Anxiety

The problem with pregnancy is the long gestation period. It takes 9 months to make a baby. More accurately, 265 days. That's 6,360 long hours of waiting. It can get a little unnerving, believe me.

Today, Baby is a little over 19 weeks old. With 142 days to go, we're not even halfway there yet! And it gets difficult sometimes, especially when I see Mae going through the symptoms. Even as I write this, my poor wife is in bed feeling quite sick. And there isn't a single thing I can do for her. I can't even get her a Panadol since most of our pregnancy "manuals" advises against taking certain medications. I feel helpless. And I feel guilty as well. Guilty that I did this to her. And guilty that I sometimes find myself secretly thinking, "Thank God it wasn't me."

Our next scheduled appointment with the Gynae is on Friday. But we'll probably go this morning because we're a little concerned that Mae's condition might affect Baby. Thankfully, this is the first time Mae's gotten sick during her pregnancy. Hopefully it will also be the last.

Cats and dogs are made in 62 days. Hamsters, in just 16. But us, we take a whopping 265 days!! That's a terribly long time to wait... for anything! Perhaps this is God's way of making sure we appreciate our children. Perhaps it's a way to make sure we always cherish human life. Perhaps it's a reminder how much our parents suffered that we may have life.

Thank God we're not elephants!