it is positive

the two auditors passed by. they've been passing by for the past one week, but never did the nose caught them that strong.. but today, as they passed by, north and south, she just couldn't stand it - the smell.. the cigarattes' smell. the smell were so strong, and she just couldn't take it. she rushed to the ladies, just to vomit, for she just couldn't stand the smell. few minutes later, her sister called her, telling that she's on sick leave. she shared with her the good news. she's expecting. after the traumatic ectopic preganancy she's gone thru a year ago, she is now positively on week five. long way to go. and of course both the sisters are happy with the news. before going off to lunch, she went to the loo, again, to vomit. her head was thumping. her vision blurred. she's just not feeling well. after the good lunch with her bff, she decided to go to the pharmacy. she was two days late. with the vomitting and strong smell sense, she thought she might be positive for hpt. but then again, she come to her senses. she missed her breakfast, and might cause the headache and vomitting earlier. and so, off to her workstation. as it was time to go back, she decided to go to the pharmacy before heading to the carpark. she bought the package. the cheapest one. as she reached home, toilet was her destination. the instruction states to wait for five minutes, but she doesn't have to wait that long. there were two pink bands appeared on the result window, and she knew she was right.

of course she's happy. she wanted another addition in the family, her youngest child (for the time being) is big enough to call himself 'abang'. and of course, deep inside, if she could hope and pray hard enough, a baby girl would do perfect in the family picture. but then again, if it meant to be another boy, she knew she wouldn't mind..

be it a boy or a girl, one thing for sure, she'll be suffering through out the trimesters. not the first three months, not only in the morning. she had it once, and twice.. never learned from her lessons, huh?

her nose would be super-duper sensitive sensoring bad or good smell.. everything is too strong. her hubby's would even need to make sure to take his shower before he goes to bed, or she would just tell him off " your smell is so strong".. be it the cigaratte smell, the perfumes, the deodarants, the fresherners, the food, the sauted garlic, the medicine, the everything... she just couldn't stand it... she would claims it too strong, though, to other 'normal' human being she might be exagerating.

her tounge would run-out of salivas. she just want to wash away her mouth with everything. but she knew she couldn't take anything strong. the spicy food would be too strong for the throat (when she threw out). the plain soup would be tasteless and all she needs a decent food to fill her tummy. the everything taste incomplete and she just need something to satisfy her bud taste, but couldn't (and doubt that she would figure out to) satisfy her taste sense.

her head would keep on thumping, as if the disco beat never stopped playing. this is why, all she wanted to do all day is to lie down on that bed. and once a while, off to the toilet to throw out. she wanted to do that for the rest of forty weeks!

good luck dear you...