There is no doubt about that now. Somewhere inside of this belly, our baby is now growing and within around 7 months, we would be holding our first baby in our arms. That was the reality that I was faced with, and it made me so happy that I wanted to jump up and down with joy.
"What should I do?" I asked Hayden.
Excitement and an energy that I have never experienced before surged through my body. Suddenly, I felt so energized and so strong.
"What do you even mean by that?" Hayden asked as he gave me a very confused look.
"Like...I’m pregnant now so what am I supposed to do? What do I eat? Do I have to exercise? Listen to classical music...or something?" I fired my questions at him in rapid succession.
"You’re not making any sense. Just live your life normally, you’re only 8 weeks pregnant. Be careful and don’t do anything risky. Don’t stress and don’t overwork yourself would be a great start," Hayden suggested as he smiled a little at me.
"Aha...ok..."
Hayden seemed so undisturbed by this news at all while I found the whole moment life changing and I began to panic. I was a little disappointed at his lack of reaction, but I decided to think that it was best that one of us was still in the right state of mind.
...
"Umm...Hayden...why are you here?" I asked in a small voice.
Since he found out that I was pregnant, Hayden stuck to my side all the time even more than before. He even gave up going to work at the hospital. Instead, he spent his days at the gallery with me. Driving me there in the morning, staying with me until I was done with work and then driving me back.
Of course, I fully appreciated his thoughts and actions; however, it started to get more than a bit much.
"And...you’re fine with that?" I asked in slight disbelief.
"Of course. Why else would I suggest for them to do that if I wasn’t fine with it?" Hayden asked sarcastically.
"Alright..." I mumbled in defeat.
Time for me to give up entirely on worrying about his personal pursuant of his career. I’ll just try my best to enjoy my time with Hayden to the maximum.
Apart from Hayden, the other person who was overly fussing over me ever since we broke the news of my pregnancy was our dear Auntie. So far, she had been too busy taking care of Little Hayden while we were so consumed with our work; however, when she found out about my pregnancy, she started her own routine of making sure that I had more than enough of everything.
Healthy food and drinks, maternity clothing and the list goes on and on.
"Dinner is ready," Auntie informed us politely.
"Thank you..." I thanked her before smiling sweetly at her.
Nowadays, I didn’t look forward to my meals at all. Ever since I had entered into the ’pregnant lady’ diet, the joy of eating food all but disappeared. Although the nutritionists and doctors assured me that this was the best for both my baby and me, I still had a hard time swallowing every mouthful. The food just tasted bland, and it was probably too healthy for my liking.
According to them, if I ate all the food that they prepared then the baby would develop well without the food putting on unnecessary extra weight on my body.
It all sounded amazing to not gain unnecessary weight during my pregnancy, but did it have to come at the cost of ruining my tastebuds?
I sat down at the dining table with a soft sigh as my eyes travelled to the unidentifiable food laid out in plates in front of me. Once again, nothing looked particularly appetizing. Why can’t I eat the normal food that Hayden is eating?
--To be continued...