In my last post, I remember talking about how I was forgetting things and found it difficult to concentrate at work. I also made a mental note not to use my pregnancy as an excuse because I was beginning to sound like a broken record. After all, I’m not the first person to get pregnant. So as much as I can, I keep my feelings, emotions and excuses to myself.
Well, in the last two days, I experienced my pregnancy or mummy brain in a new light.
Hubby’s sister put to bed 2 days ago and I promised to call her later in the day. I remembered to call her a few times at work but I told myself I’d call her much later. She’d probably need to rest because of the time difference between the US and Nigeria and labour stress, I figured. Eventually, I completely forgot to call her. Hubby got overworked the following day and made me feel like a witch for not calling his sister or mum to congratulate them. That was just the beginning of an interesting day.
I got to the hospital for my ante-natal clinic and classes, only for me to find out that my ante-natal clinic and class was the day before and I had missed the whole thing. I felt very very foolish and angry at myself. Several times I’ve missed my ante-natal class because the silly staff at the hospital didn’t do their job properly and this time I thought yes! I had nailed it, but of course, I got it all completely wrong.
What made it more shocking and annoying, was the fact that I had set my appointment in my calendar and checked it a few times to be sure I was on track.
Looking back at it now, I laugh at myself because it‘s only for a while and wonder how some people must have experienced it too but couldn’t explain what was happening to them.
I hope I don’t forget anything more serious because how will anyone ever believe that I’m having the “Pregnancy Brain” or rather I’m not as alert as I normally would because of the pregnancy.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
14 things I find overwhelming in Pregnancy
Pregnancy Blues
Pregnancy has been said to be a time of happiness and also overwhelming experiences which bring about sadness, worry and for some ladies depression.
In my case, I’ve come to love my pregnancy and each day brings a new excitement especially when I look at my growing bump. However, I’ve listed a few things that drive me nuts, well not exactly nuts but what is certainly not me...
Muscle pull: I had this one last night and I was freaking scared. I woke up to ease myself only for me to find out that I had pulled a muscle. It was very painful. So, I screamed (which I do very often especially when I’m surprised) and tied to wake hubby up but I guess he was deeply asleep because not even my pushing or screaming woke him up. Anyway, I managed to get to the bathroom limping and hoping I won’t experience this again.
Pimples: I’ve got some tiny pimples on my hairline and forehead and they’ve refused to stop coming . As one set goes, another resurfaces.
Crying: OMG! This has been the craziest and weirdest of all. Usually nothing makes me cry, not even the death of any individual (that’s not to say I’m not sober but I hardly ever cry or probably because I’ve never lost a lost one by His Grace). Now, I cry because hubby comes returns late from work, I cry because someone put to bed, I cry because I’m hungry, I cry when I’m singing, I cry when hubby tells me I talk too much, I cry when you ask me why I’m crying. It’s just crazy! I simply hate the fact that I cry over nothing and everything. How weird?
Peeing: Arrrgggghhhh! This gets me worked up. I pee like 50 times a day and I’m not exaggerating. Just after returning from the loo and trying to sit at my desk, there’s this urgent urge to pee again. In trying to find a solution to my frequent trips to the toilet; I came up with the idea of sitting a little bit longer on the toilet seat. So, after a round of peeing, I sit and count up to 20 hoping that I’d pee some more and not have to rush back to the toilet. It gets very annoying when you’re in a meeting and need to go back forth to the toilet. Also, you can’t even hold your pee for long else you’ll damage your bladder. And I heard it only get worse in your third trimester. I just hate the fact that I can’t control my trips to the loo.
Metallisc taste: I hate the fact that everything tastes horrible in my mouth. I never seem to enjoy my meals no matter how well prepared or yummy it looks, they all taste metallic in my mouth. This is why a lot of women put on weight in pregnancy because they keep eating and eating hoping that they will end up enjoying the food.
Forgetfulness: This is called pregnant brain or something like that. Well, because your body is going through a lot as a result of the growing baby, one tends to forget things. This makes me frustrated at work coz I can hardly concentrate in meetings and in discussion with my supervisor. When conversing with me, I’m nodding my head in agreement and the same time trying to figure out what you just said. Now post-it notes are my best friends coz I’m practically making notes of every single thing that is said to me.
Breasts: My breast have doubled in size and hurt like fire. I’ve always had a HAUTE cleavage with some fresh skin for which I get compliments for. But now, they’ve got some dark lines – I think its called pregnancy mask (which fades away after pregnancy). I bet if you see before and now pictures of my breast you’d hardly believe it’s the same boobs you’re looking at.
Gas and Burp: Gross! You don’t want to try the way I burp and gas now. I’ve got so much gas in my system because of the pregnancy. The good thing is I don’t fart in public but sometimes the burping is uncontrollable. Hubby is tired of my farting which does not smell by the way and my constant burping.
Laziness: I’m so so lazy that I can’t pick up my phone to make a call. I hardly reply text messages coz that seems like hard work. I’ve got a driver, a cook and my mum cooks for me as well and a cleaner who comes in once a month. This is not to say that I don’t do stuffs at all, sometimes, I’ve got renewed energy and I do the cleaning but I’m always scared of overdoing it coz I want to do everything I’ve not done before in just a few hours.
Christian louboutin: I can’t remember the last time I put on a louboutin or any other heels as a matter of fact. Flats have become a staple in my wardrobe, that’s the only thing you’d see me wear now. They are quite comfy but I can’t get to pull off that chic look anymore at least not for the next couple of month.
Insomania: SMH! This makes me very grouchy in the mornings because I wake up like 1:00 a.m. till about 4:00 a.m. tossing and turning and hoping I can fall asleep. The constant trip to the loo makes this also very difficult. And before I know what happening my alarm is buzzing and I have to get ready for work.
Social life: All I can say is bye bye social life. I hardly have a social life now. Hubby gets invited to a lot A listed private parties but I can’t attend coz either I’m too tired or I’ve got to avoid all the smoking that goes on in there.
Smell: My sense of smell is so sharp, that recently hubby and I went to visit a new friend and the first thing I said was “I think your gas is leaking” but I guess that was for a good course. If an individual opens their mouth close to me mehn! I would have smelled Fish, Egg, and any other thing you can think of in just a few seconds.
Sex: I’ve never being a sex person and when hubby and I first got married he was almost scared for me us and was suggesting I see a doctor. Fortunately for me, the pregnancy brought about this crazy sex urges that hubby began to marvel...Well, all that is gradually coming to an end coz I’m either too tired or can barely find a comfortable situation because of mu bump. But I must say this has helped save an aspect of my marriage.
Ok, this is my list of things I find overwhelming in pregnancy and I hope to post about the tons of things I love about being pregnant. Watch Out!
Pregnancy has been said to be a time of happiness and also overwhelming experiences which bring about sadness, worry and for some ladies depression.
In my case, I’ve come to love my pregnancy and each day brings a new excitement especially when I look at my growing bump. However, I’ve listed a few things that drive me nuts, well not exactly nuts but what is certainly not me...
