20 weeks into my pregnancy we were to find out if it's a boy or a girl!! Phoebe or Phoebo (for all those who are friends addict like me ;)
We played a little game with both our family, where each one guesses if it's a boy or a girl and the winning side gets a treat from the losing side.. Maximum number of votes for a girl!! I felt it was a boy , hoped it was a girl.. Reason I wanted to go shopping with her, to the spa and do all the girly stuff with her.. My husband voted it's a girl and also prayed it's a girl.. Reason he wanted to pamper and spoil her to bits.. Verdict at ultrasound.. BOY!! Immediately I knew he's gonna be a mumma's boy(if there can be daddy's girl , why not mumma's boy).. I knew I would enjoy digging for tiny worms and not be bothered about my nails anymore.. or play with guns and bikes.. In the end I knew all that matters was a healthy baby be it boy or a girl ..
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They were just two 17 year olds when they met and fell in love with each other.. How life has changed for them since ..
All he wanted was to have a cool well paying job, sports bike sports car blah blah blah.. That's all she heard throughout their dating days.. Big Dreams.. She felt where does she fit in? Did he even love her? He loves his bike more than her.. Sigh!! She wanted a nice house which she would make it into their home.. Today he has a good job.. Lots of respect from his Colleagues, bosses.. Sports car and sports bike..nah he has a family car which she messes up everytime he cleans.. She did fit in and she fit in perfectly in his dreams.. They started being content with what they have.. They both realised that inner peace and happiness was all they both have always wanted.. They are still working together to buy their dream house which they want to make it into their home.. Till then they both know home is where they are together and that's where they belong ..together.. My first midwife visit, first scan, first baby.. Need I say more, I was just a bundle of nerves. Silent prayers - let all be fine..
My midwife was a 55+ lady who seemed very pleasant to talk to..As we entered her room, I noticed some posters of cute babies, baby in the tummy etc etc..Not what I was expecting.. What I had in mind were some dreadful equipments.. I started to breath.. Once she heard me out.. She explained that we would be meeting every month initially to discuss my birth plan.. I thought in my mind "what's a birth plan and how do you plan such this" ,"I go into labour , you deliver my baby" why should I have a birth plan? I mean " what's a birth plan".. I thought I would be meeting her just for a check up every month .. When I got a couple of minutes alone with my husband, I told him all that was on my mind.."Relax honey, check ups and doctors isn't that you are afraid of, is this not better? you get to plan, how you want to do it" Ohh!! I hadn't seen it like that.. This sounds much better than my way.. Thankfully, I started easing up to meeting my midwife every month.. We now had a very tough decision to make -selecting a midwife , who would not only help me deliver my baby but would be guiding me throughout my pregnancy..
Hence began the hunt for a perfect midwife.. We both had different ideas. My husband wanted someone very knowledgeable and experienced to handle his precious baby and wife.. On the other hand I wanted someone who would just be nice to talk to and understanding of my doubts and fears.. Needless to say, we picked the most knowledgeable and most experienced one. Luckily she did understand me and explained to me that I was not the first one with fears.. It was very normal.. Yay that was music to my ears.. I was not an odd one.. I could see my life changing, my body changing.. I felt different, I even smelt different .. Junk food was getting replaced by healthy food, fruits and nuts replaced my dear muffins.. I had to find the right balance.. I was told to get good rest, not to exert but not be to lazy either..I had to eat well (healthy) but I could cater to my cravings (unhealthy) as well (in moderation).. I had to take a break from my beloved coffee.. What I realised was I had to make some sacrifices, but the best part was no one had to compel me to . I willingly did it , even if I didn't want to.. I did everything that was good for my little bubs.. Maybe, that's the beginning of "Motherhood " , putting your child's needs before yours.. |
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