I started this blog with the best of intentions.
Sometimes life changes so quickly it’s hard to keep up. Over the past few months, Flora and I have been working hard to keep ourselves afloat. Like many in our situation, we overextended ourselves and are now playing catch-up, desperately try to make sure our bills are paid on time.
We were thinking more about our plan to travel, but with the way things were, it was looking like that would be far off.
Then in December, we got some surprising news.
Flora was pregnant!
It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, because, you know, we are adults, and you know what that means. We had been trying for another child for some time now, but had given up hope.
I finally told Flora that we need to stop trying, and “it” will happen if we aren’t trying.
That comment was strangely prophetic.
Fatherhood at 50
I turned 50 this year and was not at all expecting to get the news that I would be a father for the fifth time. As I said, we had given up hope. I was thinking that I was getting old, and my ”boys” didn’t swim as fast as the used to when I was young.
I guess they did.
My first reaction was disbelief with a little fear mixed in. Then, I was ecstatic. Sure, I’m older, but I’m not ancient. I still have a whole lot of good years in me, and I love that I get to raise another child with the woman I love.
Zoey is excited too. She has wanted a sister or brother for a long time. It’s been hard on her being the only child, and except for the time Rowela was with us, she has been a bit lonely. Her father is not the best playmate, and she only gets to see her cousins on the weekends.
Flora is more than happy. She’s wanted another baby since Zoey was two years old, so this is a long time coming for her.
Life with a Pregnant Woman
The past 12 weeks have been difficult, to say the least. Poor Flora has been struggling with the worst all-day “morning sickness,” and it’s affected every part of her life. She has been so sick that during the holidays, she cut her working hours way back. She’s had very low energy and nausea. Flora is not one to complain about her ills, but she kept telling me she was sick, so I knew it had to be very bad.
She had trouble eating anything. Even smelling food would send her to the bathroom to throw up. She has not been able to relax until the past week or so when the symptoms started to subside to a point where she could go on with her life.
She is back working again, though I suggested she cut back a little. She agreed, and I’m glad because you can’t force Flora to do something she doesn’t want to do. I’m glad she cut back without complaint because I want her to get plenty of rest so she can enjoy her pregnancy.
She is eating well again. In fact, I don’t think she’s stopped eating the whole week. She eats like a woman possessed, but I’m glad to see it because she is quite a skinny woman and I wanted to see her gain a little “healthy” weight. I think so far the running total is 3 kilos (in 12 weeks).
The doctor said both Flora and the baby are very healthy.
Now that so much has been going on, I am going to get to posting three times a week on this blog. So far, I’ve been focusing most of my attention on Medium.com, but I think I have arranged my time well enough where I can do both.
This is an exciting time for my family and me!