Prior to being pregnant, I did pray very hard for a daughter. I had an inkling that once I was pregnant – that it might be a girl but I have nothing solid to put my hat on.
Of course there were loads of old wives tales (tips) circulating around the WWW but I never did get a proper ultrasound session of which my sonographer/friend/medical officer was damn sure I’m going to have a girl. The Chinese birth chart predicted I was going to have a boy. So i can never be certain.
Retrospectively however – there were some clues that perhaps pointed towards me carrying a Nini.
- Horrible morning sickness as compared to my previous pregnancy with Ee. It was glaringly significant up to the point I had ketones in my urine which indicated how dehydrated I was
- I had a ‘natural glow’ which warranted no makeup whatsoever throughout my gestation. this however is in contrast to the belief that if you were to have a girl you would be grooming yourself really nice with makeup and what not. Also you’d be having zits all over the face – but I didn’t have any.
- I had less body hair. Somehow. It took longer than usual for me to have another shave of the legs and ‘friends’. It’s like the bulu bulu just don’t want to grow
- Sleeping on right lateral was more comfortable for me and that was something people tend to associate with having a girl.
- Simple instinct but just wouldn’t say it out loud
Hence you could imagine how excited I was when Nini came out. We have a girl!! LOL. GIRLS ARE JUST MAGICAL. Even if the baby came out as a Hakeem, I’d probably do a similar blogpost that highlights signs which points him out as a boy during my pregnancy. Ha ha ha. This is a merely for fun after all.
Eversince Datuk Siti announced her successful pregnancy after a few attempts of IVF – people are starting to share stories of their own infertility journey. Which is good. The public is more aware of their options in trying for a child. It would be nice of course to also bring Prof Dr Imelda’s concern regarding these health facilities to at the same time, provide neonatal intensive care services for expecting parents of multiple pregnancies instead of letting government facilities figure it out once the babies arrive.
We too experienced secondary infertility. Did IVF came into mind? Yes, in fact Mr Husband suggested we give it a go at a local private Obs and Gynae clinic. I was the hesitant one. Because although cost is not an issue – its the commitment and emotional roller coaster involved that I’m worried about. Not to mention the invasive examination and procedures I will need to go through later on.
Yup, still hesitant even after 5 years of ‘trying’. Meaning frequent ‘wrestling’ sessions even though we love to sleep more after a tiring day at work with our invented method of teknik takungan. *rolleyes* Diligent calorie counting and attempts at exercise to get that optimum BMI to increase chances of conceiving. Lots of sedekah. Mountains of prayers and dua’s on the prayer mat at early hours of the morning and also through friends going for Hajj. I even made a promise to Mr Husband that if we have a successful pregnancy, I will file for a transfer to a different and better work environment. With the hope that this effort will have redha laki. Ha ha ha.
We were close to finally getting an intervention at the facility early this year when boom – I was tested positive in my urine test. Only Allah knows how relieved I was of not having to go through the journey of speculum examination, for instance.
So this is essentially a precious, wanted pregnancy. My experience of carrying this little munchkin is also way different from how it was with my firstborn. He/she is currently at 35 weeks and I really hope that we’d make it through till the end. While we can try our best to make this a safe pregnancy – only Allah knows what is happening inside the womb in detail.
May the baby be safe from the viruses I’ve come across during my working hours. May the baby be hindered from all the negative emotions and thoughts I encountered in my daily life. May the baby grow to be well and healthy. I can tell that my firstborn is very excited waiting for his/her arrival that he’s already picked a name for both gender. Ha ha.
In fact, may I also be safe throughout the delivery so I could see this gift that we’ve been waiting for such a long time. InsyaAllah. Amin.
A lot of good things happened on this date.
It was Mr Husbands birthday. Made spaghetti carbonara and bought a cake which we ate at home.
And the end of my 1st trimester. My little Syazmin ( this will be his/her first name) is supposed to have fingerprints now and is as big as an egg. My chances of having a miscarriage like my previous one is also reduced. InsyaAllah – no surprises. The last thing I want is to have PV bleed and to be unfortunate working with my male colleagues. Erkkk..
Am I feeling better now? Well.. my mornings are easier as I can have breakfast (thank you placenta for taking over the hormone production stuff) but the nights are still making me queasy and uncomfortable. Its that unexplained rumble in the tummy and that acid reflux that never seems to pass (unless I force myself to sleep with 2 pillows up). I still dislike eating rice and prefer noodles, toast or french fries instead.
On a different note, I need to look into getting my capsule maternity wardrobe. My pants does not fit anymore *cry blood like Vivy* nor does my FA scrubs. My normal working blouse are making my boobs feel too snug and big. Huhu.
I have my antenatal appointment due next week. Which means I’m binging on mineral water to flush possible stones and bacteria thus am ever so compliant with my Ural Sachets. *meh*
finally, my HoboMinci is starting to look more colourful. Dah ada mood nak tulis2 sket.