The announcement...

Ok, I'm going to see the doc and find out what's wrong. Maybe he can prescribe some pills to make it come. The delay is killing me. Anyway, the night before, I had cramps. That's weird, cramps without menses?

The doc asked a few questions: Do i feel nauseous? Any weight increase? Does my ring feel tight? No... No... No. Then made me do a urine test. No need, I insisted, I tested on kit the week b4 and it was negative. Anyway, he's the doc and I had to listen. So took the test and waited outside. Asked the nurse about outcome but said the doc will reveal the results. Observed the nurse's response but think she's trained the maintain a deadpanned face.

Finally, doc called me in. As I sat down, he announced the test was positive. Positive, meaning what? I asked. Couldn't take any chances. Positive means I'm expecting, congrats. Then he started flipping the calendar and said I was 6 weeks and gave me the due date. 30 Jan 2005. And started to rattle on... I wasn't listening anymore... The only thing on my mind was, when did it happen?

When I got out, I smsed Clement: I'm 6 weeks pregnant. He told me later that he stared at the screen for a while before the earth started revolving again. I got back to office and told a colleague. It became an official announcement. But... I still couldn't believe it... I must get a 2nd opinion.

Clement and I knocked off early that day. Guess we were overwhelmed. Could do nothing but hugged each other for some time in bed.

That evening, Clement accompanied me to gynae. Better get someone more specialised, I thought. Did a urine test again. The nurse glanced at it for less than a split second and threw it away. She din even look at it carefully! I exclaimed. Next thing is, she took my particulars. Do you want to keep the baby, she asked matter-of-factly. You mean this kind of thing can be an option? I was shocked at the fact that life can be taken lightly.

The gynae did an internal scan. Saw a patch. It's the water bag! He announced. You're 6 weeks.

I took the photo home and studied it. How does he know it's a water bag? Could it just be a lump or some dirt? He's experienced, of course he knows, Clement retorted.

Clement was so excited, got some books to read up. Hey, you're having a test tomorrow, you're reading the wrong material. This was the one thing on his mind. On both our minds.