I had given up spinning in favour of aqua aerobics, a change I thought was better for my baby, but I continued with my personal trainer. Mr Fox and I had been working with a personal trainer for a few years in order to improve our on-road cycling. I was very ambitious, at the time we started with Gina, to finish the Argus cycle race in Cape Town in sub four hours. I thought that focused weight training would help strengthen my leg muscles and build stamina. I believe it did as I finished my last Argus cycle race, a few months before I fell pregnant, in a few minutes over my four hour goal.
Gina was a lady who knew everyone. She had clients from all walks of life and she found me a new gynaecologist. Gina had provided her services to the receptionist of a well-known doctor in Sandton Clinic and she helped me to get an appointment as soon as was possible [actually much sooner than would otherwise have been possible]. Most receptionists were happy for someone who was already 10 weeks pregnant to wait a while for an appointment. That did not suit me at all and Gina arranged an appointment a few days later.
Dr Nice was amazing. So competent and soothing and he soon established our expected delivery date and told us that everything was perfect and that we had no need to worry. He also recommended a tour of the Labour Ward at the Clinic and an antenatal course. All these things were very new to me and I was grateful for the reassurance and advice.
I was still feeling horribly nauseous all the time but, as I was not continuously puking, I got little sympathy from anyone, the doctor included. I took to making myself Bovril on toast for breakfast … every morning …. for the remaining 7 months of my pregnancy. No wonder Greg hates the stuff. I am surprised he didn’t pop out shaped like a Bovril bottle. The other possibility was that he would be born attached to a computer keyboard as a result of his parent’s jobs and interests.
One morning, I was running late for work. I was running around looking for my car keys. I could not find them. Mr Fox was desperately called on to help look for them. We searched everywhere, even in the garbage and the washing hamper. Nothing, those elusive keys were nowhere to be found. Mr Fox dropped me off at work, an action that was very out of his way, and I spend the day worrying about the whereabouts of my keys.
I found my keys that evening when setting about preparing for the evening meal. There they were in the refrigerator, on top of the margarine tub. Hmmm! Porridge brain did not go down well with me although Mr Fox thought it was an absolute hoot.
Robbie and Michael Cheadle are the co-authors of the Sir Chocolate Book series and Robbie Cheadle is the author of Silly Willy goes to Cape Town
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