Film Nagar Here We Come

Over the past two weeks we have been making trips to our new flat in Film Nagar to check on any advances with the various finishing work. We jump on the scooter and after thirty minutes or so we arrive hot and tired at our new place. We take the elevator up to the top floor and despite the high number of people inside each time, not much work ever seems to be completed. It’s frustrating, but if India has taught me one thing, it’s how to be more patient. In spite of the delays, progress has been made, and today we are scheduled to collect our keys around 6:00 pm this evening. We plan to start moving our belonging later this week and hope to have our place relatively livable by the time we leave at the end of the month. The flat is partially furnished which means we will have to make some purchases, but it’s actually nice to pick things that we’re partial to. The location is amazing and we even found a Mexican food place that is actually passable. They don’t have some of the key ingredients, like cheese, but hey I’m not complaining, honestly it’s probably a lot healthier. There is also a movie theater, book store and grocery store close by. Right next door there is a little coffee shop where you can also buy some fresh baked goods. The one thing that isn’t that great about our move is that we are leaving our friends back in Dream Valley. I am hoping that we still continue to hang out even though we will be a farther away. Justin and I needed to move though. Even though we don’t want to live in India forever, this is our home at the moment. That being said, it’s important to embrace that reality and make the best of our experience. We aren’t sure how long we are going to end up living here, but the longer we last, the better off we will be. More of Justin’s buddies are continuing to be laid off or let go and we are actually very thankful that despite the current economic state we are staying afloat. I hope are place turns out to be what we are hoping for. I’m also getting pretty excited about the idea of buying things for the baby and starting the next chapter in this crazy life we lead.

 

 PHOTO OF JUBILEE HILLS: FILM NAGAR IS LOCATED WITHIN THIS AREA.

It's About That Time Again

That’s right we’re moving. I’m trying to imagine shocked faces, but with a track record like ours, it seems highly unlikely. I am starting to think it may be some sort of rare illness. I had already come to terms with our inability to stay in one area, but we have now upgraded to needing to move around within that area. The good news is that we can stop spending Justin’s off days riding around Hyderabad in 100 degree weather looking for flats. Our finds ranged from grossly over priced villas to an apartment that only received water between 6:00am to 9:00am and 7:00pm to 8:00pm. Just when we had almost settled on our decision we received a call that someone backed out of the deal on one of the flats we really wanted. You have to get an agent, just as you would when buying a home, to rent an apartment here. It’s silly, but we really lucked out it’s in a great central location, only minutes from the hospital and I even found a store that sells art supplies. I’ve had to import everything up to this point. What more could I really ask for? Well you may be wondering about now why we are moving in the first place. There are countless reasons, but only a few worth going on about. First, after living here a while we have come to realize that we are paying a premium price here in Dream Valley and there are better places for less, like this new place. Second, this place is huge and honestly, I am having a bit of trouble keeping up with all the cleaning and it’s only going to get worst the bigger I am not to mention once the baby arrives. I take a certain amount of pride in keeping up with the house cleaning, laundry and all the other chores that go along with maintaining daily life. This has actually been something that has been causing some anxiety for me. I’m happy to say that this new place is small and we are the first tenants to occupy it. I can’t express what a huge plus this is. In India things deteriorate at an incredible rate, so the more control you have over that, the better. Finally, the location is a lot nicer. It’s in town and close to all the places we frequent often. Also, in the heart of the city you’re less likely to have dead animals left near the roadside to bloat in the sun. Not to mention that I won’t be able to ride the scooter much longer and having everything nearby is priceless. The place still has some finishing work, but this actually works out to our advantage since we had to provide notice at our current residency. We’re planning on making the transition the last week of the month. Then we’re off to The States to see everyone. I can hardly wait!

