So this morning we raced off to the SOS centre in Cipete and waited 45 minutes for the results — we’re going to have a baby!
The doctor was even nice enough to run off a copy of the lab report.
So now that it is official, we rushed home and contacted the family and some close friends to break the news — we know we’re supposed to wait three months, but we couldn’t help but share some of the happiness.
Once that was out of the way, S made her first of what will no doubt be many bizarre food requests.
“I feel like some cauliflower and broccoli.”
Of course we had neither cauliflower nor broccoli in the fridge, and so a shopping expedition was organised — even though S was suffering from morning sickness (why do they call it morning sickness when it goes 24/7?) –she decided to accommpany me to the excellent Ranch Market in southern Jakarta.
Ranch Market is the place to go when you need that hit of western food — the selection of food is fantastic and when you’re buying up for a nine-month food craving stretch, your credit card better pack a punch.
Once shopped out we headed home and while S relaxed on the lounge watching Wallace and Grommit I was sent to the kitchen to prepare her lunch.
“How do you want the cauliflower and brocolli done?” I ask.
“Oh, I don’t want that anymore. I’d like some rice crackers with crunchy peanut butter and fresh sliced celery please.”
I have eight months of this to go.