My first pregnancy

Carrying on with what I was saying about becoming pregnant in my post of "A symptom my marriage...", the moment I learnt that I was expecting my first baby, I felt exhilarated. I was 35 years old, and had wanted to be a mother for so long already!

I was at home studying with some friends for a final exam we had at university. I had not been feeling too well for the past few weeks... so that one of them rushed to the drugstore at the corner of my house and bought one of those tests one can carry out at home to find out... I was a little reticent at first, saying I was just nervous because of all the exams we had to prepare. But after some talking and nagging, I was sent off to the bathroom and told what I was supposed to do. In the meantime, my three friends kept their ears on the bathroom door, hoping to hear me say something!
I walked out a few minutes later... and handed the strip over to the expert of the group... who saw the two lines clearly depicted on it!!!! We were all extremely happy so that we dropped our books and notes and went out to celebrate.

But all this happiness would not last too long... when my ex got back home from... who knows where from ... I told him I had a great piece of news for him. Before I could say anything he said... "You are pregnant. right? Who is the father?" Imagine my surprise when I heard those words, after all the different situations I had imagined of how I would break the news to him, how he would react, how happy we would both feel... and the asshole had chosen to be funny and make a joke about it!!!!!! As if it could be considered as a joke!
When I ran out of the livingroom where we were sitting, crying my eyes out, he said it had just been a joke, that he knew I was pregnant, had sensed it. And that he knew only too well that I was as faithful as could be, that he knew it was his baby... but whatever he said was never enough to take away the pain I felt at the moment nor to erase the scar his words had left.

Since that day, and throughout my pregnancy, although he pampered me quite some and was around the house a bit more, he never once came with me to the doctor when I had my check-ups. He didn't want to attend the famous course on how to accompany me through delivery...
We had our differences as regards what name we would give our firstborn... he never liked any of the names I chose, there was something bad with each one of them... so eventually we decided that if it was a girl he would choose the name and if it was a boy the choice would be mine.

And, in spite of not being with me at all the important moments of the pregnancy, he was there when our baby was born... a beautiful, redcheeked, blonde baby girl!!!!!