When you get that 'we're pregnant!' text

Tuesday is universally the most boring day. Hardly anything exciting ever happens on a Tuesday. Tuesday afternoons are specifically worse. Yet that is the time Carol elects to tell you about her findings at the chemist.

"We are pregnant (smiley)!" reads her text. The excitement in the text is palpable. She is so relieved and it is one of those rare moments that Carol is happy and radiant. You quickly do a mental sum and establish sometime in March, you will welcome a newborn if all goes well.

Not sure on what to say, you send back a few emojis and let it slide out of your head as you try to solve some stuff in office. Almost two years since you met Carol, the right time has come for you to give you a baby.

"I pray it is a boy," she texts before you can even find words to tell her "congrats" cheekily.

She always wanted a boy so that "I will be done with this once and for all". You don't have a sex preference, but you can understand her wishes for a boy. It is all the rage now. But your worry is not about the sex of the child. Your worry is what kind of a woman Carol is when she pregnant.

Last time you stayed with a pregnant woman in the house it was traumatising. She was dramatic, you would think she was the first pregnant woman in the world. She was whiny, nagging, demanding and boy, did she drive you nuts asking you to drive to a petrol station to smell the fumes? Many were the days she had all manner of cravings, and you lost your cool every day. The delivery was complicated and it always traumatises you. May be that is why your baby mother hates you. It was horrendous for her.

Five years down the line, you will be living with a pregnant woman, who is already withdrawn and times broody. Not sure what pregnancy will do for her.

Later when you get home, Carol is ahead of herself with excitement and she is over-planning. Is it a woman thing? As in she barely learnt about her pregnancy but she has crazy ideas on how the house will be painted, what bed to buy for the child, beddings and such.

"Isn't it too early for you to plan such?" you ask, genuinely concerned.

"It is never too early when it comes to children. You must plan, don't worry, it is a woman thing," she says.

"But you will buy the bed, stroller and the big stuff, I will shop for clothes and other small stuff," she lists for you the things you are to buy. You wonder if you buy those now, what will you buy in the next nine months.

But you don't want to rain on her parade, you let swim in the euphoria. She really wanted this.

For you, this pregnancy will put off any speculation that "bibi anakucheza" gossip from your friends and relatives, really disgusting people. Your mother will know that this marriage is on the right track. You can't wait for the news to reach them. Aunt Joy, the family gossip meal should visit soon. Or you should visit her with Carol.