MY OVERDUE PREGNANCY STORY

Hello lovelies, you know we love telling stories on this blog! We have told you all about our first pregnancy, a blissful second trimester and an annoying third trimester. We also told you about our painful miscarriage and how we birthed our second girl through prayer. Now it’s time for us to gist about our latest pregnancy journey!

When we got pregnant here, it was so difficult dealing with two toddlers and morning sickness. Some days we'll just leave them in their room while we lie down in our own room and they would scatter EVERYTHING! We would lay in our room listening to their noises and shouts of jubilation. Shouts of jubilation because they were free to do woreva. Thereafter, we would clean up their room in preparation for the next session of massive destruction.

The morning sickness got better when the midwife we were seeing prescribed medication that curbs vomiting. However, the medicine always gave us severe headache and made us dizzy. It was solving one problem and creating two other serious problems just the way native doctors ‘help’ others. You know, Satan has no free gift.

Back to our pregnancy story: we had annoying cravings. For instance, we craved to eat the exact cornchaff (corn and beans porridge) our aunt served us when we visited her in Cameroon just before we came here. We wanted the same one ooo. Not something similar. Not the one cooked in another pot. Ah!

The beginning of belle

We also wanted to eat Nigerian Jollof Rice that had gotten burnt in the course of preparation like so bad! We almost made friends with a random Nigerian lady just because we wanted her to cook us burnt Jollof. Saah!

One day we got so mad at Mr N because he bought a desired hamburger for us and instead of coming home straight, he went to do shopping. We almost cried because the hamburger was cold by the time it got to us. God!

We had to put blogging on hold at some point because handling everything was just too much for us. In all, our pregnancy journey was intriguing, interesting and sometimes downright frustrating.

The months went by and the time for delivery was fast approaching. Before then, we always had our babies before their due dates so we knew this pregnancy was not going to be an exception. Boy was we wrong!

We prepared everything we could prepare, packed and re-packed all our bags for the hospital. Our due date was January 1st. We thought we would give birth by December 31st. For where? The due date came and went with no labour-induced drama. We were a very angry person after that. The friends and family that kept calling to ask if the baby had come annoyed us even more.

Me and our humongous tummy by the baby’s crib all set up

Worse still, we went to the hospital twice and was diagnosed with false labor. The first time, we thought our waters broke like it happened in our first labour experience. After staying in the hospital for about 3 hours and going through lots of tests, we were sent home. *sigh*

The second time, we can’t even remember what took us to the hospital but it wasn’t real labour. We went home sad with our humongous-looking tummy. Baby finally came 3 days after her due date. Having a baby in the America was quite different from having a baby at home. We will detail our experience in our next pregnancy diary.

Until then, stay sweet!