Outside Hyderabad

After a chance conversation while traveling home on a flight from Bombay; Justin was invited by another Captain working for Jet Airways to come join him along with some friends and family for an evening at his home. We didn’t know what to expect, but we figured it would be a unique experience whatever the outcome. We planned to meet downtown and carpooled to our destination. We drove on and as the hours passed the noise and clutter of the city faded into quiet country roads, and a new side of India. We pulled up to an area where Vicky, the captain Justin had met the day prior, was waiting with friends. Model airplanes lined the grass eagerly awaiting flight. After shaking hands and completing introductions we took a seat and waited for the show to begin. Vicky had a nearly finished airstrip on the piece of property, not only for his collection of models, but also for his personal plane. Brett and Scott also joined us and before long planes filled the sky and smiles filled the crowd. This is truly a passion of Vicky’s and he has been pursuing his hobby for over 35 years. His experience showed in the ease that his plane displayed fantastic aerobatics. It was so much fun and the offer was soon made to those who dared to give flying a shot and Brett having past experience naturally volunteered. He did great and a slight flash of victory and relief crossed his face as the control was handed off. Eerie peacocks calls could be heard as the sun began to set and the last plane touched down. The night was still far from over and the fun was actually just beginning. Good thing we brought our swimsuits because after a short ride to a nearby outdoor retreat the water was cool and clean and the barbeque was hot and ready. With everyone relaxed the conversation was great and just as refreshing as the dip in the pool. After a noteworthy meal we were brought over to meet the ostriches. What an impressive bird. With threatening two toed hoof like feet, ostriches have very strong legs that allow them to run at speeds near 50 miles per hour, as well as pack a real punch. After making a quick dash to chase some dogs away, I was actually a bit intimidated. Hours passed, but the night continued. Only once we reached Vicky’s home did I realize how young at heart he sincerely was. As soon as I shook his hand hours prior I knew he would be an easy person to talk to. His family and company were all equally as genuine and pleasant. As the garage door opened, literally hundreds of model planes came into view. This wasn’t just a hobby; he was beyond a doubt an enthusiast. Over thirty motorcycles and several imported classic cars from the United States. I can’t imagine what a headache those must have been to obtain. Our discussion found its way to the main floor of his home and ended at three in the morning with a parrot sitting on Justin’s shoulder. I can’t express how invigorating the entire encounter was, not to mention simply a ton of fun. I can’t wait until we get another chance to enjoy their company.

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Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs

The last few days Justin’s had off work we’ve been continuing to explore around Hyderabad. After registering with the United States Consulate and obtaining all the necessary paperwork for after the birth of baby we found an absolutely awesome grocery store. Our eyes widened as we took in the expanse of fresh fruits and vegetables. A bakery sat near aisles of many familiar western foods. Jackpot! We spilt our separate ways as new things caught our eyes. You could hear us shouting to one another “Justin, check this out.” “Bec, they have beef!” The store was a genuine find, but by the time we stumbled across it the day was nearly done and we didn’t have our backpack so we wouldn’t be taking our treasures home today, but it’s been a few days since our visit and I’m happy to say I had chicken alfredo the other night. Now for the real story, that same night we were unwinding to a little Wii gaming, when the power went out as per usual. We didn’t pay much attention at first, but it sounded like people were running around outside our house. Justin walked through the darkness and opened the front door. There was a nasty storm brewing and the wind was already fierce. Lightening struck so frequently the sky appeared to flash as a strobe light. Then with the crash of thunder the rain began. Water dumped from above. The trash we set out earlier was already on its way down the street. Justin ran out to grab it and in that short moment he was drenched. Then our windows slammed open and our entryway lamps blew over. Once all the windows were shut and secured we returned outside to watch the fury. A smile and a little chuckle met our lips as a plump frog hopped from the flooding streets in search of safer grounds. Not long after, we saw someone zooming by on a scooter. “Look at this idiot!” Justin exclaimed. “What a freak.” I agreed. A few moments later he came zooming back. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Justin said with a laugh. We stepped inside to grab a flashlight only to hear the sound of drips echoing through the house. Fortunately our roof wasn’t leaking; it was simply coming in through the windows and running down the ceiling. The monsoon had officially made its debut. The house temperature was now about fifteen degrees warmer than outside so we went upstairs to open some doors and windows since the wind had calmed somewhat. That’s when we realized the water from the balcony had raised so much it was about flood into the house. Our drains were plugged with leaves. Justin quickly stripped down and went to work. After an hour of pushing water the levels were manageable and we climbed to the roof to see if those drains needed work as well. As the door opened, a large pile of broken tiles that had all blown off our roof were pushed aside. It was flooded as well, but not nearly as bad. Many hours after the storm had passed our power returned. It was terrific and honestly with temperatures over 109 degrees the past few days I have actually been looking forward to the start of the monsoon. The next morning we discovered the identity of the mysterious rider. It was Scott, our buddy from down the street, what a crazy. Thanks to Karen’s great photos I have some evidence of the whole insane event, behold. 

