Let's have a baby! This was early 2013, and me and the other (better?) half had decided that now was a good time to turn this duo into a trio.
So, off we went... to the gynaecologist, not someplace else ;) although, that would follow, considering that we did end up having a baby...! snigger ;)
Going to the gynae for a pre-conception check up was my idea and it was right. Because wives are always right, period.
On a serious note, for some inexplicable reason, I was convinced I was barren and would have dreams (or nightmares?!) that my MIL was getting my husband married off to a woman of her choice. HAHA! And that, in the end, there would be lots of Tamil babies, and not two-thirds Tamil and one-third Bengali like our little dude is.
SO...! we are at the gynae, and of course, I am made to undergo a gazillion tests, else how would everyone earn their commission?!
And there it was, proof of my closeted fears, a polyp, whatever that meant, in my uterus.
DRUMROLL...! The wife is barren! MAYBE NOT!
Cue, time to get our scans read by the gynae and explained to us in not-so-medical terms.
Sample this conversation: (p.s. IT'S NOT MADE UP!)
DOC: So... you have a polyp in your uterus
ME: Okay... ummm... okay, polyp, Hello, nice to meet you...? (In my head)
DOC: Think of a tiger...
ME: HUH?!
DOC: Think of the sperm as a visitor, and the polyp, as a tiger.
ME: (In my head) I have no idea where this is leading
DOC: Will the visitor enter if there's a tiger to welcome him?
ME: ummm, no?
DOC: Exactly! So, what's our course of action?
ME: ummmm?
DOC: A visit to the BEST laproscopic surgeon who will operate upon you and take the tiger out! Voila! you get pregnant!
ME: (In my head) Time to look for a non Dr. Dolittle kind of doctor
So, there it was, the kebab mein haddi in our pregnancy, the damn polyp!
The irony was, that little did we know, we were already pregnant! In the very early weeks, and hence, it wasn't caught in the scan! HA! I wasn't barren, there would be no Tamilian second wife and definitely no pure-bred kids. Secularism, here we come, Tamil sperm and Bengali ovum! whoop whoop!
Hello, clear blue positive test and two pretty little lines on a peeing stick! In a few days time, I had symptoms that I didn't notice, but all the experienced aunties did. And so did my mom. MOM WAS RIGHT! Dammit, I hate to admit this and put it in writing, but mom was RIGHT!
But, what about the tiger aka polyp?!
So, off we went... to the gynaecologist, not someplace else ;) although, that would follow, considering that we did end up having a baby...! snigger ;)
Going to the gynae for a pre-conception check up was my idea and it was right. Because wives are always right, period.
On a serious note, for some inexplicable reason, I was convinced I was barren and would have dreams (or nightmares?!) that my MIL was getting my husband married off to a woman of her choice. HAHA! And that, in the end, there would be lots of Tamil babies, and not two-thirds Tamil and one-third Bengali like our little dude is.
SO...! we are at the gynae, and of course, I am made to undergo a gazillion tests, else how would everyone earn their commission?!
And there it was, proof of my closeted fears, a polyp, whatever that meant, in my uterus.
DRUMROLL...! The wife is barren! MAYBE NOT!
Cue, time to get our scans read by the gynae and explained to us in not-so-medical terms.
Sample this conversation: (p.s. IT'S NOT MADE UP!)
DOC: So... you have a polyp in your uterus
ME: Okay... ummm... okay, polyp, Hello, nice to meet you...? (In my head)
DOC: Think of a tiger...
ME: HUH?!
DOC: Think of the sperm as a visitor, and the polyp, as a tiger.
ME: (In my head) I have no idea where this is leading
DOC: Will the visitor enter if there's a tiger to welcome him?
ME: ummm, no?
DOC: Exactly! So, what's our course of action?
ME: ummmm?
DOC: A visit to the BEST laproscopic surgeon who will operate upon you and take the tiger out! Voila! you get pregnant!
ME: (In my head) Time to look for a non Dr. Dolittle kind of doctor
So, there it was, the kebab mein haddi in our pregnancy, the damn polyp!
The irony was, that little did we know, we were already pregnant! In the very early weeks, and hence, it wasn't caught in the scan! HA! I wasn't barren, there would be no Tamilian second wife and definitely no pure-bred kids. Secularism, here we come, Tamil sperm and Bengali ovum! whoop whoop!
Hello, clear blue positive test and two pretty little lines on a peeing stick! In a few days time, I had symptoms that I didn't notice, but all the experienced aunties did. And so did my mom. MOM WAS RIGHT! Dammit, I hate to admit this and put it in writing, but mom was RIGHT!
But, what about the tiger aka polyp?!
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