M expectancy news is true
Farida Hassan is expecting her first baby and she is ecstatic. We join her on her exciting journey.
My bump has finally started showing! I am five months well into my pregnancy, and it is so exciting. Now people know my expectancy news is true. Speaking of which, is there something about expectancy that transforms people who are dose to one into angels of mercy and love?
Take for example my husband who has been practicing his culinary skills every other while. This particular month, he has been exceptionally helpful by ensuring that when he gets home before me. a steaming, delicious meal is on the dinner table before I step into the house. My tired self is so thankful that were it not for the fatigue. I would wish to be always pregnant. And not forgetting the sweet words that come in plenty from him. What more would a girl want when showered with so much attention and love? Maybe that is why my parents have been complaining that I do not go to see them as often as before.
Colleagues are particularly helpful when I am in need of a helping hand to perform a task here and there. It only takes a mention of the deed to have a request granted. Oh. what bliss. But I am not sleeping! I have to persistently explain that to everyone who catches me snoozing. I do it at every opportune moment. I am just thinking very hard with my eyes closed. I am thinking of when the baby will be here and how my life will change. I am thinking of my present time and work. I am laying strategies that will enable me to reduce my workload so that by the time the baby is here. I do not have to work extra hours.
Forgetting has become part of my strongest qualities. First, it was the handbag I forgot in a matatu one morning while going to work; I did not realize what had happened till I sat down to take my coffee. And even when I went to the stage to try tracing the particular vehicle that had carried me, it was difficult to remember which one it was. To make matters worse, I now have spread my forgetful habit to extend to other people’s stuff, namely, my husband’s. This has caused regular fights, a fact that I am determined to change. Take for example when we were alighting from a matatu the other day, and he asked me to help him carry his documents in an envelope.
We had to run errands which required us to visit the supermarket and a chemist before we could finally go home. When we got home, he asked me for the envelope and I could not trace back at which point I had lost it. Was it in the matatu, at the supermarket, on the way to the chemist, or at the chemist? We had to retrace our steps, with my tired husband not amused at all. My response? ‘I am not usually this forgetful darling, it is the baby’. That cooled him down.
Do you see? It is hard for him to stay angry at me for a long period. There are days I do not feel like talking to him—the moods, again! He understands and actually seems to understand even when I angrily and unintentionally say on his face unkind words. He looks for ways to satisfy my whims. Hopefully, the roller coaster will end with the birth of our baby. Meanwhile, I have to take one day at a time.
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