PREGGO JITTERS

2 Months after my dowery payment (ruracio) I discovered that am paged.... I wasn't scared but I knew some people were.... I was happy as we both wanted the baby....
Hubby was happy n he just could not hide it... We had to go to hospital to confirm and trust me it was even more exciting.
Plans had to be made no..... Rather changed.... My wedding got postponed as we did not want to jeopardize the situation neither did I want to be a pregnant bride. I know some are comfortable with that but I was not.
The first 7.5 months were not easy for us,Baby hubby n I...  Juggling between hospital,sick bed n work. Throwing up anything that tried to make its way down my throat. I lost so much weight and my collar bones became so pronounced.
I started regretting why but I thank God hubby was always there for me. I remember one time coming from work my feet refused to move.. Stuck at tiles and carpet gate on Mombasa road. I had to sit on the grass and call him.
He literally left work and came for me. I cried the whole time as I felt like my situation was getting worse day by day and how hard he was struggling to help me get through that.
I used to wake up about 5 times at night to just throw up and diarrhoea at the same time and he would wake up and just watch me not knowing what to do. When am done he would help me up, take me to bed and just watch over me not even blinking until I fell asleep.
It was a bad situation.. And the fact that I couldn't stomach anything made it even harder for him.
My back was another problem... My feet literally looked like I had Elephantitis, My head was not giving me time to relax, my bum was always on fire from the numerous diarrhoea, My throat as I was made to believe got horrible bruises from the puking, and still I had to be my husband's wife. I had to cook clean and make his bed... Iron his clothes and go to work without complaining and still he would help me out.
I hated scented soaps.. Made everyone in the house to use menengai barsoap.. Heheheh...  No perfumes as well.
Oh God it was tough. Felt like I had rented an expired body to live in.
Still I had to work. From Monday to Saturday... Get up as early as 4:30 leave the house on Thika road and go all the way to Mombasa Road throw up along the way obviously... (used to walk with a paper bag for that) With the traffic on both roads...


................to be continued

Comments

  1. Van11 June 2015 at 08:38

    And the journey continues...
    Pregnancy, especially for a first time mum is purely a journey into the unknown. Every feeling is new and strange... No one tells the story better than one who's been on that journey. Bless you swty. And bless that man who's held your hand all the way. Baby is lucky to have you both.

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