Muscle pull: I had this one last night and I was freaking scared. I woke up to ease myself only for me to find out that I had pulled a muscle. It was very painful. So, I screamed (which I do very often especially when I’m surprised) and tied to wake hubby up but I guess he was deeply asleep because not even my pushing or screaming woke him up. Anyway, I managed to get to the bathroom limping and hoping I won’t experience this again.
Pimples: I’ve got some tiny pimples on my hairline and forehead and they’ve refused to stop coming . As one set goes, another resurfaces.
Crying: OMG! This has been the craziest and weirdest of all. Usually nothing makes me cry, not even the death of any individual (that’s not to say I’m not sober but I hardly ever cry or probably because I’ve never lost a lost one by His Grace). Now, I cry because hubby comes returns late from work, I cry because someone put to bed, I cry because I’m hungry, I cry when I’m singing, I cry when hubby tells me I talk too much, I cry when you ask me why I’m crying. It’s just crazy! I simply hate the fact that I cry over nothing and everything. How weird?
Peeing: Arrrgggghhhh! This gets me worked up. I pee like 50 times a day and I’m not exaggerating. Just after returning from the loo and trying to sit at my desk, there’s this urgent urge to pee again. In trying to find a solution to my frequent trips to the toilet; I came up with the idea of sitting a little bit longer on the toilet seat. So, after a round of peeing, I sit and count up to 20 hoping that I’d pee some more and not have to rush back to the toilet. It gets very annoying when you’re in a meeting and need to go back forth to the toilet. Also, you can’t even hold your pee for long else you’ll damage your bladder. And I heard it only get worse in your third trimester. I just hate the fact that I can’t control my trips to the loo.
Metallisc taste: I hate the fact that everything tastes horrible in my mouth. I never seem to enjoy my meals no matter how well prepared or yummy it looks, they all taste metallic in my mouth. This is why a lot of women put on weight in pregnancy because they keep eating and eating hoping that they will end up enjoying the food.
Forgetfulness: This is called pregnant brain or something like that. Well, because your body is going through a lot as a result of the growing baby, one tends to forget things. This makes me frustrated at work coz I can hardly concentrate in meetings and in discussion with my supervisor. When conversing with me, I’m nodding my head in agreement and the same time trying to figure out what you just said. Now post-it notes are my best friends coz I’m practically making notes of every single thing that is said to me.
Breasts: My breast have doubled in size and hurt like fire. I’ve always had a HAUTE cleavage with some fresh skin for which I get compliments for. But now, they’ve got some dark lines – I think its called pregnancy mask (which fades away after pregnancy). I bet if you see before and now pictures of my breast you’d hardly believe it’s the same boobs you’re looking at.
Gas and Burp: Gross! You don’t want to try the way I burp and gas now. I’ve got so much gas in my system because of the pregnancy. The good thing is I don’t fart in public but sometimes the burping is uncontrollable. Hubby is tired of my farting which does not smell by the way and my constant burping.
Laziness: I’m so so lazy that I can’t pick up my phone to make a call. I hardly reply text messages coz that seems like hard work. I’ve got a driver, a cook and my mum cooks for me as well and a cleaner who comes in once a month. This is not to say that I don’t do stuffs at all, sometimes, I’ve got renewed energy and I do the cleaning but I’m always scared of overdoing it coz I want to do everything I’ve not done before in just a few hours.
Christian louboutin: I can’t remember the last time I put on a louboutin or any other heels as a matter of fact. Flats have become a staple in my wardrobe, that’s the only thing you’d see me wear now. They are quite comfy but I can’t get to pull off that chic look anymore at least not for the next couple of month.
Insomania: SMH! This makes me very grouchy in the mornings because I wake up like 1:00 a.m. till about 4:00 a.m. tossing and turning and hoping I can fall asleep. The constant trip to the loo makes this also very difficult. And before I know what happening my alarm is buzzing and I have to get ready for work.
Social life: All I can say is bye bye social life. I hardly have a social life now. Hubby gets invited to a lot A listed private parties but I can’t attend coz either I’m too tired or I’ve got to avoid all the smoking that goes on in there.
Smell: My sense of smell is so sharp, that recently hubby and I went to visit a new friend and the first thing I said was “I think your gas is leaking” but I guess that was for a good course. If an individual opens their mouth close to me mehn! I would have smelled Fish, Egg, and any other thing you can think of in just a few seconds.
Sex: I’ve never being a sex person and when hubby and I first got married he was almost scared for me us and was suggesting I see a doctor. Fortunately for me, the pregnancy brought about this crazy sex urges that hubby began to marvel...Well, all that is gradually coming to an end coz I’m either too tired or can barely find a comfortable situation because of mu bump. But I must say this has helped save an aspect of my marriage.
Ok, this is my list of things I find overwhelming in pregnancy and I hope to post about the tons of things I love about being pregnant. Watch Out!
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
My local and international travel history
Countries I've been to -
• Togo
• Ghana
• Republic of Benin
• United Kingdom – London and Wales
• Israel
• Egypt
• United Arab Emirates – Abu Dhabi, Dubai and Sharjah
States in Nigeria I've been to -
1. Lagos
2. Oyo
3. Osun
4. Ogun
5. Ondo
6. Rivers
7. Delta
8. Bayelsa
9. Kwara
10. Kaduna
11. Kogi
12. Kebbi
13. Sokoto
14. Kano
15. Plateau
16. Nassarawa
17. Abuja
18. Borno
I've still got a long way to go. From 2011, I hope to explore at least two countries every year. Top on my list are Pakistan, Brazil and Singapore.
Also, I hope to visit the Eastern part of Nigeria, although I don't think that will be happening soon with all the kidnapping over there. Let's see how it goes though.
Genesis 1:26 Then God said, “Let us make man in our image, after our likeness. And let them have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the heavens and over the livestock and over all the earth and over every creeping thing that creeps on the earth.”
• Togo
• Ghana
• Republic of Benin
• United Kingdom – London and Wales
• Israel
• Egypt
• United Arab Emirates – Abu Dhabi, Dubai and Sharjah
States in Nigeria I've been to -
1. Lagos
2. Oyo
3. Osun
4. Ogun
5. Ondo
6. Rivers
7. Delta
8. Bayelsa
9. Kwara
10. Kaduna
11. Kogi
12. Kebbi
13. Sokoto
14. Kano
15. Plateau
16. Nassarawa
17. Abuja
18. Borno
I've still got a long way to go. From 2011, I hope to explore at least two countries every year. Top on my list are Pakistan, Brazil and Singapore.
Also, I hope to visit the Eastern part of Nigeria, although I don't think that will be happening soon with all the kidnapping over there. Let's see how it goes though.
Genesis 1:26 Then God said, “Let us make man in our image, after our likeness. And let them have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the heavens and over the livestock and over all the earth and over every creeping thing that creeps on the earth.”
Apologies
My apologies for not blogging for a long while. I was away on holiday and upon my return I’ve been drowned in work but I’m learning to manage myself properly now.
I was in London on holiday with my family. I’ve got a large over there, and I’m always happy whenever I get the chance to be with them. Without patronising, I think my cousins are the best and I’m thankful to God for blessing us with each other.
