In an e-mail thread with a group of friends years ago, a response to a question on a newly-wed Mummy to be, was read,
“Really, I didn’t know that I was pregnant until the doctor said there’s a baby in my tummy!”
Being pregnant is full of wonderful daze …. Like what it going to be read …..
Husband – probably the proudest pea-COCK! It was a short and sweet effort. For once in his lifetime, he must have really appreciated the National Service Days at the Rifle Range. His marksmanship was proved the most sharp and accurate; hit the bull’s eye with full loaded shots. Or was it the incubation time happened to be just right? But why bother to hurt a man’s pride, after all, a baby makes a woman feels complete!
Feels complete? There again, imagine an empty barrel, just large and unfilled. However, a filled barrel is nice to acknowledge on. What’s more when the fill is really the best pour on the house! A son makes a father proud! Stop thinking about legacy and inheritance, what is there when one marries a common man.
Positive and negative factors were something that was learnt in Physical Science. Never thought that positive value equal to ecstatic and joys, until the Pregnancy Test kit indicated so.
Soon a lesson well-learnt, unprotected intimate relationship equals to pregnancy equals to ecstatic and joy equals to a wonderful roller-coaster ride.
Imagine having a man on your side, heavily drugged with doses of flu medication and that craving for a plate of delicacies about twenty minutes drive away in the midnight hour. Was it mother or baby who craves for it? Yes, baby does know about those fine dining and eateries but sure the taste buds are working extremely hard and arrogant. Choosing the best and sometime, strange and seasonal food one can ever find.
It was not a joke, when the dishes that one use to devour on suddenly became the worst enemies of a life time. And suddenly, those food that one label as untouchables before became the most sough after delicacies. There, isn’t the taste bud become oddly hardworking and arrogant?
NAUSEA is the best visitor in town in making the toilet bowls new found best friends. Suddenly, there are no more fusses over dirty toilets or drains or even fear of the stopping by the sides of the highways. And as the weight gets higher, the tougher it works on the bladder. Toilet visits for some drips of water becomes regularly. Peeing every five minutes in an hour is mission possible. Constipation is an added weight, but the urges of letting go were bigger than the amount that was eventually let go. It’s really hard to let go.
DIET – is a passé. Remember what the doctor says – eat moderately and eat while one still can. There will be days where the craving stops and suddenly when hunger strikes, the taste buds reject all choices and options available. As a result, minds are filled with probing questions on what to serve for the King Tot!
Being sexy during the early conception period spells, naked on the bed with the air-con and fan at full blasts. Suddenly, the freezer compartment of the newly purchased refrigerator is not doing its job although it chicken can be full frozen in less than an hour. Being sexy also means putting weight on the right places. For awhile, the airport runaways have been replaces by two gigantic twin peaks. The bums are protruding at a very, very desirable manner.
But intimacy is not in the house. Suddenly, the garbage trucks smell better than the husband’s hair or body. The pet on the bed suddenly becomes a pest which is to be ditched to the corner of the bed. Distance is important, the further the better. But pest is not beastly encounter, this pest is good for those sudden cramps on the legs or body aches, at least with the groggy rub downs in the middle of the nights. Pest is also an efficient worker at running errands that are painful to the legs or mere laze.
Baby watching is the scanning days. It is more interesting to watch the hubby’s facial expressions than the blur images of the baby on the monitor screen. The big giant suddenly shrinks to a Tom Thumb – intellectually to be precise. Looking hard at the photos of the scans trying to find testicles and shaft at the blur image and point them to the village folks. He suddenly forgets the road ethics, stopping by the road to confirm that the blur image are with complete set of head, legs, body and hands. Then smiling at himself sheepishly. Maybe he was thinking about the tadpole’s image of human’s sperm, to confirm that the shaft is actually not a tail of a certain species of frog or toad.
But the best ever, is the movements of the future Golden Boots Award Winner for the English Premier League winner. It ranges from a simple kicks to bicycle kicks, any hour of the days when the Man of the Match is in the house. The feeling is of an ardent fan. And definitely, they are the best times of the entire daze. Knowing that it tries to share it’s thoughts with the happy mother.