THE MAN BEHIND THE MYSTERY: SCOTT TURK

     WHAT CAN I EVEN SAY AT THIS POINT

 SOMEONE STOP HIM, HE'S GONE WILD.

We're Already in the Second Trimester

I was really looking forward to having another ultrasound.  I hoped the image would look a little less like a blob and a little more like a baby. We weren’t disappointed; there was a huge difference from last time.  Although the images we were sent home with weren’t the greatest you can still get the general idea.  The ultrasound technician was going crazy trying to take the necessary measurements to make sure the baby had grown properly.  Twirling, whirling, kicks and turns this little guy/gal was busy in there. She looked over at me after desperately trying to get a good shot. “What’d you feed this kid for breakfast?” “Uh, just a little bowl of granola.” “Well the baby sure must like it.” I started laughing. Honestly I was glad to see all the activity; it made me feel like everything was going well.  After a few especially violent jumps, Justin questioned “Can’t you feel that, Bec? I couldn’t, but I may start to feel a little something in the next few weeks I’m told.  I’ll let everyone know when I do.

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London to London: The Baltic

Our trip started off in London. The night we arrived the sun was shining and it appeared our vacation was off to a bright start. The following morning we woke to the gloom of dark rain clouds hanging overhead. We grabbed some inexpensive umbrellas and headed on our way. After navigating the London Underground, a fantastic network of subways, we were ready to explore the city. We made the rounds and hit most of the touristy areas including Buckingham Palace, where we watched the changing of the guards, Big Ben, Hyde Park, the London Eye as well as Downing Street. Our feet were soaked and had shriveled like prunes by the time the sun was setting and after dinner we got some rest before our big day in the morning.

We got an early start and with a little searching we found the bus station and started our two and a half hour scenic drive to Dover. We couldn’t help but comment on how the countryside reminded us both of Oregon. The Castle of Dover sat upon white cliffs and both were equally breathtaking. The Norwegian Jewel was truly an enormous vessel, much larger than I have envisioned. The first few days I have to be honest and say that Justin and I were wondering what we may have gotten ourselves into. We quickly realized that it was going to be very easy to be nickel and dimed to death. I love shuffleboard, bridge and bingo as much as the next person, but with our combined ages being smaller than the number of years most of the couples had been married, I was beginning to wonder if we were the youngest couple onboard? Fortunately before we knew it we where having a blast and found that we just needed to soak everything in to see how much fun there was to be had.

Our first port of call was Copenhagen, Denmark. It really was a cute coastal town; canals were lined with sailboats and colorful quaint shops. The weather was wonderful and we spent the day visiting historic sites and simply taking in the scenery.

As we approached Warnemunde, Germany the next morning the shore was lined with early risers with fishing poles in hand ready for their next big catch. We were lucky enough to arrive on the day a festival was taking place. The streets were filled with dancers, musicians and enticing food. There was a beautiful beach nearby packed with kite surfers, which I thought looked so fun. As most of you know I love to cook and each summer as a child my family would bake a German pastry by the name of Streuselkuchen. As soon as I spotted it in a bakery a told Justin we just had to buy some. What a true treat, and believe it or not, we actually had it just about right back in those summer days. We made room for some hearty local cuisine and found our way back to the ship.

