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An amusing story concerning 'Motherhood', I hope you enjoy reading this in the mood it was written, (tongue in cheek) but...Guys...beware! It 'could' happen to you!!! lol

As I lay there, midst swaying grasses tinged with moonlight greys, I thought, and I wondered "What might have been? What 'could' have been? But, c' est la vie, I lay there .....alone.

The breeze chilled and I rose to walk home, then ... I saw her! The most beautiful vision I had ever set eyes on, she stood before me in silence. Her eyes penetrating mine in an almost searching manner. I was about to say something, anything, but her finger rose to her lips and she approached closer to me, and still closer, until it was as if she has passed right through me. I felt a helplessness I was not used to, an awareness of her, yet she was nowhere to be seen. "What an imagination" I muttered. "Must be the night air!

A little shaken, I sat down again...no, I lay down again, almost unwillingly, yet, that was not strictly true. I was enjoying the odd sensations, and then it really began, feelings rose throughout my being! This was not like those wanting moments when a guy lies on his bed in needing dreams or times of murmered desires, this was different. The gentle seduction rose and I was totally absorbed and absolutely soaked in perspiration as I writhed in the ecstasy of her and her taking, until the last peak of our union. Disbelief was my first reaction, wonder was my second, until I felt that final tremble as she withdrew, and she stood before me once again. I could tell from her eyes that this had not been a singular experience. I rose, and again, she placed her finger on her lips but, this time she whispered,

"I never wanted to leave, knowing that my footsteps shall lie empty, and now they won't, thank you! With those words...she slowly dissipated into the evening air, leaving me stunned and still a little unsure of what was reality, and what was not. I could hear her "Thank you......thank you" fade, just as sofltly she had done.

It was several months later when my waistline began to outgrow my trousers, I went off some of my favourite foods to find others I had disliked before, became more palatable. The sickness had become a problem, as it sometimes caught me on my way to the office and it was most inconvenient on the crowded train. But, a visit to my doctor proved fruitless. After the examination, he asked " Are you in a relationship?" To which I replied "You know I'm not, why" He had stroked his chin and looked a little puzzled...something I find most disturbing when doctors should have the answers.

"Well, most of your symptoms are associated with phantom pregnancies, often a sympathetic reaction found in male partners or husbands"

Then he asked "How many pints a week do you drink?"

I told him that I hadn't been out with the guys for the last month or so, I just didn't have the energy after work.
He gave me some sort of anti flatulance prescription and I just carried on, but it did nor stop there. My back began to ache, not a problem I had ever suffered from before and my ankles puffed to the width of an elephant's. Sleeping became more and more uncomfortable as the size of my gassious stomach grew. In fact the gas was so bad in places, it was possible to watch it travel around the abdomen! It was no good, I had to go back to the doctor. This time he examined my stomach more thoroughly, and, he decided to have it X-rayed. Fine, but from that, they then decided to send me next week, to the wing across the grounds for an ultra sound scan...this confused me, as it was the maternity wing, but anything for comfort once again and I just wanted my shape back. Nothing fitted from my wardrobe anymore!

The second hospital date came up and I remember the way the other doctors crammed around to have a look at my ultra screen. I suppose they were not used to men having this done, well, I know they weren't! I could tell by their quizzical looks to me lying there, so blooming bared and embarrassed. Hell, I really felt sorry for women as I lay there, and my situation was not as exposing as theirs would have been!

"Would you be prepared to stay in overnight, for a little exploritary surgery in the morning?" my doctor asked. "Of course" I replied. I just wanted this problem to come to an end. It just seemed to be getting more and more difficult to do the simplest things, so, why not let them do whatever they want if it helps get it diagnosed quicker.

Next morning, the pre med worked a treat. I knew nothing from 10.30 am until I was awakened in the afternoon and heard these words...

"Your daughter is fine, a little early, but strong and doing very well. A most unusual moment for all of us! You are indeed... now a mother" I stammered something incoherent, like, "What? Impossible, you have made some sort of mistake!"

He`continued "It may be that it takes an unusual shock or experience to the body to activate the presence of this condition, have you had some bodily or emotionally 'out of the ordinary' happening?"

What 'could' I say, but "No, Doctor, none"

And...I called my daughter...Angel.

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