If you remember from my previous post, I said I was pregnant. After the amazing and shocking discovery, I was ill and didn’t think I could manage at work, that was why I took some time off to be with my family and rest.
The change of environment was very useful. I pretty much slept all through my 12 days in London. My aunties and cousins all dotted on me and understood when I couldn’t stop having my little cousin lollipop ice cream and falling asleep every 10 minutes.
Shopping was not really a part of my holiday because I could hardly walk from one end of the street to the other, talk less of roam the street of London.
I returned from London after an exhaustive stopover in Dubai and went back to work immediately. Believe me; I was out of tune at work for a long while. A lot of things that was being said to me before I travelled entered from one ear and left from the other almost immediately because I was so tired all the time, I found it hard to concentrate on what I was being told. So, one of my main task upon my return was to catch up on all the things I was asked to do, at least in detail.
Needless to say, that I’m much better and I’m more effective at my job. I’m actually proud of myself, I’m so involved in my job and my mind wanders less now because of the renewed energy.
I’m in the second trimester of my pregnancy and I’m so looking forward to putting to bed and giving life to another. I’ve come to appreciate pregnancy and love the whole process. I’d save all the pregnancy details for another post.
All, I can say for now is that, I’m so sorry for being gone for so long. I hope I’m forgiven.
I was in London on holiday with my family. I’ve got a large over there, and I’m always happy whenever I get the chance to be with them. Without patronising, I think my cousins are the best and I’m thankful to God for blessing us with each other.
If you remember from my previous post, I said I was pregnant. After the amazing and shocking discovery, I was ill and didn’t think I could manage at work, that was why I took some time off to be with my family and rest.
The change of environment was very useful. I pretty much slept all through my 12 days in London. My aunties and cousins all dotted on me and understood when I couldn’t stop having my little cousin lollipop ice cream and falling asleep every 10 minutes.
Shopping was not really a part of my holiday because I could hardly walk from one end of the street to the other, talk less of roam the street of London.
I returned from London after an exhaustive stopover in Dubai and went back to work immediately. Believe me; I was out of tune at work for a long while. A lot of things that was being said to me before I travelled entered from one ear and left from the other almost immediately because I was so tired all the time, I found it hard to concentrate on what I was being told. So, one of my main task upon my return was to catch up on all the things I was asked to do, at least in detail.
Needless to say, that I’m much better and I’m more effective at my job. I’m actually proud of myself, I’m so involved in my job and my mind wanders less now because of the renewed energy.
I’m in the second trimester of my pregnancy and I’m so looking forward to putting to bed and giving life to another. I’ve come to appreciate pregnancy and love the whole process. I’d save all the pregnancy details for another post.
All, I can say for now is that, I’m so sorry for being gone for so long. I hope I’m forgiven.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Guess What?
I found out last week Monday that I’m pregnant and my Ob said I have fibroid – which I rejected with immediate alacrity. My life has literally changed since that revelation. I went to my Ob. to complain that I was having really painful cramps as my period was due anytime soon. The overzealous nurses I met at the reception sent me to the laboratory for a blood test that I might just be pregnant, I was slightly irritated, what has painful cramps got to do with pregnancy.
I did the test and waited for my Ob to see me. Immediately, he came in, I was told I was going to have a scan – I was perturbed at this point. For goodness sakes, I’m not pregnant! I just need painkillers.
I was told to drink loads of water and was ushered into the room. I took off my shoes and laid on the bed. A nurse folded my top while my Ob squeezed some jelly like liquid on my tummy. He began to roll the “mouse/joystick” over my tummy while glancing at the computer and my tummy. Eventually he pointed at a visible structure and he said, that is a fibroid and pointed at something very tiny and said -
Ob: that’s it.
Me: (In shock) what?
Ob: your baby.
Me: How can you tell the difference?
Ob: The shape is different.
I dressed up and went to his office. He asked me how I knew I was pregnant because it was too early to tell. I told him I didn’t know, I came for something else entirely – painly cramps. He smiled and told me to pick up my drugs – folic acid from the pharmacists on my way out. He also said I’m not allowed to take any drugs and I should be back in two weeks for a follow up.
Well, since I found out I’m pregnant; I’ve been juggling between one illness or the other. I’m either weak, or feeling feverish or having cramps or no appetite. I’ve been down. I missed work like twice last week.
Right now, I just want to be well because I don’t feel well at all. I know a lot of women experience different things in the first trimester and right now, I’m no exception.
Confession: Whose report will I believe, I shall believe the report of the Lord
I did the test and waited for my Ob to see me. Immediately, he came in, I was told I was going to have a scan – I was perturbed at this point. For goodness sakes, I’m not pregnant! I just need painkillers.
I was told to drink loads of water and was ushered into the room. I took off my shoes and laid on the bed. A nurse folded my top while my Ob squeezed some jelly like liquid on my tummy. He began to roll the “mouse/joystick” over my tummy while glancing at the computer and my tummy. Eventually he pointed at a visible structure and he said, that is a fibroid and pointed at something very tiny and said -
Ob: that’s it.
Me: (In shock) what?
Ob: your baby.
Me: How can you tell the difference?
Ob: The shape is different.
I dressed up and went to his office. He asked me how I knew I was pregnant because it was too early to tell. I told him I didn’t know, I came for something else entirely – painly cramps. He smiled and told me to pick up my drugs – folic acid from the pharmacists on my way out. He also said I’m not allowed to take any drugs and I should be back in two weeks for a follow up.
Well, since I found out I’m pregnant; I’ve been juggling between one illness or the other. I’m either weak, or feeling feverish or having cramps or no appetite. I’ve been down. I missed work like twice last week.
Right now, I just want to be well because I don’t feel well at all. I know a lot of women experience different things in the first trimester and right now, I’m no exception.
Confession: Whose report will I believe, I shall believe the report of the Lord
Friday, July 9, 2010
My Story.
I’ve always looked forward to sharing my story on my blog. I’ve shared bits and pieces of it with people when they need to be motivated but not the full story because I never even know where to start from. After watching Khadija on Oprah and reading her story, I thought it was high time I wrote something because I could identify with some aspects of her life.
I come from a financially unstable rich-poor family. I attended the best of schools in Nigeria, Vivian Fowler, Atlantic Hall and a private university. I’ve travelled first class on summer holidays to Europe and the Middle East. I’ve drank Garri and sold pure water to keep body and soul together. I’ve cried myself to bed because I was hungry and didn’t have food to eat. I’ve lost a lot of friends because I couldn’t keep up or just didn’t fit into their “class” anymore. I’ve missed school loads of times because my dad couldn’t afford to pay my school fees.
But in all I didn’t give up. I knew I wanted to be a great person; I’M A DREAMER and was not willing to trade that for anything in the world.
I never saw myself as an exceptional student. I went through school like everyone striving to do well in class. I was never an A student but I managed between a B and C sometimes maybe a D or E. When I was in junior school, the school principal gave a few of us letters inviting our parents for a meeting. My dad went with me and the principal informed us that I was behind in my academics and they were not sure if they would allow me write the junior secondary exams because my chances of passing were slim (till today I really don’t know how they came to that conclusion). My dad was upset and after discussions with my mum, my parents agreed to change my school.
