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Lest the news be stale by the time I decide to write it, let me do the honour of putting the record straight. We are having a baby.

The rambling nature of my previous post, coupled with the insomniac episode and bottomless stomach, should have been an indication, if any. And all the talk about having another baby to make the panic attacks easier has ironically enough come to fruition, in a manner of speaking.

Also, there were the persistent dizzy spells and feeling of nausea which had rendered me horizontal for some days. I was feeling more fatigued than usual that I decided to break my sunnah fast in the middle of an afternoon after becoming exceptionally woozy.

I had my suspicions about being pregnant but I didn't want to put my hopes high. As such, I attributed the constant headaches to one of my PMS symptoms (interestingly enough, most pregnancy signs can be the onset of menstruation) while the bloatey, queasy feeling was always a culprit after eating the wrong kind of food.

However, my sense of intuition kept gnawing at me for failing to heed the apparent signs. So when the headaches and nausea became more pronounced, I threw caution to the wind and decided to get the home pregnancy kit. Last Sunday night. Yet, between the fear of being disappointed and the strong womanly instinct, the former sadly won. I dilly-dallied until the next morning.

Suffice to say, it was great news! I was overcome with mixed emotions. Exhilarated, disbelief, worry and most of all, gratitude.

As advised, we went to the clinic again in the afternoon to reconfirm the pregnancy and get a referral for an ob-gyn. Only then did I text my mom and three other sisters.

It sure is surreal to be expecting again. I remember the last time I made the excited series of calls to my family. That was late July 2005.

I pray to God for a safe pregnancy and delivery and a healthy, bouncing baby.

For now, the nauseous feeling still lingers. Thanks to God, I have a strong stomach.