On 15 March I was more than a week late, so I took a pregnancy test using First Response, which was pretty foolproof. It returned positive, and all of a sudden Bas couldn't get to sleep. I also couldn't wipe his grin off his face. We decided to see the doctor on the next day, to have the result double-checked.
On 16 March we went to Greenwoods Medical Centre on the way home and we talked to Dr Farquarson. The funny bit is that because of my pretty neutral reaction to the news, he had assumed that we hadn't planned this. He confirmed that I was 6 weeks pregnant and due on 7-8 November. That means we potentially conceived a Valentine's Day child.
He gave me a pregnancy information pack and advised that we could either go for a midwife, or use the services of an obstetrician. And that he hated home deliveries.
So far we broke the news to Oma Yoke, Uncle Thijs, Ong Ngoai Phong then Ba Ngoai Solange.
And all the food restrictions suck.
The beginning of two Tadpoles' lives
BIrthday tickers