I began to do well in my new school and I even came second once. I remember I liked to go to the library a lot. I liked to look at all the books and read a few. I just knew I wanted to make it in life.
I graduated high school with the usual B’s and C’s but I didn’t get into University because I couldn’t pass JAMB exam. After struggling unsuccessfully to get into Uni for 2 years, I applied to two of the private universities in Nigeria and I was given admission into the two schools.
I entered Uni and I found out that people I went to high school with were either in their junior and senior years while I was still a freshman (my uni runs the American system). I tried to still be friends with a few of them but a lot had changed. So, I settled for my fellow freshmen but for some reason I don’t know, I couldn’t make friends easily, so, I made my books my friends.
My first semester results were just average. My second semester result was a whopping 4.80 out of a 5.00 GPA. This result was a wakeup call for me. I was not as stupid and dumb like some of my high school teachers had told me.
So at the beginning of every semester, I’d write out the grades I wanted to get on my course form for the fun of it. In my third year, I was looking through my documents and I discovered that I always got exactly what I wrote down only in one or two cases I had a B when I wrote an A and that was when the verse-write the vision, and make it plain on tables, that he may run that reads it, became real to me.
I began to trust God for wisdom. I read the book of proverbs from beginning to the end. God gave me wisdom. I was wise and did a lot of things that ordinarily on my own I couldn’t have done. Some people disliked me because they felt I was wicked when I said I didn’t know things but the truth was I didn’t know these things but somehow I always came out top in my class. I always had a positive attitude and never dwelt on the challenge before me.
To cut my long story short, I graduated with a first class honours and also as the best graduating student in the School of Law...
I still ask myself how I did it.
For the Lord God is my helper; I will not be put to shame: so I have made my face like a rock, and I am certain that he will give me my right. Isaiah 50:7
I come from a financially unstable rich-poor family. I attended the best of schools in Nigeria, Vivian Fowler, Atlantic Hall and a private university. I’ve travelled first class on summer holidays to Europe and the Middle East. I’ve drank Garri and sold pure water to keep body and soul together. I’ve cried myself to bed because I was hungry and didn’t have food to eat. I’ve lost a lot of friends because I couldn’t keep up or just didn’t fit into their “class” anymore. I’ve missed school loads of times because my dad couldn’t afford to pay my school fees.
But in all I didn’t give up. I knew I wanted to be a great person; I’M A DREAMER and was not willing to trade that for anything in the world.
I never saw myself as an exceptional student. I went through school like everyone striving to do well in class. I was never an A student but I managed between a B and C sometimes maybe a D or E. When I was in junior school, the school principal gave a few of us letters inviting our parents for a meeting. My dad went with me and the principal informed us that I was behind in my academics and they were not sure if they would allow me write the junior secondary exams because my chances of passing were slim (till today I really don’t know how they came to that conclusion). My dad was upset and after discussions with my mum, my parents agreed to change my school.
I began to do well in my new school and I even came second once. I remember I liked to go to the library a lot. I liked to look at all the books and read a few. I just knew I wanted to make it in life.
I graduated high school with the usual B’s and C’s but I didn’t get into University because I couldn’t pass JAMB exam. After struggling unsuccessfully to get into Uni for 2 years, I applied to two of the private universities in Nigeria and I was given admission into the two schools.
I entered Uni and I found out that people I went to high school with were either in their junior and senior years while I was still a freshman (my uni runs the American system). I tried to still be friends with a few of them but a lot had changed. So, I settled for my fellow freshmen but for some reason I don’t know, I couldn’t make friends easily, so, I made my books my friends.
My first semester results were just average. My second semester result was a whopping 4.80 out of a 5.00 GPA. This result was a wakeup call for me. I was not as stupid and dumb like some of my high school teachers had told me.
So at the beginning of every semester, I’d write out the grades I wanted to get on my course form for the fun of it. In my third year, I was looking through my documents and I discovered that I always got exactly what I wrote down only in one or two cases I had a B when I wrote an A and that was when the verse-write the vision, and make it plain on tables, that he may run that reads it, became real to me.
I began to trust God for wisdom. I read the book of proverbs from beginning to the end. God gave me wisdom. I was wise and did a lot of things that ordinarily on my own I couldn’t have done. Some people disliked me because they felt I was wicked when I said I didn’t know things but the truth was I didn’t know these things but somehow I always came out top in my class. I always had a positive attitude and never dwelt on the challenge before me.
To cut my long story short, I graduated with a first class honours and also as the best graduating student in the School of Law...
I still ask myself how I did it.
For the Lord God is my helper; I will not be put to shame: so I have made my face like a rock, and I am certain that he will give me my right. Isaiah 50:7
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Money simply does it!
Yesterday hubby and I went to the UK visa application centre, in preparation for our holiday later in the year. I didn’t know how to take permission from work, I didn’t want to lie about where I was going and I didn’t want anyone in the office to know my family plans.
So I decided to squeeze out of the office during my lunch hour which could extend a lit bit over an hour.
Hubby picked me up from the office and we headed for the Island. All the while hubby thought the application centre was still at V. I. until I told him they had relocated to Lekki. Suddenly, I asked hubby for the investment document which was to show how much we had saved up for this trip, only for hubby to tell me he forgot to get it from the bank. I was completely weak. So I said to him there’s no point applying for a visa without such a vital document.
So we agreed to turn around and drive to the bank in Apapa, to pick up the document. All the while I was already fidgeting; I didn’t want to be late for work.
We made it to the application centre in 30 minutes after the merry go round. You trust all application centres, there was a ridiculously long queue, we were giving a tag – number 155. I just smiled and thought to myself I’m in hot oil today!
We met a uniformed security guard at the entrance and he asked us if we were VIP’s we said No. We told him we wanted to get things done quickly and he said we had to pay N10,000 each for VIP. I quickly whispered to hubby that he should pay. The guard went on to say we could pay 5,000 and they will smuggle us to the front on the regular queue. Hubby and I agreed (I was just thinking of how to get back to work).
So we got in to the waiting room where documents were been checked and sat down. Another security guy was in charge here, he was calling numbers. When we got in, he was on number 113. Apparently, the first security guard had already signalled to him about us. Like thirty minutes later, he called us up to have our documents checked, at this time he was on number 117, remember we were number 155.
We had our documents checked and proceeded to pay, immediately we got there the security guard took us to the next available cashier (I guess he had been signalled to as well). We were done with payments in 5mins.
Before, we headed upstairs for submission and biometrics, the security guard asked hubby to go to the toilet and he’d meet him there. I left them and went upstairs.
Hubby met me upstairs. The people in the waiting room here were not many but as we were in a hurry, hubby spoke to the security guy and before we knew it we next.
Finally, biometrics, this was pretty easy because no one was before us. Another security guy came to us and acted like he wanted to brief us. This was how the conversation went.
Guard: The guy say you go settle am, say make u give me (the guard held our file and acted like he was showing us what to do)
Hubby and I: Ok ( while nodding our heads in comprehension)
Guard: You go do like say you wan drink water from the machine, then u go throw the money inside the dustbin with the cup.
