GrumbleNot

I start to press the car's accelerator a little harder, desperate to make it through the last 3 km to reach the finishing line ... the humble little toilet bowl at home!

I grit my teeth hard as i make the call to Mr T, asking him to open the gates as well as our front door and to roll out the red carpet all the way from the main entrance to the bathroom as i race home from work that evening. My nausea was at an all-time high. I make it safely to the bathroom before i regurgitated the little that i had eaten that day.

As was the case during my pregnancies for Princesses No. 2 and No. 3, my evening sickness was back with a vengeance. I try not to grumble about the affliction as i think it is far better than morning sickness. That would really spoil your day. At least with the evening sickness, i could just force a cracker or 2 in, drowned with a hot cup of milo and have a hot shower before crawling into the comforts of our bed and sleeping it off.

Pimples also began making many unwelcomed appearances on my freckled face. As i did not have this problem with my 3 other pregnancies, i did quietly wonder whether this was a small sign that we were expecting Mark Junior......
A healthy baby was what we prayed for daily during the pregnancy...
This pregnancy was already an unexpected blessing ... being totally unplanned. Admittedly, having Mark junior would really be a double blessing.

Mr T was a great support during the first trimester. Left without a maid since March 2009, Mr T has been the one cleaning the girls up every evening, getting them ready for bed and attending to their every need whilst i zonked out in bed by 9.30 almost every evening during those trying first three months.

As for PIL [that is, my Papa-in-law], i noticed that he had been quietly trying to cook my favourite dishes in an effort to increase my appetite in the evenings. And it was much appreciated, though it made me feel guilty when i still could not eat much.

So despite the nausea, despite those horrible pimples, despite the extreme tiredness, despite the flatulence, despite the moodiness, i shall grumble not ... for there is a beautiful life growing inside me. Despite it all, we prayed hard for a perfectly healthy baby, with all his or her 10 fingers and 10 toes beatifully formed.
At the end of the day, that really was all that mattered.

~ Written from the Heart
by an Unexpectedly Expecting Mother of Four-to-be
besieged with pimples and freckles all competing for space on my face.