I am,
Tyro
“Really, I didn’t know that I was pregnant until the doctor said there’s a baby in my tummy!”
Being pregnant is full of wonderful daze …. Like what it going to be read …..
Husband – probably the proudest pea-COCK! It was a short and sweet effort. For once in his lifetime, he must have really appreciated the National Service Days at the Rifle Range. His marksmanship was proved the most sharp and accurate; hit the bull’s eye with full loaded shots. Or was it the incubation time happened to be just right? But why bother to hurt a man’s pride, after all, a baby makes a woman feels complete!
Feels complete? There again, imagine an empty barrel, just large and unfilled. However, a filled barrel is nice to acknowledge on. What’s more when the fill is really the best pour on the house! A son makes a father proud! Stop thinking about legacy and inheritance, what is there when one marries a common man.
Positive and negative factors were something that was learnt in Physical Science. Never thought that positive value equal to ecstatic and joys, until the Pregnancy Test kit indicated so.
Soon a lesson well-learnt, unprotected intimate relationship equals to pregnancy equals to ecstatic and joy equals to a wonderful roller-coaster ride.
Imagine having a man on your side, heavily drugged with doses of flu medication and that craving for a plate of delicacies about twenty minutes drive away in the midnight hour. Was it mother or baby who craves for it? Yes, baby does know about those fine dining and eateries but sure the taste buds are working extremely hard and arrogant. Choosing the best and sometime, strange and seasonal food one can ever find.
It was not a joke, when the dishes that one use to devour on suddenly became the worst enemies of a life time. And suddenly, those food that one label as untouchables before became the most sough after delicacies. There, isn’t the taste bud become oddly hardworking and arrogant?
NAUSEA is the best visitor in town in making the toilet bowls new found best friends. Suddenly, there are no more fusses over dirty toilets or drains or even fear of the stopping by the sides of the highways. And as the weight gets higher, the tougher it works on the bladder. Toilet visits for some drips of water becomes regularly. Peeing every five minutes in an hour is mission possible. Constipation is an added weight, but the urges of letting go were bigger than the amount that was eventually let go. It’s really hard to let go.
DIET – is a passé. Remember what the doctor says – eat moderately and eat while one still can. There will be days where the craving stops and suddenly when hunger strikes, the taste buds reject all choices and options available. As a result, minds are filled with probing questions on what to serve for the King Tot!
Being sexy during the early conception period spells, naked on the bed with the air-con and fan at full blasts. Suddenly, the freezer compartment of the newly purchased refrigerator is not doing its job although it chicken can be full frozen in less than an hour. Being sexy also means putting weight on the right places. For awhile, the airport runaways have been replaces by two gigantic twin peaks. The bums are protruding at a very, very desirable manner.
But intimacy is not in the house. Suddenly, the garbage trucks smell better than the husband’s hair or body. The pet on the bed suddenly becomes a pest which is to be ditched to the corner of the bed. Distance is important, the further the better. But pest is not beastly encounter, this pest is good for those sudden cramps on the legs or body aches, at least with the groggy rub downs in the middle of the nights. Pest is also an efficient worker at running errands that are painful to the legs or mere laze.
Baby watching is the scanning days. It is more interesting to watch the hubby’s facial expressions than the blur images of the baby on the monitor screen. The big giant suddenly shrinks to a Tom Thumb – intellectually to be precise. Looking hard at the photos of the scans trying to find testicles and shaft at the blur image and point them to the village folks. He suddenly forgets the road ethics, stopping by the road to confirm that the blur image are with complete set of head, legs, body and hands. Then smiling at himself sheepishly. Maybe he was thinking about the tadpole’s image of human’s sperm, to confirm that the shaft is actually not a tail of a certain species of frog or toad.
But the best ever, is the movements of the future Golden Boots Award Winner for the English Premier League winner. It ranges from a simple kicks to bicycle kicks, any hour of the days when the Man of the Match is in the house. The feeling is of an ardent fan. And definitely, they are the best times of the entire daze. Knowing that it tries to share it’s thoughts with the happy mother.
I am,
Tyro