If Estonia did one thing, it really made you feel like you were stepping back into medieval times. We imagined the town was probably quite depressing when the boat pulled away from the harbor; most likely somewhat of a ghost town. The aged buildings seemed near collapse even though I suspect they had looked that way for hundreds of years, yet still they remain. Maneuvering through narrow uneven cobblestone streets with steep inclines often lead to amazing views of the city. All this worked up an appetite and if you can recall the old Flintstones cartoons where an oversized drumstick was devoured by Fred than you have a pretty good idea of what our lunch looked like. I think the people next to us had an entire animal on their table. Our dinner rolls had chunks of pork fat inside. With menu items titled Witch’s Brew, I wondered if it would be smart to ask if that came with “eye of newt” before selecting it. But, to our pleasure the food was both fantastic and entertaining.

Since we booked this cruise from India we were unable to obtain a Russian Visa in time for the cruise and would not be able to visit St. Petersburg unless we participated in one of the ship’s shore excursions. Despite this minor hang up we actually had an enjoyable time. We spent one evening watching Swan Lake performed by the Russian Ballet. We also traveled through the city and truthfully I was thankful to have a guide; with so much history, we both felt that without a doubt we got a lot more out of our ventures. Plus, after witnessing a women get mugged for her purse it appeared we were better off not traveling alone anyway. We also attended a local folk dancing performance. It was so hilarious. I was laughing and pointing out different guys on stage to Justin and before I knew it one of them came down into the audience and I was pulled me onto the stage. I laughed without reservation and tried my best to master the moves. Justin was dying, so was I, it was a real workout; hats off to all the performers. Phew, back to the boat for a tall glass of ice water.

Upon arrival to Finland it was clear that the chilidog Justin had the night before wasn’t setting well and I suspected food poisoning. Well our boat actually had over 300 passengers that were already quarantined due to an outbreak of norovirus. So despite his similar symptoms I didn’t want to report it unless I really had to. I know it sounds bad, but I was feeling fine and didn’t want to spend the rest of our trip as a prisoner to our stateroom. We tried to get out and about in Helsinki, but it was soon obvious Justin wasn’t doing well, and considering you have to pay anywhere from one to two dollars each time you need to use the restroom, heading back to the boat was a necessity. That day Justin recovered while I checked out all the amazing performances and activities around the ship. Contortionist, violinist, standup comics, magic shows; the boat really did offer terrific entertainment.

Fortunately Justin had fully recuperated by the following day and we were still free to move without restraint about the ship. Our last destination was to Stockholm, Sweden. We both picked this stop as our favorite. It was a magnificently picturesque area and reminded us both of Alaska and the Puget Sound. Sweden has hundred of thousands of islands which is really a sight to behold. As we were leaving the port on its way back to Dover Justin and I sat in the lounge at the forward of the boat and took in the stunning view until long after the sunset. We spent the next two days out at sea. I tend to feel a sense of calm come over me when gazing into the expanse of the ocean. It was a truly peaceful ending to a delightful trip, and after half a day in Dover we were on a bus starting our long journey back to India.

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Baltic Sea Cruise

Although Justin and I were hoping to go for another four month stint before going on our block-off in June, Jet Airways said we were going to have to follow the contract.  Eight weeks on, two weeks off, which honestly is fair, we did agree to it after all.  The bummer is that we really had our hearts set on seeing family in June and the two weeks that we are getting off in the next few days really isn’t enough time to travel back to The States.  What to do?  Well, since our days as “just the two of us” are numbered we decided to splurge and treat ourselves to a Baltic Sea Cruise.  Neither one of us has ever been on one, but we have heard they can be quite a lot of fun.  We leave on the 26^th of April and will be returning to India May 12^th.  The cruise charges 75 cents a minute to use the internet aboard, so needless to say we will be out of touch until we return.  We will fly into London from there we travel to Denmark, Germany, Estonia, Russia, Finland, Sweden and finally back to London.  We can’t wait to share all our stories and pictures when we return.  Also I started a “Pregnancy Gallery” where I will be posting all my belly shots. I decided I may not want them plastered all over the home page once I’m the size of a whale, so be sure to check-in weekly.

