Over the last few days, I have been the pits. Started off with a fever and some muscle aches on Friday. Saw a doctor the very next day since the aches were keeping me awake. Then things got bad to worse when I suddenly developed nausea and bloatedness in my belly. The fever's gone. The muscles feel fine but the damn nausea is really getting to me. Worse yet, I'm not puking. I only managed to puke this morning at 4am!
My bro-in-law, Fook had been warning me about feeling the symptoms of pregnancy. Fook was puking during my sis' 2nd trimester. I brushed him off, of course. I just told him that it happened to him cos he's a bit of a wuss! Heheh. This must be my punishment.
Apparently some expectant fathers feel these symptoms out of sympathy for their wives' suffering. It well documented in the annals of medical history. Heck, they even gave it a fancy name - Couvade Syndrome. Could it be? The thing is, I don't think I actually felt Mae's suffering - at least not to the extent of inheriting her symptoms.
I didn't tell my doc that Mae was preggers when I saw him this morning. He isn't quite sure what's wrong with me so he just gave me a condescending, "It's probably a virus" answer. I hope he's right though. I don't know how much more of this I can take. I feel like shit.
If I didn't feel sympathy for Mae before I sure as heck feel it now! Today, I can truly appreciate the suffering a woman goes through to have a kid. That's why you must never send a boy to do a woman's job. We're just not man enough!