Part 2(lack of what to use as title)

So I was practically dragged to the hospital by hubby and I was told to finish the biggest bottle of RAGOLIS water cos I have to go for a scan to see what is wrong with bloated tummy. Aight, yours truly sat in the hospital lobby,sipping my water and getting nervous. By the time I finished I was about to burst with pressure on my bladder.

Walked in like I was walking on egg shells into the scan room,the doctor then started all the usual stuff of pouring the gel on my tummy and then doing stuff..... considering that i couldn't see what he was doing I just entertained myself with his grumblings. He later told me after about 15 minutes that I am fine, he didn't see anything and that my monthly period should be coming in a few days.

THANK GOD, I MOUTHED AS I RAN INTO THE LOO.

So to all of you over sabi bloggers that left comment, it wasn't PREGNANCY O. I continued with job hunt and after a while, hubby and I decided(better still hubby alone sef) decided I should go back to the UK cos I was frustrating him with all my whining every minute as per being idle. Initially, I was so looking forward to going back to the UK cos that means, there is always going to be light at least. NEPA can so show themselves in Naija, can you just imagine going for 3 days without light?? Wicked people.
Left for the UK, i need not tell you how much I cried at the airport. I seriously wanted to back out at the last minute but I wasn't sure boo was going to be chuffed to have wasted that much money on ticket. OK,London here I come.

Still feeling sicky sicky,went to see my GP 2 days after I got into the UK and voila the news:

G.P: when was your last menstrual period?
Temmy: I can't remember cos I don't keep tabs.
(G.P grumbling,probably thinking I am daft not to keep tabs in this jet age,but whatever G.P!)
G.P: I need you to conduct a pregnancy test before you leave so I'd know what to treat you for.
Temmy: uh,ok, fine.

10 minutes after,the lines were blue,so blue as a matter of fact REALLY BLUE. She is preggie.

Dunno if to curse the stupid doctor in naija that said I wasn't?
Dunno if I am really excited.
Dunno if I am truly ready for this.
Dunno, dunno, dunno

That sounded like a silly nursery rhyme doesn't it.

Trust me now, I cry for anything. I cried while thanking God but I didn't forget to ask Him why now cos I was so careful. I wanted to get a job first in Naija before starting a family. Guess He knows better.

Lord I thank you for your unfailing and unending love.

Now I can hear you sneer *we were right all along*
LOL (rolling eyes and shutting down blog)