Annika’s Dayout

It’s been almost a month since I last updated. Pregnancy is going smoothly! I love this period. I feel normal and energetic. Sometimes, I still doubt myself if I’m really pregnant or not. Although the constant moving of my baby inside me is telling me that yes, I am definitely pregnant.

So far, everything’s been great… except for one incident where my husband and I had to rush to the hospital very early in the morning (3AM) due to some spotting. It happened last November 18. I peed at around 2:30AM and found blood in the tissue when I wiped. It wasn’t much, but still, it was bright red. When you’re pregnant, blood is one thing that you don’t ever want to see in your undies or tissue. I was SOOOOO afraid. I went back to bed and rested. I was thinking, should I go to the hospital now or what? Am I over-reacting? After a few minutes, I went back to the toilet to pee and check if there was still blood… and there was! But only a little this time. Whatever, I didn’t care if I was over-reacting or what, but I want to go to the hospital. So we did.

I had an ultrasound. Baby’s still okay. Placenta was at the right place. My cervix was checked. Still closed. Thank God! In spite of the normal findings, the doctor wanted me to be confined in the hospital so they can monitor my progress. I stayed overnight. I actually felt safe there. It helped that they told me everything’s well with my baby and me.

Looking back at this experience, I think God was just telling me to be more careful. I was acting all normal (going back and forth to Abu Dhabi and Dubai, planning a business trip to Germany, cleaning the house, malling too much, etc), when I know I should be taking of myself and more importantly, my baby. I was supposed to go to Germany for training last November 23, but I cancelled it. That was the second time I cancelled that training, for the same reasons actually. The first was last September. I was having intermittent spotting then (I was still on my first trimester) and my doctor advised me not to travel if I was still spotting. Although I haven’t spotted for weeks, a week before I was to leave for Germany, it started again, so I postponed my trip. That was the last spotting episode until the November 18 incident. Almost one week before I was to leave for the same purpose. Apparently, God does not want me to go to Germany to see the snow fall But tomorrow, I’m flying again… to Qatar, which is only an hour away by plane. Hopefully, everything goes well.

I will be on my 23rd week this coming Tuesday. I’m very happy and thankful that I’ve gotten this far. But please Lord, take care of me even more for the next 17 weeks. My baby and I need it.

Oh, and this is me on my 22nd week. Am I big or what?!

PS.

Before I forget, Papa Harvs finally felt the baby move last Friday night! So happy that baby and I can finally share the excitement of feeling baby move inside me!