Becoming pregnant was the scariest and most exhilarating experience I ever had in my life.

    Pregnancy gave me a whole new perspective of life. I am both scared and depress, and excited and happy at the same time.

    How did I know I was pregnant? Instinct, pure woman’s instinct. But like most woman who did not plan of getting pregnant, I did not want to acknowledge that I was pregnant.

    However, I observed that my sexual appetite dropped to a negative, as in “nada.” I had to put 100% effort to making love but my husband still complained about my being “cold in bed.”

    I cry at the lightest provocation and meaningless jibes especially from my husband. And, my tear glands seemed to have suddenly doubled their supply of tears.

    The most exasperating of all signs is becoming sick (as in wanting to vomit) at any given time of the day. The usual smell (of perfume, sautéed garlic or onions) and taste (of fried egg and fried dried fish!!!) would seem to twist my insides.  

    I finally accepted my being pregnant after the fourth week. The denial and exasperation was  replaced by feelings of awe, excitement, and a deep sense of peace. It felt very right to be pregnant, to be in love, and to be alive.

    I read all the materials I can get my hands into about pregnancy and motherhood. I wanted to be fully prepared to take on this new role in my life.

    My son is already one year and eight months old, but I still have that feeling of awe and the deep sense of peace. Becoming pregnant took me and my husband a step deeper in love. It wasn’t just, “I am pregnant,” it was “We are pregnant,” because he totally shared with me the experience.