Wahhh tajuk.. Apart from the lemang, rendang, ketupat, lontong and all the Raya dishes I consumed during this raya holiday.. there is ‘something’ else inside me.. ‘Something’ that we have been waiting for quite some times now when it comes it almost feels magical..
Yes, you guessed it right! I’m pregnant!
I thought I’d blog again another 6 months or so (so much of the enthusiasm in the last post – pfftt went down the drain). But I guess this news deserves its own post, heck it deserves its own blog!🙂
A few days before I checked using UPT (I used Dip n Tell Rm10 or so), I sensed something is not right. I didn’t ate too much but I kept on vomitting. I remembered we went to Mak Tam’s house for raya, she served nasi lemak and I was so hungry I ate like a cow (female one lah.. more polite). Then before going back (still at her house), I vomitted everything. Hungry again.. Huhu
Other signs were:
(i) I ate laksa my SIL’s cook. Why you asked? I never eat laksa and never fancy them. But it just happened, I opened the pot and serve myself to not one but two servings. (I vomitted anyways) but the point is, before this I never liked laksa at all and never even tempted to try them!
(ii) Went to Giant to buy some stuff. Picked-up sanitary pads (usually I bought the biggest, easy no need to buy few times). Yet I put them back on the shelves with a thought ‘eh who knows I might be pregnant this month’
(iii) Raya – I keep on posting on FB that this is our 2nd raya together and next year there will be four of us. Finger crossing it’s a twin!🙂
Then, that day (21 July) I was already 22 days late anyway (normal for my case – so really, not an issue). I kept on vomitting since morning. So I rushed to the pharmacy during office hour, tested it and waited anxiously for the line to turn red. Ok.. first red. Nevermind, normal lah negative, as usual. As I was about to wash the peeing stick, suddenly another line came up makes the total to two (positive). I was so shocked I shed a tear. Done washing it, I get out of the loo and texted Mr B straight away – urgent, call me back!
Within a second he called me, are you ok dear?
B, I’m pregnant! (The most awaited phrases since 1.5 years ago but we do sometimes say it out of fun!)
Whatttttt????? He, on the other end. ‘Why you tell me now, tak surprise !! Should’ve waited another hour until I picked u!’
Cannot wait already laaaaaaa!!!!! Ceh, dare asking me to keep it secret another hour. Who can tahan?
There, the day that we know you are inside us, baby Q (not necessarily will name him/her with a Q, but for now it should d0).
We promised to keep it sealed until we know for sure (plan to meet doctor the next day) but being the big-mouth that he is, he spill the beans at my uncle’s that night when we were there for beraya. There, and for all we know the whole world knows by tomorrow morning🙂
The next day we went to the doctor, did a urine test and the nurse came out of the doctor’s room smiling. Once inside the consultation room, the doctor said – it’s positive, congratulations! She gave us the (thoroughly washed, I hope) UPT for remembrance, erk!
When it came from a professional’s mouth, barulah nak percaya.. Hehe.. Now we are proud parents to an 8-weeks fetus. Hoping that baby Q survived this ordeal and see the world on 8th March 2017. In sya Allah..
Your prayers are all we need..