“I don’t understand.” was my mantra yesterday at the clinic. How many times have these nurses been told and yet they still speak to me in Czech! We couldn’t understand each other that’s because they won’t allow hubby, my translator inside the examination room. It’s frustrating!

Ohhh, even the doctor, poor doctor I can still remember the look on his face. He looked scared talking to me, like there’s a gun pointed in his head.

You speak English? I asked.

A little.

Then he led me inside the room and “interrogated” me. Hah!

“Any problems“? He started.

“I have back pains”

“OK…”

I paused, waiting for an intelligent advice from him… nothing so I continued

“and my eyes can’t focus“. (I’m talking in minimum so he can understand me. I’m afraid the more I talk, the more he would be confused.)

“OK…”

At this point, I expected him to rattle off advices for the back pain and eye problem but nada… so I asked

“Is this normal?” He just nodded. Arghhhh!

During the examination I asked more questions only to get vague answers! Then finally before wrapping things up as he was inputting data into the computer, he told me I can ask him if I have some more questions. Yeah right! Who wants to ask when I don’t get satisfactory answers!

Whatever, it doesn’t matter what they say or not. I’ll just program my mind that everything will happen according to what I believe in. I’ve already claimed that I’ll have a safe and normal delivery and I’ll have a healthy and beautiful baby girl. That’s the power of faith! Amen!

* I gained 700 grams in a week!