Hubby and I: Ok
Well, I went in immediately for my biometrics, so I don’t really know how hubby settled the guy.
Eventually, I was out of there in an hour and back at my desk ten minutes later.
Long and short of the story, you can get your way with money. How sad!
... but money answers all things. Ecclesiastes 10:19 (American King James Version)
So I decided to squeeze out of the office during my lunch hour which could extend a lit bit over an hour.
Hubby picked me up from the office and we headed for the Island. All the while hubby thought the application centre was still at V. I. until I told him they had relocated to Lekki. Suddenly, I asked hubby for the investment document which was to show how much we had saved up for this trip, only for hubby to tell me he forgot to get it from the bank. I was completely weak. So I said to him there’s no point applying for a visa without such a vital document.
So we agreed to turn around and drive to the bank in Apapa, to pick up the document. All the while I was already fidgeting; I didn’t want to be late for work.
We made it to the application centre in 30 minutes after the merry go round. You trust all application centres, there was a ridiculously long queue, we were giving a tag – number 155. I just smiled and thought to myself I’m in hot oil today!
We met a uniformed security guard at the entrance and he asked us if we were VIP’s we said No. We told him we wanted to get things done quickly and he said we had to pay N10,000 each for VIP. I quickly whispered to hubby that he should pay. The guard went on to say we could pay 5,000 and they will smuggle us to the front on the regular queue. Hubby and I agreed (I was just thinking of how to get back to work).
So we got in to the waiting room where documents were been checked and sat down. Another security guy was in charge here, he was calling numbers. When we got in, he was on number 113. Apparently, the first security guard had already signalled to him about us. Like thirty minutes later, he called us up to have our documents checked, at this time he was on number 117, remember we were number 155.
We had our documents checked and proceeded to pay, immediately we got there the security guard took us to the next available cashier (I guess he had been signalled to as well). We were done with payments in 5mins.
Before, we headed upstairs for submission and biometrics, the security guard asked hubby to go to the toilet and he’d meet him there. I left them and went upstairs.
Hubby met me upstairs. The people in the waiting room here were not many but as we were in a hurry, hubby spoke to the security guy and before we knew it we next.
Finally, biometrics, this was pretty easy because no one was before us. Another security guy came to us and acted like he wanted to brief us. This was how the conversation went.
Guard: The guy say you go settle am, say make u give me (the guard held our file and acted like he was showing us what to do)
Hubby and I: Ok ( while nodding our heads in comprehension)
Guard: You go do like say you wan drink water from the machine, then u go throw the money inside the dustbin with the cup.
Hubby and I: Ok
Well, I went in immediately for my biometrics, so I don’t really know how hubby settled the guy.
Eventually, I was out of there in an hour and back at my desk ten minutes later.
Long and short of the story, you can get your way with money. How sad!
... but money answers all things. Ecclesiastes 10:19 (American King James Version)
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Football Obsession
Hubby loves WORSHIPS football. I didn’t know his love for football was overwhelming and a bit annoying until I got married to him. I've tried as much as possible to respect his desire and stay out of his way whenever there’s a match.
I even decided to get interested in football especially when hubby raised it in marriage counselling. I began to watch out for his club, match results and chat with him about the matches, coaches and even players.
Prior to the world cup hubby sent me a memo that is been circulated widely, about how I have to keep myself in the know of upcoming matches and stay out his way during a match. I even replied him saying “Noted”.
Hubby began to prepare for the world cup in earnest and I made a mental note to be careful so as not to get into any arguement with hubby. He chased the t.v. connection guy so he could fix a t.v. antenna in the guest room there while I had the t.v’s in the living room and the bed room to myself. Hubby insisted that he didn’t want me to disturb him whenever a match was going on.
However, I’m so so PISSED this morning. Yesterday when hubby got back from work, he told me he was going to take the t.v in the guest room to work, so he could watch the match between Nigeria and Greece the following day. And I replied saying “you’re kidding, right?” and he went on to tell me he was serious and how a colleague said he should bring the t.v. as well. I then told him that I’m sure your colleague has a t.v. at home, he should take his own t.v. to the office instead of you. I said it was absurd, I’d never heard of someone taking the t.v. to work because of football. I noticed hubby was getting angry so I said he should do whatever he likes but I did’t want to say anything about it again. The last thing you want is for hubby to get angry coz he acts like an inconsolable baby- I hope he never sees this (Hubby has a loud voice which you can easily mistake for shouting and he gesticulates a lot).
I served him his dinner and went to bed because I was very tired.
This morning we got into the car and hubby mumbled the morning prayers, I struggled to say Amen because I could hardly hear him. He looked gloomy and I asked him what the matter was. He said he was angry that he was not going to watch Nigeria play and he went on to say I didn’t allow him take the t.v. to work. I was like what the hell? I quickly said, "we ‘re still on the street let’s go back and get the t.v." I was very furious and I pleaded with him to turn the car around, so he could get the t.v. and he said NO.
He started ranting, hubby said he had told me he loved football before we got married bla bla bla.
I almost died of embarrassment when I saw a guy staring at hubby and I in traffic (Hubby was still ranting, and I was just looking out of the window).
All these while, I was short of words, very confused and silently blaming myself for saying a word when he said he was taking the t.v. to work. I thought hubby was been so childish, unfair, and getting angry at the wrong person. As far as I’m concerned, he should be mad at FIFA for putting the match at 3:00 p.m. What if we didn't have a t.v.?
I kept quiet all through the ride to work. My head was beginning to ache terribly, still is aching. A few minutes later, hubby called me at work to tell me today is his dad’s birthday.
To my amazement, I’ve noticed that there’s an unusually coincidence that occurs when hubby and I have a disagreement. Hubby and I always happen to have a major disagreement whenever his family members are celebrating one thing or the other and I'm always so angry that the last thing I want to do is talk to anyone but instead I’m forced to smile and act like everything's ok. However, I don’t know how good I’ve been able to hide that.
Now I have to call dad to wish him a happy birthday and also very curious to see how hubby and I will end this.
A time for war, and a time for peace. (Ecclesiastes 3:8)
I even decided to get interested in football especially when hubby raised it in marriage counselling. I began to watch out for his club, match results and chat with him about the matches, coaches and even players.
Prior to the world cup hubby sent me a memo that is been circulated widely, about how I have to keep myself in the know of upcoming matches and stay out his way during a match. I even replied him saying “Noted”.
Hubby began to prepare for the world cup in earnest and I made a mental note to be careful so as not to get into any arguement with hubby. He chased the t.v. connection guy so he could fix a t.v. antenna in the guest room there while I had the t.v’s in the living room and the bed room to myself. Hubby insisted that he didn’t want me to disturb him whenever a match was going on.
