When happiness and (morning)-sickness go hand in hand! - First Trimester of Pregnancy.
It was November 2015. I just got back from India after 2 weeks of
festivities and celebrations for a wedding in the family. I had so much
fun and did not want to come back, but I was also extremely exhausted.
It felt like I was coming down with something. Add to that the jet lag,
and I felt half dead. Few days later, we got to know that I am
pregnant! A wonderful moment worth celebrating, but all I could do was
get back into bed and sleep for as long as I could.
The pregnancy symptoms slowly set in. I was battling severe fatigue,
nausea and sickness and again, all I wanted to do was eat and sleep. And
eat I did, like a person who hadn't eaten in days, but only to feel
sick and nauseated just minutes later. Only two of my closest friends
and immediate family knew about my pregnancy and I started getting
advised on Do's and Dont's. I just nodded at whatever people said but I
was only feeling sick and not pregnant. Is this how all pregnancies
feel? I was feeling guilty that I was not excited enough for this
special phase in my life.
"Let's
check the heartbeat and see how the baby's doing", said the mid-wife at
my 8 week appointment. Even before I could compose myself, there it
was, my baby's heartbeat. To be honest, it was sounding like a bat's
voice echoing through a dark and wet cave. At this very moment, me and
my husband managed to gaze at each other and I could see a glow in his
eyes - It was a special moment!
10 weeks pregnant: First ultrasound, and I was so excited that I could
spot and see my baby. There it was... tiny, hands, tiny feet, tiny head.
Everything was perfect and this was the moment the feeling of being
pregnant sank in and I said to myself "Wow! There's my baby!". This
moment was even more special than the previous one. "Can you tell if
it's a boy or a girl?", my husband, not sure if it was a good time to
ask so. "50% chance that it is a boy!", joked the ultrasound technician,
and chuckled. He knew it was a lame joke, and probably used it all the
time!
It was too early to know the gender of the baby, but I still went home elated.
P.S: This post was written and published after I made my pregnancy announcement at 12 weeks.