 

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9 weeks

For the most part I have been feeling pretty well.  I haven’t thrown up, but I do feel queasy a decent amount of the time.  I have been eating small meals because nothing really sounds good.  Which is outrageous; I absolutely love food.  One day a while back I made myself some pasta and I thought it tasted weird and ended up washing all the spaghetti sauce off before eating the noodles plain.  We’ve been tossing names around, no real progress yet.  Justin is doing great and for some reason he can’t stop patting my belly.

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Bangkok Getaway

My first breath once we arrived in Bangkok was a sure sign we were in Thailand.  The thick muggy air coated my lungs.  Justin had to spend a good portion of his days in SIM, which left me with time to explore.  Near our hotel the streets were lined with massage shops, custom tailors and the sweet aroma of Thai basil.  There were as many 7 Elevens as there are Starbucks in downtown Seattle. Despite the heat I couldn’t help but explore all the beautiful parks throughout the city.  The landscaping was amazing; everything perfectly placed and manicured.  I decided to cut my outing a little short as dark ominous clouds began to roll into view.  I made it just in time and from sixteenth floor I couldn’t have asked for a better view of the storm. Lighting flashed as earsplitting thunder shook the windows. Laundry that hung from balcony clotheslines was tossed twenty stories into the air, palm trees on the rooftops of nearby buildings toppled over from the violent winds and the rain ran down the hotel like a river.  It was fantastic!  Justin still wasn’t home so I grabbed the blanket off the bed and took a front row seat and watched the amazing act nature was performing.  Each night after the temperature dropped we would venture out in search of a delicious meal, which we had no problem acquiring.  Over dinner Justin and I would discuss how everything went during simulator training.  Although there have been many rumors about how the SIM instructors are cracking down and looking for ways to fail expats, Justin didn't have any problems, thank goodness.  After the stress from work had passed we had a day to spend touring the town together.  The pubic transportation was wonderful, so simple and convenient.  For about 30 baht (approx. 90 cents) you could travel by train from one end of the city to another.  We took the rail to the water and decided to enjoy a two hour longboat ride.  I have always wanted to do something just like this.  From the boat we saw many different temples, plants and animals.  It was so much fun and Justin and I had the entire boat to ourselves.  Our driver was great, he would see me trying to take a photo and he would slow down or even stop until I gave him the thumbs-up that I got the shot.  Once we were back on shore we walked the city and came across another breathtaking park filled with Komodo Dragons!  We stopped and watched as they climbed in and out of the water, all the while displaying their bluish forked tongues.  I truly enjoyed watching them and appreciated how close we were able to get. We of course, ended our stay with a Thai massage. $3.00 for an entire hour, I was in heaven.  The ladies streched our entire bodies, massaged and finally they performed an adjustment similar to those I have received while at the chiropractor.  They couldn’t help but laugh at how inflexible we both were.  What a terrific time, now for some green curry and a fruit shake before we head off to the airport.

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The Moment of Truth

I’ve taken my fair share of pregnancy tests, and with each additional negative result I must admit, I’ve wondered if I would ever see those two little pink lines appear.  After feeling a bit weird for a while I started to think something may be up, but I wasn’t taking my body too seriously at that point.  Even though I hadn’t missed my period I decided to go ahead and see.  I sat waiting and...nothing, as always.  Right about that time the phone rang and I rushed out to answer it.  After the conversation I went back into the bathroom and to my disbelief it looked like there was a super faint line.  I stopped dead in my tracks turned on every light in the house and tried to make sure.  “Well, at this angle it doesn’t really look... No wait, that definitely has to be something.  I don’t know.”  Justin was gone that night and I wasn’t sure if I should call or take another test in the morning.  Needless to say, I couldn’t sleep all night.  I would wake up turn on the light and look at it again.  It wasn’t the blaring solid bright pink line I had hoped for, but by morning I was pretty convinced.  Of course, I took another test first thing the next day and it too was very faint.  Is this real?  Part of me was so happy I couldn’t begin to try and explain, another part of me was filled with endless questions... what about... what if... how will I... ?!?  Then I stopped took in a deep breath and finally just smiled.  I also recall just looking at myself in the mirror for a long time.  Thinking that everything was going to change and our lives would never be the same, but this is so exciting.  My entire life I have wanted to become a mother and that chapter has finally begun.

