The first trimester is considered by many to be the most difficult, with the third trimester being less difficult only because there, it ramps up towards the last month instead of building up in the first month. In Hazel’s case, the hormones kicked in on the second month, with her being inexplicably angry at her sister, Jamie for a whole week. Must be why some people say Nixi looks like Jamie.Even though Hazel was pregnant already, she was still seeing her obstetrician every week during the second month. The monitoring, the shots, the restrictions, all things to adjust to. And adjust we did.
Checkups with Dr. Madamba-Burgos were usually scheduled for after office hours at around 6 or 6:30 pm. Since Hazel’s office was about two street crossings and three buildings away from Medical Plaza, I would walk to there from the condo to pick her up and we would proceed from there. The queue was often stacked 4 or 5 high so we would sign in then grab some dinner before returning. Sometimes her doctor would have an emergency operation so our 6 pm meetings would get moved to 8 or 9 pm.
But we didn’t mind. We were so excited to have a baby that any effort we put in was worth it.
We also stopped going to Japanese restaurants that served our favorite sashimi and sushi items, especially the buffets. Even fruits and salads were avoided, and Hazel missed her veggies a lot. The knowledge she garnered from the Spartan Transformation Program helped her choose meals that would benefit the pregnancy.
Of course, we didn’t mind.
And the shots, oh the shots. The prednisone, in particular, was very painful. I was the one who was to administer the shots and I hated it already. I couldn’t stand seeing Hazel in so much pain. She winced and she whimpered and she clenched her teeth every time. But she took it like a champ. She took each and every one that way.
As much as it hurt, she didn’t mind.
It was all for the baby.
To be continued.