However, I’m so so PISSED this morning. Yesterday when hubby got back from work, he told me he was going to take the t.v in the guest room to work, so he could watch the match between Nigeria and Greece the following day. And I replied saying “you’re kidding, right?” and he went on to tell me he was serious and how a colleague said he should bring the t.v. as well. I then told him that I’m sure your colleague has a t.v. at home, he should take his own t.v. to the office instead of you. I said it was absurd, I’d never heard of someone taking the t.v. to work because of football. I noticed hubby was getting angry so I said he should do whatever he likes but I did’t want to say anything about it again. The last thing you want is for hubby to get angry coz he acts like an inconsolable baby- I hope he never sees this (Hubby has a loud voice which you can easily mistake for shouting and he gesticulates a lot).
I served him his dinner and went to bed because I was very tired.
This morning we got into the car and hubby mumbled the morning prayers, I struggled to say Amen because I could hardly hear him. He looked gloomy and I asked him what the matter was. He said he was angry that he was not going to watch Nigeria play and he went on to say I didn’t allow him take the t.v. to work. I was like what the hell? I quickly said, "we ‘re still on the street let’s go back and get the t.v." I was very furious and I pleaded with him to turn the car around, so he could get the t.v. and he said NO.
He started ranting, hubby said he had told me he loved football before we got married bla bla bla.
I almost died of embarrassment when I saw a guy staring at hubby and I in traffic (Hubby was still ranting, and I was just looking out of the window).
All these while, I was short of words, very confused and silently blaming myself for saying a word when he said he was taking the t.v. to work. I thought hubby was been so childish, unfair, and getting angry at the wrong person. As far as I’m concerned, he should be mad at FIFA for putting the match at 3:00 p.m. What if we didn't have a t.v.?
I kept quiet all through the ride to work. My head was beginning to ache terribly, still is aching. A few minutes later, hubby called me at work to tell me today is his dad’s birthday.
To my amazement, I’ve noticed that there’s an unusually coincidence that occurs when hubby and I have a disagreement. Hubby and I always happen to have a major disagreement whenever his family members are celebrating one thing or the other and I'm always so angry that the last thing I want to do is talk to anyone but instead I’m forced to smile and act like everything's ok. However, I don’t know how good I’ve been able to hide that.
Now I have to call dad to wish him a happy birthday and also very curious to see how hubby and I will end this.
A time for war, and a time for peace. (Ecclesiastes 3:8)
Monday, June 14, 2010
Traditional boyfriend
My good friend “B” called me on Saturday and asked me how long it took me before I started doing hubby's chores when we were dating and I replied her saying, I didn't start doing things for him until when I was sure the relationship was leading somewhere but I was quick to also mention that hubby didn't allow me do stuffs for him. He always said it was not my duty until I was married, so the things I did were because I just wanted to do them.
B told me how she and her boyfriend were having arguments because he expected her to do his dishes, cook and other stuffs for him.
I told her it was good she and her boo were having this discussion (actually it was an argument but then you have to choose your words carefully) because these are the kind of issues that cause major disagreements in marriage.
I went on to tell her that some men are very traditional and some ladies too don't mind slaving (pardon my word) for them. As a girlfriend, you should know what your boo likes and ask yourself if you can live with it in marriage, if not save your head now and vice versa. I encouraged her to talk about it some more with her boo.
By the way, my friend has lived in the States for a long while, so the way she thinks will or might be slightly different. I guess?
Thinking about it again, some men are just silly. I don't see why another person should clean your mess for you. You eat, and then you clean up after yourself. God didn't only give you hands to aid walking and play video games but to take care of yourselves by washing, farming aka getting a job. etc. A woman is a helpmate.
I’m not saying women shouldn’t do these things but it’s not cast in stone whose responsibility it is, so why can’t you do your things yourself or share the chores with your wife when you’re married.
Personally, I don't suffer male chauvinist gladly. I consider it laziness or wickedness of the highest order.
The LORD God said, "It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him." Geneisis 2:18 (NIV)
B told me how she and her boyfriend were having arguments because he expected her to do his dishes, cook and other stuffs for him.
I told her it was good she and her boo were having this discussion (actually it was an argument but then you have to choose your words carefully) because these are the kind of issues that cause major disagreements in marriage.
I went on to tell her that some men are very traditional and some ladies too don't mind slaving (pardon my word) for them. As a girlfriend, you should know what your boo likes and ask yourself if you can live with it in marriage, if not save your head now and vice versa. I encouraged her to talk about it some more with her boo.
By the way, my friend has lived in the States for a long while, so the way she thinks will or might be slightly different. I guess?
Thinking about it again, some men are just silly. I don't see why another person should clean your mess for you. You eat, and then you clean up after yourself. God didn't only give you hands to aid walking and play video games but to take care of yourselves by washing, farming aka getting a job. etc. A woman is a helpmate.
I’m not saying women shouldn’t do these things but it’s not cast in stone whose responsibility it is, so why can’t you do your things yourself or share the chores with your wife when you’re married.
Personally, I don't suffer male chauvinist gladly. I consider it laziness or wickedness of the highest order.
The LORD God said, "It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him." Geneisis 2:18 (NIV)
Frustrated
It takes a whole lot, I mean the grace of God to be married and stay married. All the stuffs we're told about marriage in counselling is so true; the importance of communication, compromise, submission and the likes. But sometimes I can't help being so angry with something’s that happen in marriage. I'm usually not an angry person, I try not to take things to heart because I found out very early in life that prolonged anger is not worth it especially towards things that I cannot change rather I channel by energy towards positive things and draw key learnings from the experience.
Hubby and I certainly have different backgrounds, values and belief systems and like every other couple; we've had disagreements as a result of our differences. E.g. I'm a short words person while hubby is a long words person. I get irritated when hubby tells me something and he goes on and on about it. Hubby is vocal and confrontational but I'm a bit on the quiet side but pretty stubborn. Rather than say things that hurt me, I keep quite just to avoid long, angry discussions but hubby is the opposite. Although, these days he tries to save his reaction until later because the initial reaction causes more damage.
Hubby says I withdraw into my shell after an argument or being told off. He has always encouraged me to speak up and express myself. On one occasion I expressed myself, and hubby said I disrespected/ disregarded him. I'm still not sure what he meant by that?
Moments like these when I feel frustrated, I just want my peace and that means being alone for a while but I can't seem to have any of that anymore. Lost it all when I signed those papers for better or for worse.
"Therefore what God has joined together, let man not separate." Mark 10:9 (NIV)
Hubby and I certainly have different backgrounds, values and belief systems and like every other couple; we've had disagreements as a result of our differences. E.g. I'm a short words person while hubby is a long words person. I get irritated when hubby tells me something and he goes on and on about it. Hubby is vocal and confrontational but I'm a bit on the quiet side but pretty stubborn. Rather than say things that hurt me, I keep quite just to avoid long, angry discussions but hubby is the opposite. Although, these days he tries to save his reaction until later because the initial reaction causes more damage.
Hubby says I withdraw into my shell after an argument or being told off. He has always encouraged me to speak up and express myself. On one occasion I expressed myself, and hubby said I disrespected/ disregarded him. I'm still not sure what he meant by that?
Moments like these when I feel frustrated, I just want my peace and that means being alone for a while but I can't seem to have any of that anymore. Lost it all when I signed those papers for better or for worse.
