard worker and one who delivers without any supervision.
I’m all what I said I am, but the challenge comes when I start dozing off at work due to the little one.
There I am, sitting in my new department, with my PC open but my eyes completely shut. How I am dosing off at work so suddenly, I cannot explain. So much for being the passionate hard worker…
Week 8 Time to share my little secret
We are two months in! Yay! We (me and the little one) still look good, the baby bump is only an image in my head. Every expecting mum will confide that each new day you feel a certain relief your baby is okay and still growing.
My milestone of two months makes me feel like buying cake for the little one and gracing them with a happy birthday song despite my bad voice.
But I chose to keep calm and get down on my knees and thank the most high. All the mum magazines I have read advice on keeping your pregnancy a secret until you end the first trimester.
But how can I keep all the excitement inside?
Maybe its because pregnancy after eight months of waiting feels like an achievement to me. I just don’t know. I only know I can’t hold on much longer
The first person was my sister in the UK, then my mum and mum in law and before I knew it, I was telling everyone close to me. My friends and then a few close colleagues.
Week 9 my high eventually takes a low
And so it was said, there are good days and they will be bad days. I don’t know if it’s the law of nature, but we can agree on that. A good friend of mine happens to reside in Tanzania. We have quite an unhealthy where every day I update her on everything I am doing and everything I am thinking in bits and pieces. Let’s just say if you really want to know what soon my mind, ask Warsan. She knows literally everything about me. So on my daily updates to her, I have become a broken record. Always stating how tired and sleepy I am in every conversation.
‘hows work today”
“I don’t know, I am just tired”.
“what are you going to have for lunch today?”
“I’m too tired to know”
I am tired in a way that I don’t even understand myself. Pregnancy fatigue is on another level. Whereas I started off thinking nothing will change and ill maintain the same high, I was dead wrong. I am exhausted as soon as I get out of bed, I am exhausted from driving to work, I am exhausted from having my breakfast, I am so exhausted that I could fall asleep in the middle of a meeting with my boss; and I don’t even notice when I am drifting off to slumberland. I am too exhausted to go out for lunch; and by the time I get home and go to bed, my exhaustion has turned to irritation coz I can’t believe I have to do it again tomorrow. And don’t even get me started on the throwing up and nausea… See my life!
Week 10 My little angel, a heartbeat in my womb.
I’m due for my first scan. A miraculous experience, I’m throbbing to see how the baby looks in mummy’s womb.
A close colleague who is also pregnant but a little ahead of me in weeks has been giving me small talks on what to expect.
She tells me there’s nothing like the first scan,
“Once you hear your baby’s heartbeat, you will cry, it’s amazing”
Friday afternoon, I’m counting down the hours to 5 pm so I can dash off to the clinic.
Time is dragging, as it always does on Friday afternoon. I’ve never quite understood why time slows down right before the weekend.
So the imaginary school bell that rings at 5pm finally goes off and I run to the clinic right next door from the office.
The queue in the clinic on Fridays is monstrous. You literally wait for your turn faithlessly hoping the people before you give up and go home.
But pregnant women rarely ever say “I will come tomorrow…”
And maybe my gynae is the best around because the number of pregnant women waiting outside his door makes me wonder if these clinics can be done via self-medication.
Bad idea! If you’re reading this and you’re a mum to be, don’t for any reason ignore the importance of clinics.
Finally, at around 8:30 pm, I did my first scan and it was breathtaking.
My hubby exaggerates. He says he saw the baby smiling like me.
See it’s quite hard to tell whether what you see is indeed a baby.
But hearing a heartbeat inside of you is the most beautiful sound a mother can hear. My little one has a heart and I find myself praying that as they prepare to come to this world that is sometimes heartless, may his/her heart always remain pure and loving.
Today I read a beautiful thing…
“Don’t buy me things you wish you had growing up…teach me things you wish you knew growing up”
I hope to teach this child the things I have learned along the way.