We are happy to announce that our ‘alone time and freedom’ is about to be cut short. We’re expecting our baby soon!!!
Don’t be sad for us though, it was on purpose and it’s God you should hold accountable! ****insertSmile):
Behold,children are a heritage from the Lord,
the fruit of the womb a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
are the children of one’s youth.
Blessed is the man
who fills his quiver with them!
He shall not be put to shame
when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.” Psam 127:3-5 (ESV)
“Every good thing given and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shifting shadow.” James 1:17 (ASV)
For most of you, this may be coming as a surprise even though I’ve been receiving questions like ‘RRY when will we get invited for a naming ceremony?’ Well, if you come from this part of the country (Nigeria) you would know these kinda questions are a count-on-it experience.
Unsurprisingly, it’s indirectly informing you the spectators are watching and infact waiting. It’s like an established rule or something: after a wedding, it is expected that 9months should equate to a baby. ****Insert Smile): It’s a norm, ‘our norm.’
Just the reality alone is making my heart race a million times per second. This whole thing is all so new and raw. I’m having all kinds of mixed emotions I tell you.
I wonder what will happen when I finally hold my baby. Goosebumps)
With that being said, what I’m trying to say is, I’m about to become a mother. ****ThecoyMistress.
But the thing is, I haven’t even finished being a wife and now I’m about to be someone’s mother. Oh Lord have Mercy! Like really? See why I need prayers.
Growing up, I’ve been incredibly self-sufficient; meaning that I’m that kinda girl who is capable of cleaning up her mess without necessarily dragging anyone into it but guess what? Pregnancy threw me into a frenzy and sure gave me a run for my money and I’m about to tell you all about it…Well, maybe not all, I mean how can I sum up an experience of 9-months in a single article especially when lazy readers are already frowning at me. I won’t be able to, not in depth and not to everyone.
With that being said…this is my honest confession that being pregnant, has been by far one of the ‘strangest ‘experience’ of my entire life.
Truth is, I didn’t really get the magical feeling that some women describe when talking about their pregnancies and I thought to myself; damn it RRY, you’re so feeble or perhaps less than a woman.
Wait a minute, or are you just being lazy? But then again, I’ve been many things in my days but lazy has never been part of it.
From the very beginning, I was horrifically sick. At some point, I had to deal with depression and anxiety and this feeling that kept coming to torment me that I was about to loose myself; the fear(devil) that would constantly knock me down lying to my mind that I was about to ‘set sail’ the maiden in me, never to see her again”
(words won’t even do justice at this point to tell you all)
Every doubt I had was chemically and hormonally amplified and then there were those crazy nightmares that made it so hard to sleep.
Those days (first trimester especially) were pretty rough, from waking up every morning with headaches,(mind you; my whole life, I think I’ve had headache once or twice,) to intense fever.
Soon I was sticking my head in the toilet to puke countless of times, losing every single appetite for the things I once loved and cherished. (I couldn’t blog for months, even to call or return calls became a problem.) My energy level was on a constant minus zero. I had null inspiration for everything and everybody.
(My food aversions were off the chain)- I couldn’t eat meat, sea-food was worse, no diary product, my love for tea went on a vacation for the entire first trimester and a few weeks into the second one.
It was insane.
I lost so much weight (I dropped from being 53kg to 49kg in less than three months) I remember my family getting scared when they saw me. If anyone ever told me there would ever be a time where I would hate tea and veggies for over 4months, I would bet with my last dollar in self defense.
But then again, you think you know everything about yourself then pregnancy humbles you to the core.
It was a horrid nightmare… I got so use to being sick that I didn’t know there was a state of being “alright”
Through my eyes, something was definitely wrong with the world and it seemed the whole weight had just been dropped on my shoulders.
Notwithstanding, the best thing That has come out of this whole experience so far is how much I see God now, the added reverence I have for God is far from superficial. (Especially when my baby kicks, I can no longer tell where my soul ends and the baby’s begins)
oh my goodness, how can I forget to mention it’s the most awe-struck feeling I know in the entire universe.
That’s probably the only thing I’ll miss about being pregnant. ****Tears.
I fear God. Not that I didn’t before but this kinda fear is different, not the kind that makes me scared he’s about to whoop my ass…(Nope!) It’s the kind that makes you reverence and honour His personality so much you feel unworthy of His Goodness and Mercies!
