Week 28+

I am hoping for a boy, because I love the way sons dote on their mothers. Plus, logistically it will be more convenient to have two kids share a room. If it's going to be another girl, I will need to figure out how to make room for three in that one bedroom :)
But really, it doesn't matter THAT much. Dr Suhaimi said in the last visit that he would bet all his money on a girl. That was at 5th month pregnancy. A boy's scrotum would only descend in the 6th month, so I told Dr Suhaimi to not tell me so I could still hope and pray for a boy. Frankly though, my own gut feeling says it will be a girl. We'll see, baby, we'll see.

The baby is going to be delivered in early November, if God wills it. I am excited, can't wait to finally meet that mystery person that Allah has kindly bestowed upon me, the one that feeds on what I eat, that breathes the enriched amniotic fluid my body provides for. Imagine a being so dependent on you, so much part of you in a way that no other will. To repeat the journey each one of us once walked with our mothers, imagine the circle to close, to be completed in such a way that only through His miracle such thing could happen. I just can't get over it! Am everyday awed by the wonders of pregnancy and motherhood.

See you soon, baby. Won't be long now. In the meantime, try not to push me too hard, ok?

Week 28

It is the third trimester now. So fast time seems to run by. While I do look forward for this whole episode to end with the baby's grand entrance into my life, I do feel a bit of dread, a bit of regret. This most probably will be my last pregnancy, never again will I have a squirming baby in my womb or the back ache, the indigestions, flatulence, spots on my face and the ever-persisting ache all over from top to toe. As uncomfortable as pregnancies may be, as 'bumpy' as the road (and my body) may be, it is a one-of-a-kind kind of experience, and I feel privileged by it all. Thinking that I will never experience the journey again makes me feel somewhat sad.

The baby is very active - sometimes it jabs me so hard that it hurts. But yaounde know what, I love it. It's a private moment, bonding moment only me and the baby know. I make Yamtuan and the kids put their hands on my bloated tummy to feel the movement but they can never exactly feel what I feel. How privileged is that?