"Therefore what God has joined together, let man not separate." Mark 10:9 (NIV)
Friday, June 11, 2010
Losing Weight
My alarm buzzed at 5:40 a.m. and I jumped out of bed and headed for the bathroom to have a shower. The weather was quite warm today so I didn’t have any qualms using cold water, I, also, didn’t have to worry about what to wear because it’s either jeans or Ankara (TGIF).
I put on my outfit and it clung to my body like my second skin and that's not what you want to wear to work, with all those "hawks" waiting to devour you. The last thing I wanted is to draw more attention to myself.
I was pissed because I couldn’t fit into my clothes comfortably anymore and I had to figure out what to wear asap. I tried on like three shirts and they were just too tight and it finally dawned on me that it was high time I did something about my weight.
So I’ve finally decided to take my health and weight seriously. I used to run and jog a lot but that seems almost impossible in Lagos. I’m so scared of the okada and danfo drivers especially when I almost got hit like twice. Sorry, I don’t stay in one of those areas where you have proper walk ways to walk, jog or run.
I’ve registered at a gym-thank God for my organisation and I hope to get rid of every pound I have gained over the years and comfortable wear a size 8.
My new meal plan is as follows:
Breakfast: Cereal or Toast
Lunch: Salad/ Moin Moin with Fish
Dinner: Moin moin/ Chicken Salad / Beans
Snack: Carrots/ OrangesNew Resolutions -
No fizzy drinks
No pastries (even though I indulged a bit yesterday and worked out as well)
No red meat
Take the stairs instead of the lift
Get Active
Smile when people tell me I’m fat (I’m a size 10-below /12 -above and I hate it when you tell me I'm fat. For goodness sake, it's inappropriate to tell a lady she's fat. It just never goes down well with me)
Let’s see how much pounds or kg, I’d loose in the next one month and over the years.
All the best to me!
Dear Lord, With YOU all things are possible.
I put on my outfit and it clung to my body like my second skin and that's not what you want to wear to work, with all those "hawks" waiting to devour you. The last thing I wanted is to draw more attention to myself.
I was pissed because I couldn’t fit into my clothes comfortably anymore and I had to figure out what to wear asap. I tried on like three shirts and they were just too tight and it finally dawned on me that it was high time I did something about my weight.
So I’ve finally decided to take my health and weight seriously. I used to run and jog a lot but that seems almost impossible in Lagos. I’m so scared of the okada and danfo drivers especially when I almost got hit like twice. Sorry, I don’t stay in one of those areas where you have proper walk ways to walk, jog or run.
I’ve registered at a gym-thank God for my organisation and I hope to get rid of every pound I have gained over the years and comfortable wear a size 8.
My new meal plan is as follows:
Breakfast: Cereal or Toast
Lunch: Salad/ Moin Moin with Fish
Dinner: Moin moin/ Chicken Salad / Beans
Snack: Carrots/ OrangesNew Resolutions -
No fizzy drinks
No pastries (even though I indulged a bit yesterday and worked out as well)
No red meat
Take the stairs instead of the lift
Get Active
Smile when people tell me I’m fat (I’m a size 10-below /12 -above and I hate it when you tell me I'm fat. For goodness sake, it's inappropriate to tell a lady she's fat. It just never goes down well with me)
Let’s see how much pounds or kg, I’d loose in the next one month and over the years.
All the best to me!
Dear Lord, With YOU all things are possible.
Friday, May 21, 2010
2010
2010 is so my year. I started this year with my dream job in an oil company and I now earn a fat salary- not sure if it will still be fat in three years though and of course my profile has greatly gone up.
In April, I got married to the love of my life, my honey and strawberry gateau. I also got to visit famous dubai and sharjah for my honeymoon. Needless to say, I saw dubai and didn't die but shopped like it was my last holiday.
I clocked a quarter of a century in May. I've never had a birthday get together as long as I can remember. So, I'd be giving my girlfriends a wicked treat this weekend at Jade Garden Chinese Resturant.
My big sis bought her first car in May as well (not forgetting the one dad gave her as a gift two yrs ago). She's been cruising town in it. I'm jealous.
My baby sister who I'm nine years older will be leaving secondary school and entering university in September, sob! sob!!. Thank God for private universities in our lives,hopefully she'd be a first class graduate like me in 2014.
My older brother will be getting married to his longtime sweetheart later in August.
I hope to buy my first car in September- after selling the one dad gave me two years ago and spending the money on what I can't remember now.
I will be starting my PhD later in the year. Apart from the fact that I like to read and I'm passionate about research, I'm getting a Phd so I can be addressed as Dr. (Mrs) N. I. Shogologobangoshe (I hope that's not a curse).
And, I will be ending my year with a white christmas in God's own country AMERICA with babies T and K in my inibiti tummy. lol
All these are first in my life, that's why 2010 will forever be a special and memorable year for me.
Dear God, thank you for what you have done, thank you for what you are doing and thank you for what you will. My hope is built on YOU alone.
In April, I got married to the love of my life, my honey and strawberry gateau. I also got to visit famous dubai and sharjah for my honeymoon. Needless to say, I saw dubai and didn't die but shopped like it was my last holiday.
I clocked a quarter of a century in May. I've never had a birthday get together as long as I can remember. So, I'd be giving my girlfriends a wicked treat this weekend at Jade Garden Chinese Resturant.
My big sis bought her first car in May as well (not forgetting the one dad gave her as a gift two yrs ago). She's been cruising town in it. I'm jealous.
My baby sister who I'm nine years older will be leaving secondary school and entering university in September, sob! sob!!. Thank God for private universities in our lives,hopefully she'd be a first class graduate like me in 2014.
My older brother will be getting married to his longtime sweetheart later in August.
I hope to buy my first car in September- after selling the one dad gave me two years ago and spending the money on what I can't remember now.
I will be starting my PhD later in the year. Apart from the fact that I like to read and I'm passionate about research, I'm getting a Phd so I can be addressed as Dr. (Mrs) N. I. Shogologobangoshe (I hope that's not a curse).
And, I will be ending my year with a white christmas in God's own country AMERICA with babies T and K in my inibiti tummy. lol
All these are first in my life, that's why 2010 will forever be a special and memorable year for me.
Dear God, thank you for what you have done, thank you for what you are doing and thank you for what you will. My hope is built on YOU alone.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Hubby and I Disagree
Forty eight days after my wedding ceremony, hubby and I have our first major disagreement. Hubby is mad because I've spoken to the same colleague twice in two days at night. I think the calls have been innocent especially on my part but maybe I encouraged it- not deliberately though. Hubby has gone ballistic (like he does when he dislikes something). I tried to explain that the call was innocent but he won't have any of it and he stormed out of the room, leaving me to my conscience.
However, I was greatly pained when hubby said he has noticed the way I took great pain to look good these days and he thinks it's because of my colleague- that hurt real bad. You see, when hubby and I were dating, we had loads of fight because I forgot to wear lip gloss or powder. Now, I'm sad because I try to make an effort to please hubby and all I get is such an accusation.
