He didn’t want Yes for an answer

We had been married for five months before we started trying for a baby. The first month yielded nothing. The second, the same thing. That made us so nervous that there was tension in the house. I cried a lot and our conversations turned monosyllabic. During the day, my hubby, Bony, would call asking, ‘have you seen that stuff … (my periods): And for sure his tone said he did not want ‘Yes’ for an answer.

One time I got a crazy backache after travelling to see my mum-in-law, When I told her how I was feeling, she asked when my last period was. When I told her, she laughed saying, ‘You and your hubby are just so alike … really silly! Dash for a pregnancy test at the dispensary: On my way there, I called my hubby and unfolded the predicament. He told me to practically run to the hospital and call him right after I get to my results. Long story short, the kit read two lines and my hubby asked me to get on to the next bus to Nairobi. I have been treated like a queen since. I am 8 months gone.

He always asks what I want to eat and assists in making dinner, helps with the chores around the house, and we are the same bubbly friends who always see each other three times a day – now that our jobs allow for that.

First trimester was easy-wheezy. No cravings at all. I just grew so big – at three months I looked 5 months pregnant. None of my clothes could fit.

Countdown
Every morning we wake up, we are doing a doing a count down. It’s so much fun!One time I just surprised Bony with a baby-romper on the bed. I found him in deep contemplation, looking at the piece of clothe. And he happily asked, ‘We are actually going to have a baby?’ Since the baby started kicking at five months, they do it more than six times a day. There was this day the baby only kicked once and you should have seen our belly-rubbing obsession. I was dosing off that night exhausted from anxiety and the rigorous baby-waking exercise, and my hubby said we still needed to rub the belly some more! Which we did until he finally kicked … to our relief. Since then, the baby has been a super-kicker. He actually has just kicked.

Trying times
Waking up in the morning. I have become slow in practically everything. The main word here is lazy. I however appreciate my understanding boss and my flexi-hours’ job.

EDD plans
I shall have the baby where I am currently taking my clinics.

King or queen?
I don’t want to know just yet. l.et it be a surprise. If it’s a girl, I have the onus of naming her Pretta-Leah (the latter being after my lovely mum-in-law). If it’s a boy-the dad has Joe Cole, his favourite Chelsea player.

Family support
My mum calls me every day. If it so happens that I haven’t talked to her longer than this, I will not hear the end of it. I appreciate her for this. The same going for my mum-in-law. She never seems to tire of our endless questions on my status.

Unusuals
I am now off sodas and a have a gigantic zeal for fruits, steamed vegetables and milk. It’s amusing my hubby relishes that food as well. What a healthy family!

Hopes and plans
We want the baby to have the great life we never had. However, we want to be careful not to force our opinions done his throat. We want to soak our child in Christian teachings. And my church knows better. You won’t believe that I go for what is commonly known as Sunday school-the church’s requirement for every expectant mother. The essence is to have me equipped with the Christian teachings from the word go.

END: PG 37 /16-17