The story thus far...

When we get to a certain age, especially when people have figured out that we've been married for a while, the inadvertent question asked will be whether we've got kids or we are planning for kids or something along those lines.

It's a question I've hated over the last two years. Because the gnormless people who ask such a question forget that the situation at hand may be the third, unseen and undesirable option of wanting a kid, planning for kids but it not happening all that simply. So the put on response has had to be "Kids? What kids?" or "Who has time/ money for kids?" or some other brave front just to stave off these vultures. Unknown to them, the question causes a great amount of angst and discomfort, often followed by the irrational childish response of wanting to kick them hard in the shins and stamp my feet or theirs, depending on how annoying they have been.

So for the last two years, we've lived behind a facade. Some have known the truth of what's been going on but most have remained clueless. Of the some who have known, some have been a pillar of support, a barrel of laughs and a source of comfort. Some others whom we thought could be trusted turned out to be the most useless and insensitive oafs around giving us useless advice such as "Relax! Don't think about it. It'll happen!" or " Give up! Once you give up, you'll succeed!" or "Don't stress and don't worry!" or "Ai yah! Why give yourself so much grief?". And the absolute clincher, that came from one of the parental units, "Watch Korean drama, it'll make you feel so romantic and relaxed, you'll surely get pregnant!" Yup, all extremely useful and comforting. There are also some who mean well but have no clue that they're not helping the situation. The ones who bend over backwards and try to find some sort of explanation as to why something supposedly so simple was giving us so much grief. Explanations go along the lines of " You've done something wrong in your past life!", "God's punishing you!", "Someone's put a curse on you!" or some other spiritual mumbo-jumbo that makes us feel a whole ton worse.

So we've had to contend with that on top of being unceremoniously poked and prodded, with all sorts of fluids drawn from us and enough gas pumped into me that I could become a giant blimp. There've also been numerous jabs, an extremely uncomfortable experience of drinking two litres of water and not being able to pee after.

Anyway, hopefully, all that is behind us.

Gradually, when I have time and presence of mind, I'll fill up the gaps.

But for now, it's enough to say that according to a whole bunch of pee sticks, that have turned blue, shown two lines- pink, blue, purple-, flashed the words "Pregnant!" and the be all, end all blood test, I'm knocked up with the buns cooking nicely in the oven and this blog will be the chronicles of the next forty weeks till the oven goes "DING!"