I usually go to bed at eight but tonight I was still awake at 11:00 p.m on a workday because hubby refused to come to bed. I began to have a terrible headache and didn’t fell sleepy one bit. I choose to play sudoku, hoping I will fall asleep but instead I finished a set of Sudoku and was wide awake to play some more. My body was tired So, I sent a text to hubby, apologising for being naive. Hubby eventually came to bed after like another thirty minutes. He was apologetic as well and I was quick to apologise again. We eventually went to bed not without ...
Dear God, please help me. Give me the strength to overcome every temptation that comes my way. I also need all the wisdom I can get.
However, I was greatly pained when hubby said he has noticed the way I took great pain to look good these days and he thinks it's because of my colleague- that hurt real bad. You see, when hubby and I were dating, we had loads of fight because I forgot to wear lip gloss or powder. Now, I'm sad because I try to make an effort to please hubby and all I get is such an accusation.
I usually go to bed at eight but tonight I was still awake at 11:00 p.m on a workday because hubby refused to come to bed. I began to have a terrible headache and didn’t fell sleepy one bit. I choose to play sudoku, hoping I will fall asleep but instead I finished a set of Sudoku and was wide awake to play some more. My body was tired So, I sent a text to hubby, apologising for being naive. Hubby eventually came to bed after like another thirty minutes. He was apologetic as well and I was quick to apologise again. We eventually went to bed not without ...
Dear God, please help me. Give me the strength to overcome every temptation that comes my way. I also need all the wisdom I can get.
Baby Mama
I came across these words in black American films and it was used to describe the mother of one’s child. “My baby mama this or that”, whatever!
My post is about me becoming a Baby Mama. I like babies but I’ve never really gone out of my way to carry, tickle or coo them, although, I try hard these days but it doesn’t just flow. The babies don’t even make it easier they just stare at me, wondering what on earth am trying to do. Very Annoying!
Now that I’m married, I can’t run away from it anymore. Each time I visit my mum, she pokes my tummy (like she can feel the baby that way) and I tell her “Mummy we are not ready”. The last time I visited her she was practically begging me “joo joo, se o mo pe mo ti n dagba (please please u know I’m getting old)”. I almost fell for her sad look.
Hubby and I have discussed having children and we have agreed that we will worry about it after furthering our education. I want to get a PhD and Masters for Hubby. So, after we returned from our honeymoon, I went to see my Ob and asked him to recommend a birth control. Needless to say, I have already done my own research (thank God for Google-my fave website of all time), so when my Ob said the pill, I began asking questions based on the side effects I had read online. Ob assured me that I will be fine on the pill and gave me a dosage for three months. He asked me to come back anytime in case I was experiencing any side effects.
How could I forget to mention the horrifying medical examination? After I told my Ob the reason for my visit, he asked me take off my clothes and lie on the bed, bend my knees, join my feet together and spread my bended knees. If only that was all, I would have been the happiest lady on earth that day but it was just the beginning. He started with my breast, after rubbing and fiddling with them. He inserted a speculum in me (Google it up, in my own opinion too big for that tiny hole), the whole process didn’t last long but I wish the Ob could have skipped that part and I know it doesn’t get better especially when one is pregnant.
I started taking the pill every day, I was practically living on drugs. Once the grandfather clock in the living room chimed 8:00 p.m. Hubby reminds me to take my drugs even though I never forget. I’m championing this course and there is no way I was going to lose concentration. I was doing fine until like a week into the drugs, I started feeling funny and couldn’t explain how I felt. I started getting compliments left, right and centre, you’ve added weight, you look good. What??? The last thing I wanted to hear was that I had gained weight. So, I hit the gym, but that didn’t help, I was adding more pounds just by breathing. The bloody pill was messing my system up.
Finally, I got to the inactive pills, where I was supposed to get my period and there was nothing. I began to fret. I went back to Google and discovered this blog http://babymed.com/Blog/Blog.aspx?3 which I found very useful. I didn’t need any further convincing, I ditched the pills immediately. I’ve been sleeping well and I’m sure I’d lose some of the weight I gained.
Wondering what I use now? I’m just free styling and trusting God to bless me like everyone else while I prepare myself mentally, spiritually and physically (babies have to be American citizens) for my bundle of twins when they come. Irony right? Twins but I truly want them.
Dear God, please bless me with twins - Oluwataiwo and Oluwakehinde. I will take proper care of them for you and teach them your word.
My post is about me becoming a Baby Mama. I like babies but I’ve never really gone out of my way to carry, tickle or coo them, although, I try hard these days but it doesn’t just flow. The babies don’t even make it easier they just stare at me, wondering what on earth am trying to do. Very Annoying!
Now that I’m married, I can’t run away from it anymore. Each time I visit my mum, she pokes my tummy (like she can feel the baby that way) and I tell her “Mummy we are not ready”. The last time I visited her she was practically begging me “joo joo, se o mo pe mo ti n dagba (please please u know I’m getting old)”. I almost fell for her sad look.
Hubby and I have discussed having children and we have agreed that we will worry about it after furthering our education. I want to get a PhD and Masters for Hubby. So, after we returned from our honeymoon, I went to see my Ob and asked him to recommend a birth control. Needless to say, I have already done my own research (thank God for Google-my fave website of all time), so when my Ob said the pill, I began asking questions based on the side effects I had read online. Ob assured me that I will be fine on the pill and gave me a dosage for three months. He asked me to come back anytime in case I was experiencing any side effects.
How could I forget to mention the horrifying medical examination? After I told my Ob the reason for my visit, he asked me take off my clothes and lie on the bed, bend my knees, join my feet together and spread my bended knees. If only that was all, I would have been the happiest lady on earth that day but it was just the beginning. He started with my breast, after rubbing and fiddling with them. He inserted a speculum in me (Google it up, in my own opinion too big for that tiny hole), the whole process didn’t last long but I wish the Ob could have skipped that part and I know it doesn’t get better especially when one is pregnant.
I started taking the pill every day, I was practically living on drugs. Once the grandfather clock in the living room chimed 8:00 p.m. Hubby reminds me to take my drugs even though I never forget. I’m championing this course and there is no way I was going to lose concentration. I was doing fine until like a week into the drugs, I started feeling funny and couldn’t explain how I felt. I started getting compliments left, right and centre, you’ve added weight, you look good. What??? The last thing I wanted to hear was that I had gained weight. So, I hit the gym, but that didn’t help, I was adding more pounds just by breathing. The bloody pill was messing my system up.
Finally, I got to the inactive pills, where I was supposed to get my period and there was nothing. I began to fret. I went back to Google and discovered this blog http://babymed.com/Blog/Blog.aspx?3 which I found very useful. I didn’t need any further convincing, I ditched the pills immediately. I’ve been sleeping well and I’m sure I’d lose some of the weight I gained.
Wondering what I use now? I’m just free styling and trusting God to bless me like everyone else while I prepare myself mentally, spiritually and physically (babies have to be American citizens) for my bundle of twins when they come. Irony right? Twins but I truly want them.
Dear God, please bless me with twins - Oluwataiwo and Oluwakehinde. I will take proper care of them for you and teach them your word.
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