Having had a good, long break from writing my blog, I've come back in to the world of writing as a brand new Mummy. Today marks the three year anniversary of my stroke, and because of this I thought I'd use the occasion to welcome a new series of blog posts, telling you all about my pregnancy, the birth of my son, being a new Mum, and all the while taking on this new, amazing challenge, as a stroke survivor.
My tale begins in an unusual way...
‘I have absolutely nothing to ask this woman,’ I told my
three friends, as we waited in line, sat on fold up chairs, watching elaborate,
marble dolphins shoot water from their mouths, displayed in a fountain that was
standing proud in front of us.
We were queuing to see a psychic. One of my friends and her
Mum were seasoned pro’s at having their fortunes told, whereas I was a novice
and actually quite nervous. I didn’t have a clue what to expect, but was
reassured by my comrades that I just had to let the psychic do the
talking.
Soon enough it was my turn to enter the tiny, golden booth,
decorated with red curtains and yes, from the corner of my eye I did spot a
crystal ball resting on a shelf… I had to stop myself from grinning. What had I gotten myself in to? “Be open
minded!’ I internally scolded myself.
Within seconds of me taking a seat, the casually dressed,
middle aged woman had already guessed that my fiancé and Dad were both called
Christopher, that three of my grandparents had died, and was able to give me
the initials of my two female grandparents. She told me that I’d had two major
illnesses in my life, one of them that had physically affected me. She was able
to tell me about Chris’s ability to speak more than one language and his
connection to all things Spanish. This strange, it seemed, ‘omniscient,’ woman,
also knew about my hair anxiety and the fact that it falls out due to my
alopecia, even though there were no bald patches visible to her. Her knowledge
had me speechless, and if I’m honest, a little spooked. I simply sat there,
trying to stop my jaw from hitting the table, and nodding when she got these
personal facts correct.
As my ‘reading’ was coming to an end the psychic asked me, ‘
Do you have one child?’ I, in turn told her I didn’t. She looked at me with an
almost, ‘knowing look,’ and replied, ‘There’s a child with us, here today.’ Not
really understanding what she was saying, and wondering if she was referring to
some sort of spirit, or child from the afterlife, (remember, I was a psychic
virgin,) I just looked at her and waited for her to continue. ‘Do you want
children?’ she asked. ‘Well, yes, I’d love children in the future,’ I said, not
really knowing where this conversation was going. ‘One will be with you soon,’
she smirked. Then our session was over.
Slightly unnerved, I squeezed out of her little booth and
headed over to where my friends Mum was standing, outside Boots.
‘So, did she say anything interesting?’ my friends Mum
asked. ‘She said there was a baby with me…’ I looked back at her, and pulled a
face, ‘No idea what that means.’ ‘Oh my God Becky, what if you’re pregnant!’
Laughing at her, I assured her there was no way, not a chance, not in a million
years was I pregnant…
Oh my God, what if I’m pregnant?!
Reuniting with my other two friends, after they’d raided
Boots, the four of us headed for a slap up lunch at TGI Friday’s. They all
teased me about the possibility of being pregnant, and I laughed back assuring
them it wasn’t possible, all the while trying to recount in my head when Chris
and I may have slipped up. Were we ever not careful? Nope, there was no chance.
Just forget about it Bec, I told myself. So I did, I forgot all about it and
the next couple of weeks I barely gave what the psychic had told, a second thought,
that was, until my period was late…
