So at the insistence of my darling sister and after reading what I like to call our patients' blogs on maternity I have decided to embark on this journey of describing impending motherhood through a gynaecs view. Although mostly consisting of my ramblings and some musings, i hope to finally give into my long unfulfilled desire of writing without deadlines and editors:)
10 weeks into my pregnancy and JD and I still on most nights marvel at this miracle. From my decision to start trying to his reluctance and exhaustion on those days of the months when performance was a must..from my sulking to his making up to me with weekend treats..and leading to that one glorious month when finally we both were in perfect sync and harmony! That itself is a tale best told only for our ears. Though I can now say I fully empathise with my patients who are trying to be parents and grappling with demanding work hours and competitive jobs at the same time where sex happens only on weekends and ovulation unfortunately doesn't and trying to keep up with my firm orders of doing it 3-4 times a week..empathy was never more better acquired!
So when it finally happened we couldn't believe it. I for one was the most sceptical since having seen a variety of infertile couples in all ages and sizes I was of the firm belief that my"plumbing " as I like to call it couldn't be normal by sheer association. A known quality among most doctors who over diagnose and undertreat themselves, I was used to interpreting every period as a symptom! So we merrily went abt our business buying property fr my clinic and taking mind numbing ( according to me) loans cz I was very confident I would not conceive before a year was up. And look what my plumbing throwed up! But that was just the beginning...(ominous music...)
Once the pregnancy sank in, my usual over obsessive control freak self kicked in and my focus shifted from infertility to the group of patients who have first trimester complications. And there began a stressful tedious path where everyday of the pregnancy I completed was a journey in itself. And I didn't stop work so any consults for first trim miscarriages would trigger fresh bouts of anxiety and fresh prayers..and every day was an achievement. My mom bore the brunt of it coz being another gynaec herself the reassurance reserved for anxious patients and relatives scarcely worked on me as I used the same words for my patients too but knew only too well that the inevitable in those unlucky pregnancies upto 7 weeks was not in our hands. And so we tensed and fretted and fussed and worried, till I crossed 7 weeks..and the scan showed a strong fetal heart. And then I could breathe! But only in between bouts of nausea, burping and puking. Ah yes..I had reached that point of my pregnancy where the joy had mostly evaporated into agonized hours of prayers that the meals I had would finally move south and I could stop feeling like a barrel of stored food..unfortunately for me and for most mothers at this time of the pregnancy food developed gravity defying abilities to mostly come right back up! Although my hubby adoringly calls it the baby's way of saying hi I would much rather limit its vocabulary this particular time! So here I am waiting impatiently for the remaining 2weeks to pass into my second trimester where me and my digestive tract can actually co exist peacefully!
10 weeks into my pregnancy and JD and I still on most nights marvel at this miracle. From my decision to start trying to his reluctance and exhaustion on those days of the months when performance was a must..from my sulking to his making up to me with weekend treats..and leading to that one glorious month when finally we both were in perfect sync and harmony! That itself is a tale best told only for our ears. Though I can now say I fully empathise with my patients who are trying to be parents and grappling with demanding work hours and competitive jobs at the same time where sex happens only on weekends and ovulation unfortunately doesn't and trying to keep up with my firm orders of doing it 3-4 times a week..empathy was never more better acquired!
So when it finally happened we couldn't believe it. I for one was the most sceptical since having seen a variety of infertile couples in all ages and sizes I was of the firm belief that my"plumbing " as I like to call it couldn't be normal by sheer association. A known quality among most doctors who over diagnose and undertreat themselves, I was used to interpreting every period as a symptom! So we merrily went abt our business buying property fr my clinic and taking mind numbing ( according to me) loans cz I was very confident I would not conceive before a year was up. And look what my plumbing throwed up! But that was just the beginning...(ominous music...)
Once the pregnancy sank in, my usual over obsessive control freak self kicked in and my focus shifted from infertility to the group of patients who have first trimester complications. And there began a stressful tedious path where everyday of the pregnancy I completed was a journey in itself. And I didn't stop work so any consults for first trim miscarriages would trigger fresh bouts of anxiety and fresh prayers..and every day was an achievement. My mom bore the brunt of it coz being another gynaec herself the reassurance reserved for anxious patients and relatives scarcely worked on me as I used the same words for my patients too but knew only too well that the inevitable in those unlucky pregnancies upto 7 weeks was not in our hands. And so we tensed and fretted and fussed and worried, till I crossed 7 weeks..and the scan showed a strong fetal heart. And then I could breathe! But only in between bouts of nausea, burping and puking. Ah yes..I had reached that point of my pregnancy where the joy had mostly evaporated into agonized hours of prayers that the meals I had would finally move south and I could stop feeling like a barrel of stored food..unfortunately for me and for most mothers at this time of the pregnancy food developed gravity defying abilities to mostly come right back up! Although my hubby adoringly calls it the baby's way of saying hi I would much rather limit its vocabulary this particular time! So here I am waiting impatiently for the remaining 2weeks to pass into my second trimester where me and my digestive tract can actually co exist peacefully!
