“I am pregnant!” The moment I said these three words, I saw my husband look at me with a certain sense of disbelief. I thought he would jump and hug me. Instead, it took him good 15 minutes to realize and decipher what I was saying…
The next few months were tricky… or bad… or weird… I don’t have the perfect word for the nauseous-elephant me. There were days when I was restricted to the bed. I hated being jailed, no going out and no climbing the stairs. Worst, I was unable to tolerate food, even fries made me puke. The world looked sad but there was only one thing, the little heart beating inside me that kept me going.
Being pregnant is hard; at least that was the case for me. I would count days hoping the final day would come soon. It was easy to ignore the feeling of labor when every twinge and tightness would make me jump. Emergency; but that was not the case. That is what being pregnant is like; you become super observant and… superstitious. I thought being pregnant is like… a feeling of awesomeness… the idea of experiencing a baby move and glide underneath your skin, but it was different. I also thought or maybe because that’s what the television shows us that being pregnant is like you are the apple of everyone’s eye. My experience taught me that carrying a baby is no big deal; the passerby will bump and push you in the queue for his turn and that brat will not empty his seat for you on the bus. Your husband will continue to fight with you and there will be days when you will have to survive without food.
Apart from all the lows of pregnancy, being pregnant is like an achievement; at least for you. It is a feeling of being blessed with the title of a ‘mother’. And when you finally survive your never ending nine months journey, you are ready to welcome the most beautiful creature on earth. Tiny hands and tiny feet, the gleaming eyes and pleasing smile, your life is now complete.