The Silly Exuberance of the First Pregnancy

Any new adventure has a novelty and I think this is in every way true for the first pregnancy. When my midwife wrote in my hospital notes at our appointment 4 weeks ago that Baby had engaged, I went all abuzz with excitement.  It reinforced my conviction that Baby will arrive early.  And with no previous experience, I took my midwife's words as a sure sign.  So sure was I, that I wrote such an affirmative status update on my FB that I had a long string of well wishes and "bon courage" messages from well-meaning friends.

Now, I feel sort of deflated. In fact, I feel silly, like the hen in the fairy tale who went around town clucking away about her achievement, because she had just laid one egg. Yes, Sir, ONE egg. 

But me... my one egg is still not laid...


What did I learn from this? That one should shout only when one has given birth? That one should be more reserved and not shout out one's happiness to the whole world?  Well, yes, all these went through my mind and I have to say that I did feel somewhat embarrassed by my excited trumpeting... and still no baby in sight. Sigh.

By now, friends are either sending excited emails of enquiry or worse, posting them on my FB Wall for the whole world to see, and still, I have no good news to share.  Others are writing words of encouragement or offering advice on how to treasure the remaining precious "me"/"couple"/"me-and-parents" time.  And the whole time, I just feel like a lame duck, a lame duck who has psyched myself and everyone up and finally psyched myself out of this whole pregnancy buzz.  


I wonder if this has got to do with my blood type. I remember watching one YouTube video about how different blood types react differently. And mine apparently is ever ready to shout out everything, the whole truth and nothing but the truth to the whole world regardless of tact/diplomacy/occasion. No holds barred... which now, on hindsight, is really not the best policy.


But that sounds like the easy way out for myself, to blame it all on biology.


So well, after a lot of thinking and yesterday's blog entry, I am resolved to feel free to be myself and not be apologetic for being me. And like the good, proud, one-egg mother hen, I feel entitled to be happy, to be exuberant, to embrace and luxuriate in my joy of my coming baby. 


I didn't carry this baby for one month or two, but for nine long months, which have been nothing short of a dramatic, eventful ride.  With all those rampaging hormones coursing around, I suppose I do feel at a higher HIGH than usual... And let's not forget that a happily rambling preggie is better than a grouchy, moping one - Henry will testify to that, I am sure :)  And by now, I am past the worry of birth pains; just come, I say!


So, my frens, if I have sounded like a broken record, going on about Baby coming, please be generous and indulge me, silly Kelly Belly.  This one-egg hen is all ready to meet her little cutie chickie! And hopefully, so is he ready to meet me.


Videoclip of Blood Type Experiment