If you‘ve seen my instagram, then you would have already known. But if are one of those rare beings that don’t have instagram, then let me tell you here granny (or you might have guessed from this post’s category tag) that I am pregnant again.
I wanted to wait a bit more before I announced it, but my bump is so big so early this time round that I would like to save you the trouble of calling me a fatty behind my back. I’m not fat, ok?! *cries in a corner*
Allow me to take you back to the scene in my toilet a few weeks ago when I found out.
There I was (no need details, you get the point) holding the stick. I hadn’t gotten my period in 2 days and I’m never late (might be late to everything else, but my red aunty is never late). So I kind of expected the stick to be a plus sign. I took a deep breath and looked.
A very clear plus sign.
Whatttt, didn’t I just give birth a few minutes ago?!!!
You see, I’m the type that would laugh whenever someone asks me when I’m going to get pregnant with second child. “Oh another 2, 3 or even 5 years…” Of course whenever someone asks me that, it’s usually right after I’ve had a wrestling session with Daniel because he refuses to finish his food, and they usually end up as blotchy stains on my headscarf. “Minimum 5 years!” I would add after the thought of having two of those. Ohhh I shudder.
Little did I know I was already pregnant with my second baby.
After I’ve spent some more time with the blue stick, I decided it was time to tell Dean. The moment he and I looked at the stick together, we just hugged and laughed out loud. Funny? Not really. But it was so unexpected that we both went “But how did this happen??? Like when????” and we laughed some more. Wow, we’re fertile.
We told our loved ones after we confirmed the news, and received a few “Alhamdulillah”s and a whole load of “No wayyyy!! Are you for real?!!!” and one very funny “Omg you’re screwed for life.” I need new friends, baby.
We joke about not wanting a second child, but now that he or she is on the way, I’m getting pretty excited. To see my family grow, to see Daniel as a big brother, to see how our lives will just change with the arrival of our second angel. So thank you Allah swt for this abundance of rezeki You have showered me and my little family. I pray that this will be a smooth pregnancy with smooth (and short, pleaseeeee) labour and we will be blessed with another cute little healthy bundle of joy.
So Bismillah, here’s to Round 2. Like I told my beloved gynae, “Bring ittttt!”
But my blotchy headscarves are feeling very very nervous about all this.