Bismillah
With the beautiful blessing of pregnancy comes a world full of people who have suddenly become expert gynaecologists, GPs, baby’s-sex predictors, psychologists etc. They all want in on this fabulous period.
The Psychologists...
When you express your anger, frustrations or anything with passion, they are there to explain that you are not yourself; it is the pregnancy hormones that are causing you act like this. Then they advise everybody not to take you seriously because you are just acting out a page from your diary of a mad black pregnant woman. Ok? Can I also kill someone & blame it on the hormones?
The baby’s sex predictors
Oh you crave for sweet treats? You are having a girl. Yeah! It’s definitely a girl. Oh! Look at your stomach? It sits quite low, it’s a boy! What? you feel all big and ugly? I it’s definitely a girl, she is stealing all your beauty.
The Physicians
You are still exercising? Do not strain yourself too much. Just rest, let your husband cook. Don’t run. Don’t sit on the floor; sit on a high chair with cushions. Always keep warm.
The dieticians
Don’t drink soft drinks; your baby will have yellow jaundice. LOL
With the exception of my husband and mother, who just know me too well to fall for my tricks.
During this delicate time, I have been hiking, taking 5km walks, entertaining myself with optical illusions, travelling, baking, cooking, reading, and solving mathematical problems. As I lay all my cards out, I do realise there are women who have tough pregnancies. Alhmadulillah my pregnancy has been progressing well. I do not feel like killing my hubby for “making” me pregnant, nor storming out and shutting doors behind a hot argument. All i feel is calm fabulousity. I love the baby kicking, i love this perfectly round belly, it has brought so much of joy and radiance in my marriage. I am tempted though to tell a few people a thing or two, and i know i will get away with it.
So, all the experts out there, I enjoy playing the many roles expected from a pregnant woman, however I am sorry to disappoint you all. I am not craving for beetroot juice with a grass sandwich.
All I am is SimplySakina who is renting out her belly to another creature for a while.
Peace