I’m even gasping involuntarily cos I can feel it, all the way down to somewhere dark and unexplored, deep in my belly.
This is simply because we are told by science that a sperm fertilises an egg and about 40 weeks later, it’s developed into a fully-grown baby, ready to be born.
But in the meantime, what exactly is going on inside the womb? Have you ever wondered?
In all honesty, this new journey has ushered in a totally different dimension of how GREAT GOD IS.
I mean how can my little mind begin to imagine a tiny human growing inside me****in a belly where food, water and all these other stuff reside? Science again tells us it begins from an embryo which only consists of nothing but blood. Right? If that even makes any sense…
My question to Y’all is, at what point does something that started as mere blood grow to become a full blown human being with fingernails, hair, gums, a functioning heart, intestines, lungs etcetera.
In this life, there are certain unsolved mysteries that we would never be able to comprehend from a scientific perspective and I’m sure pregnancy is one of them.
If you’re an atheist, it means you probably have a hard time believing in God, but would you borrow me your imagination for a few seconds and tell me how this is even possible without a super power up in heaven****
I mean aren’t you scared of God and his incomprehensible ways? .
Secondly, the added love and appreciation for my mum and every strong woman out there is so huge now.
This whole journey and experience has increased my love level for every woman out there particularly to the precious woman that bore me in her womb, mother you are deeply cherished.
…still more to come, but for now, just know I’m already accepting prayers for a safe delivery.
Please drop a prayer for me.
Guess what? We didn’t check the sex of our baby.
Why RRY…? Because we want it to just be a suprise being that it’s our first experience of becoming parents. Maybe with our second pregnancy, we would.
So keep your fingers crossed with me and if you’re for Team-Girl OR Team-Boy, drop your ‘guess’ in the comment section below this article and we see who wins when the baby comes.
Even so, I’m raising the flag very high for team Girl…
That said, at this point, I want to encourage and plead with all our ‘precious men’, husbands, and the prospective ones out there to PLEASE support your wives especially when they are pregnant.
You have no idea how strong your baby girl (wife) is, you may never fully understand what she’s going through but you can be there for her emotionally and be her number-one support system.
All the little effort you invest into her can bring so much healing and the love you give will be a source of strength she can draw from. Never ever leave your wife starving for love or your attention.
Please be sensible, sensitive and attentive.
She must not wave her aching hands, back or waist to your face before you ‘decode’ she’s in need of a massage. Help that woman. Please love her. She’s your little baby. Don’t bruise her till she withers away.
Don’t make it look like it’s her pregnancy to carry, No No! Infact it’s more your responsibility because you put her in that compromising position. ****Insert Smile):
If it were not for my God-sent husband, I would have not made it. where I was at my weakest in faith, he kept reminding me about ‘God’s promises’
When I was too weak to cook for him, he cooked for us. (A king that isn’t too big to serve) that’s humility!
When I was too weak to stand on my own, he helped me, without complaining I was overbearing. He didn’t try to reason why I was so weak. He just helped even in days I struggled to ask for help just to prove how strong I can be.
When I was too weak to eat, he fed me.
Those nights I couldn’t stay up to pray with him, he prayed for us both. It’s good to have a partner that is always ready to take it on with you so you don’t have to fight alone.
There were MANY times we were frustrated at each other but all he did was love me all the same and not try to understand me. (Maybe I should remain pregnant forever; for this course)
I literally had to depend on his strength to get by… You and your spouse are a team, never take on a course as individuals.
A Little Advice to Y’all particularly for New Moms:
- Guard your hearts against fear, (fear of miscarriage, fear of loosing your baby even before he/she is born, fear of not making it out of the delivery room etcetera) anxiety, depressing thoughts and resentment towards your spouse or even the baby.
2. Build your faith in the word of God even before any adversities arise because in the days you are down, you seriously won’t have the energy or zeal to believe in anything at that point.
In other words, what’s in your spirit is what will shield and encourage you.
…I will come your way again and soon; please do remember to subscribe to our blog if you’re not yet a subscriber.
I remain your favourite girl RRY…
I wish you the best in life and in all your endeavours.
Ps: I was forced into a marathon-maternity photo-shoot. The pictures will be posted here next week Wednesday, 31st of July. Those pictures are breathtaking as well as the time invested into all the poses. Don’t miss out on any exciting stuff.
Come and view for free. 😍🤗
A new dawn…