Is there a Beryl Jr on the way?

Carrying a pregnancy to term is a woman’s greatest desire, of course apart from walking down the aisle in that dream gown. The feeling that comes with it and the connection one gets with the little one inside them cannot be explained. However, pregnancy can make you turn into the greatest clown of all time, making you do things you never imagined.

Topping the endless list is the cravings! Pray hard that you crave for things that are ‘normal’ in the eyes of the rest of the world. Walking around the streets munching very hard green unripe tomatoes is not a walk in the park.

It’s even worse when your baby bump is not yet visible. People give you that look that only a cat receives as it runs back to the house carrying something in its mouth. The cravings know no time, day or venue, when they kick in, you have to react or become hysterical passing all the anger to people around you.

Sometimes you crave for things you clearly cannot afford and the anger within you cannot be suppressed. Not when you can see it but can’t touch it. You end up being tempted to grab things from people because you imagine you need them more than they do. The pain you feel when you walk into a restaurant craving fish but all you can afford is a plate of rice which you cannot even stand in the first place is unbearable!

Being sensitive to smell also comes in handy just to make things worse. All of a sudden, you cannot stand that cologne your man wears and immediately he walks into the house from work, you go berserk! You exit him from your bed and send him to the couch with no apologies. If he even tries to walk into the same room you are, you start to cry and cannot stop until kingdom comes.

Unlike before, you are more than willing to use your airtime to call your man who is in the next room just to find out how his day was because his face makes you throw up. Meanwhile, you already gave him the go-ahead to eat at whichever joint he wished because your kitchen smells like the inside of a hospital laboratory.

You suddenly become so emotional that when your boss says a meeting will start at 9am, you start crying at 9.01am if it hasn’t started just because people are wasting your time.

You become so punctual with time that when one o’clock ticks and you are in the process of serving a client, you excuse yourself without notice and go for lunch. You carry a copy of your contract in your bag so that in case anyone asks why you left the client unattended at one o’clock, you pull it out and explain to them that your contract states that you break for lunch at that time.

I could write whole book on the ‘dangers’ of pregnancy, ladies, just don’t try it if you are not ready to face the aftermath! It is a blessing in disguise!