jehann's diary

Christopher and myself had discussed having a baby as there has been a spate of people announcing they were pregnant recently.  We both decided that it would be a nice event  that we both would like,  but would  have to be something that would happen when it was right.

It obviously felt right a lot sooner than we had imagined. I can remember people commenting on my very flushed look (colleagues at work, my mum),  feeling hot for no particular reason but just saw it as a result of  me rushing around.  Also I had a work’s do at the end of March and remember not feeling right but just put it down to a dodgy drink, fancy sauces.

By the start of April I began to think that there was another possible explanation and told Chris about my suspicions.  He applied Mr Spock logic and suggested buying a pregnancy test.  A simple solution but one that is hard to implement.  I felt sure that I would bump into someone just before being able to conceal it in a boot’s bag and then would follow an awkward conversation.  We surreptitiously went to the relevant section and managed to purchase swiftly and smoothly.  The next stage was to actually see the result.

I went upstairs and within three minutes  I still denied the faint line I saw.  I showed  Chris who with scientific background saw the conclusive result.  I was still not sure and so carried out another test early the next morning I don’t know what expecting.

However this time the line was a lot clearer and the reality began slowly to dawn on me.

The next step was to see my doctor in the local surgery to see what we needed to do.  Once again I felt sure that We would bump into Chris’s Nan, aunty, uncle and my mum and dad.  I almost chose a Greta Garbo number but no such incident occurred.

I have been to see my doctor about different things but this was the first time that I said that I had thought I was pregnant.   Mr Christopher came with me for moral support which made me feel a lot better.  I said that I wasn’t really sure that I was. Her reaction was if the test results on two occasions were positive than it would seem that I was. I then had to book an appointment with the midwife within the next few days.  I suppose it sounds funny but once more I felt I may bump into someone and I remember the receptionist shouting ( at least it seemed so to me) “Ms. Romaya the midwife will see you now”.

It was a very brief meeting. They basically took down my details and said that they would be passed to someone within Llandough hospital.  I would have to have a scan which would be important in assessing how old the baby was and give us a date of birth.   

For Christopher it was a fairly eventful time as he was approaching the next decade , was leaving his job, and was about to become a father.  He handled the news very well but wanted to tell people at his birthday weekend.  I felt we should firstly check 110% that it was not just in my imagination and should then tell our mums and dads.

Chris agreed but on the day of his birthday after several bevies and being on a high from 300 games on the go karts., he very nearly let it slip.  He asked for permission loudly to tell the others the big news.  Henry heard this and asked what the news was.

Chris did not say anything in the end which was a mega achievement given his inebriated state.

It took a long time to receive a date for the scan but eventually we were given the date June 13^th.  I booked the day off in order to have plenty of time to prepare myself. I drank loads of water as requested in the letter as this apparently helps to produce a clearer scan if the bladder is full.  We decided to go for a nice relaxing lunch in Vancouver’s but were literally only able to sit down and then had to leave as I had misread the time and we were due to be there within the next 20 minutes.

From experiencing that pleasant, relaxed concept of time we reached the manic panic stage.  We managed to get there but then we were faced  with the mega difficult challenge of being able to park the car.  Having gone round what seemed like thousands of times, I decided to go in the Ante-natal clinic by myself.

I was very nervous going in as there were lots of heavily pregnant ladies who seemed to be used to the mamma condition.  I waited for Christopher to come in and was then led through to the scan area.

We paid our £3 for photographs.  I could feel myself getting more and more nervous and in need of the toilet.

Finally it was our turn. I lay down and had this jelly squirted on my stomach.  Within about 30 seconds we had the screen facing us and what I had imagined would just be a view of the pasty I had had for lunch, was transformed into a little figure of just 12 cm.

I really could no longer deny what I saw before me.  Christopher seemed equally surprised and happy at what he saw. 

The rest of the visit consisted of discussion of the risks that exist and the necessary following appointments to have.

I was a bit stunned by it all. In a slightly dazed state we decided to announce the news to Mums, dads, and nanas. We then informed family members (brothers, sisters etc.), and  friends.

I have to say that the receptions we received were very positive and warm which was encouraging.

The next step was to inform work. I remember going in on Friday, the day after the scan and a colleague mimed patting her stomach.  I thought that she perhaps somehow knew although I had only found out for sure myself the day before.

She was in fact telling me that another female member of staff had announced she was pregnant the day before. I could not tell anyone until my boss came back from her holidays a week later. On her return, We had meetings individually to discuss the next month’s targets and when the question “Are there any other points you would like to raise Jehann?” came up,  I made my announcement.  My boss definitely looked a bit shocked by the news but was very positive and congratulated us on the happy event.

I must say that I have felt a lot more comfortable and relaxed now that people know.

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