I was married at the age of twenty-one. My husband is a tall, handsome person who has great affection for little children. Wherever we went, he was sure to find a kid and start playing. He used to laugh and did all sorts of tricks to make kids happy. At times, he got so involved with the kids that he used to completely forget my presence. I felt a bit jealous, but I admired him even more for this, and one day, I thought that I should have my own baby.
It was as if Providence was reading my mind. That very evening, I felt uneasy and nauseated. We went out for dinner, but the sight of my favorite food made me feel dizzy. I went twice to the washroom and returned home. I felt very sick. My husband was really worried, but I was feeling a bit happy. “What if I am pregnant?” I thought. I bought and used a pregnancy test strip and was overjoyed. The result was positive.
The next morning, we went to the doctor, and my pregnancy was confirmed. My husband was really glad, and my happiness was so great that I completely ignored my dizziness and my nausea.
The period of nine months was a period of mixed feelings. Most of the time, I felt really happy- the soft kicks of tiny feet, the imaginary face of my little angel, the preparations and shopping for my baby and above all, the loving care of my husband made me feel so precious. Sometimes, I was worried, tensed, irritant and moody. But there were lots of people who coaxed me out and everything was fine.