Fresh New Bun In The Oven!

Unlike my first pregnancy which was.. well, accidental (hehe), this second pregnancy was super planned! You see, 2 years after I delivered Aydein, I was ready to go for a second one. But just like "missing things", you know, bila kita taknak dia ada, bila kita nak dia takda, no matter how hard I tried, it just wouldn't happen.

I remember trying every single day during my fertile days for a few months but it didn't happen. I remember the times that I shed my tears each time I saw red stains on my undie when I thought it would finally happen. I remember the countless pregnancy strips that I chucked into the dustbin, disappointed that the result came out negative. I remember almost giving up because I thought I would never get pregnant again because of my blocked fallopian tube due to the ectopic pregnancy. I remember wanting another baby so much, I even considered medical intervention to help me get pregnant. Yeap, this second pregnancy was not an easy-breezy one for me.

But just when I thought of taking some fertility pills (that I dread!) to help me get pregnant again, Allah answered my prayers.

In June 2012, I was late -- 3 days late, to be exact. As usual, I would try to my keep cool eventhough my hopes were starting to soar up high. Calmly, I took out the pregnancy strip, and tested my first urine in the morning and waited for the result patiently. My heart pumped rapidly while I wait for 1 minute to pass. And once it did, I went to look at the result calmly, convincing myself that even if it didn't happen that day, it would be okay. And as soon as I got to the test strip, I saw... a bright SINGLE red line glaring back at me.

And no matter how many times I reminded and braced myself before, I ended up tearing once again. With teary eyes, I went to my husband, hugged my husband and apologized to him, telling him it was yet another failure. He hugged me back, and told me it was okay and that we were to see a specialist to help us with our problem the week after. I nodded.

But call it mother instinct or whatever you want to call it, but this time, I was quite certained that I was pregnant. I could tell, because of the symptoms that I was having at that time -- swollen breasts, nausea, and cravings. So I waited. And on the 7th day that I was late, I tested it out again. I waited patiently again for the result to show, and again, a bright red SINGLE line glared back at me. I was about to feel emotional and chuck the test strip away when slowly, but surely, another faint red line came out to form.. TWO lines! I couldn't believe my eyes! I went closer to the strip, lift it up and examined it even closer, and sure enough -- 2 red lines were right in front of me!

The second line was a bit faint like the picture above though, but the box's manual indicated that it could mean that the pregnancy might still be at the very early stage of pregnancy. So I rushed out the toilet, woke my sleeping husband and pulled him into the toilet. I said, "Look!" (pointing to the test strip). I don't know if it was the sleepiness or if he was having a bad eye-sight day that morning, but unexcited, he looked at the strip and asked me back, "Apa?". I was growing impatient by the minute, and said, "LOOK! I'm pregnant! I'm pregnant, yang! Alhamdulillah," and smiled widely like an idiot. He went closer to take a look, and said, "Oh, alhamdulillah.." :) :) :) We shared a hug and spent the next hour just talking about the miracle. :) :) :)

The very same morning, we went to see Dr Delaila at SDMC and she confirmed that I was pregnant again with this picture. See that small little black spot in the middle there? That's my (now 8 months young) baby! :) :) :)

We didn't want to jinx it, so we waited a few days before we told our families about the news, and waited again until I was about 16 weeks before I spilled the news to the rest of my friends and acquaintances.

Alhamdulillah, I am pregnant again! ;)