Notes on motherhood #1

It was summer during the last few weeks of my pregnancy. I spent those days resting, my hands too swollen to type; my feet too swollen to walk. My favourite spot was the living area. I used to open the balcony door and let the cool air – and the mosquitoes – in. There IContinue reading “Notes on motherhood #1”

Bring it on

During the past seven months, I’ve read heaps about pregnancy. What to expect when you are expecting has become my bedside companion. I’ve read every page and still go back to the bits that explain what happens every week. I also spent many hours reading Essential Baby blogs and forums, Fit Pregnancy articles, Marie Mongan’sContinue reading “Bring it on”

When you honestly don’t know what your baby will look like

I look like my father. I have his eyes, his hands, his calves, and his forehead. My arms look like my aunt’s. I’m as hairy as my grandpa. My teeth are as crooked as my mum’s — although eight years of braces fixed that. My nose looks just like my grandma’s. I’m my father’s daughterContinue reading “When you honestly don’t know what your baby will look like”

Countdown to week 24

For most women, making it to week 12 is reassuring enough, but not for me. Although it’s true that once you hit the 12-week mark, you are out of the risk-of-miscarriage zone and enter the joyful second trimester, things can still go wrong. After week 13, pregnancy feels like the real thing. Chances are you’veContinue reading “Countdown to week 24”

Please stop telling me what to do, I already know

The last time someone told me not do or eat something was like 30 years ago, when I was overloading my system with carbs and ice-cream, and my parents thought it would be a good idea to make me stop. Most probably they also forbade me to do something during my teenage years, but IContinue reading “Please stop telling me what to do, I already know”

Fertility journeys

You, yes, you. The smug woman who got pregnant without even trying and therefore thinks that it’s that way for everyone. You, the one who had twins naturally and complains all the time. And you, the one who thinks that not having kids is a blessing. All of you shut up. As much as IContinue reading “Fertility journeys”

Some stories are never forgotten

Memories that have been shushed for ages resurface when one least expect it. When I was six years old, Mrs M, my adoptive mother got pregnant. At the time, I was obsessed with Alice in Wonderland and had asked my parents if we could name my sister Alice. Thirty-six years ago, I didn’t know IContinue reading “Some stories are never forgotten”

My father the gynecologist

GPs and specialists alike usually commend me on my grasp of medical terminology. They find it hard to understand that a ‘commoner’ can ask them about karyotypes, talk about genes, and show concern about the length of the cervix during the second trimester of pregnancy. The mere fact that I can utter the word ‘vagina’Continue reading “My father the gynecologist”