Cherishing that tiny heart beat

I have been requested on and on  to write about my experiences with three pregnancies and apparently motherhood that follows. As a person who is obsessed with privacy, I have always kept my personal and professional arenas at bay. Nevertheless, I was unable to misheed the requests. Hence here I am with my first post in the series Prengancy and motherhood.

It is a mandatory custom in Indian household to be ready with the question ” When can we see the little one ” exactly a month after marriage. It is as if marriage is a football match and folks around are waiting for the goal. ‘ The penis shoots the sperm it dodges the forward, defense and tribbles the way through the opposite team goal post aka uterus. The goalkeeper aka egg dives in the air and catches the ball And it’s  a GOAL sorry zygote’. Does it work that way???  Sadly the women folks who knows about the reality are the ones to sit in the gallery and wait for the goal. Following the custom, I was also asked the same question ” When can we see the little one” not by my family though. 

Nothing prepares you for the big news but experience. No biotechnological knowledge prepared me to understand that the spotting I found was not due to climate change or honeymoon stress but a tiny dot in my womb. Again presuming the dark spot was misplaced ‘chums’ I waited for a month more for the next blood in the moon which never came. That was a moment when I came face to face with the motherhood question. Am I or Am I not? Instead of choosing the easy way of the UPT or the Urine Pregnancy  Test at home, we went to the hospital right away. The first question that the doctor asked me was ‘Did you do the UPT?’. Well, thankfully, without much cribbing, she prescribed a Urine test and asked us to wait. 

The moment came. YES IT’S positive. I mean really? ?? My husband was like ‘Are you sure?’. It took an hour more for the reality to sink in. The first instruction I got was not to tell anyone outside family till the third month. I couldn’t wait to but I did. Wait, wait and wait to tell my friends, relatives, cousins everyone. For me, till the seventh month or precisely 27 weeks everything was smooth and fine. What happened afterwards will be shared in the further posts.

Every Time, getting the positive UPT or passing the three month hurdle is not as easy as it seems. Next week we will see how to identify a positive and negative UPT and risks during the first three months.