 

Telling Justin the Big News:

Justin arrived that next morning and I had decided to just act as normal as possible until I figured out how to tell him. All day I found myself not really hearing anything he was saying, him or anyone else. It didn’t seem important. Every once in a while I just wanted to shout out “I’m pregnant!” Sometimes I would even begin coaching myself internally, ok, just say it in... 3, 2, 1. But no, that’s lame anyway. Silence. Justin was excited to tell me that he found Scrabble, one of my favorite games, while in Pune. I started to get all the pieces out and not long after that Justin decided now wasn’t the best time to play and we headed out to spend the day around town. I was about to explode, but I kept my composer, I had a plan. The night was nearing and as we got ready to wind down for the evening we finally sat down for a game of Scrabble. I read the directions as Justin lifted the board and started to place the tiles in the bag. My heart was pounding, my adrenaline had reached a new high and then he finally stopped looked at me, looked back down and pulled the last two tiles back out of the bag “I’M PREGNAN_ YOU ARE GOING TO BE A DAD.” The “t” was still missing but he got it and the look on his face was priceless and something I hope I remember for the rest of my life. I started to cry and we both just hugged each other for what seemed like forever. Justin even got a little misty eyed. We both sat in awe and, being the way we are, started to discuss what are plans were going to be. Although we have been talking about this subject for years now, all of the sudden it seemed like every question was answered with even more questions. I thought this had been enough excitement for one day, and we decided to get some rest. “I love you Sweetie, I love you too. Goodnight.”

The First Appointment:

I found a wonderful hospital for women and children downtown and made an appointment a day or two after I spilled the beans to Justin. We showed up and were pleasantly surprised. The facility was actually very impressive. It had everything from water birthing options to 3D imaging. It was clean and the staff was very competent, most had trained in Europe and The United States. This was before Justin went in for his visits so we weren’t sure what to expect, but so far so good. Now my parents, my brother and Justin may be the only ones who could understand the full extent of how I was feeling in that office. I have a hard enough time going to the doctor in The States and here I was in India. Well, my mom had always told me, “Just wait until you get pregnant, trust me, you won’t be fazed by anything after that.” Mom I really thought of you and knew I could handle it. This visit was actually amazing and although I think you normally are supposed to go in between week six and eight. I was there two days after my missed period. It was too early to really do anything, but we did accomplish one thing, putting our minds at ease. We asked the doctor many questions including how many foreigners had given birth there and she explained that it actually wasn’t all that uncommon. She also told us that she would send out some e-mails to past patients and see if anyone would get together with us to discuss their experience. We both left with grins and looked forward to our appointment on April 02, 2009 when we would have our first ultrasound.  

http://www.rainbowhospitals.in/mothers/home.html

Meeting Anna:

After exchanging e-mails for about a week I met up with Anna to talk about her experience at Rainbow Hospital. Honestly, I wanted to get all the information I could even if it wasn’t what I wanted to hear. At first I was trying to figure out how I could go back to The States to have the baby, but finding a way seemed to become less and less realistic. Justin wouldn’t be able to come every time and would miss out. Not to mention, we don’t have insurance in the USA which is huge! I actually do here. I won’t be able to fly after eight months which would mean being apart even more, plus there would be a chance Justin may miss the birth altogether, which neither one of us is okay with. Plus, Justin always has his ear to the ground when it comes to looking out for jobs. There isn’t much out there right now, especially in the USA, as I’m sure all of our friends and family back home can validate. As much as I would love to have everyone right next door for my pregnancy, even if we could find a job in the USA there is no guarantee that is would be in the Northwest. Ok, so I need to figure out if India is realistic. I dropped questions without hesitation while Anna and I talked and although we had never met before she answered with impressive honesty, even those more difficult personal questions. She came to India three years ago for work and became pregnant. She searched all around town for places and said Rainbow was absolutely wonderful and that she would have no problem giving birth to another child there. She said she had a very specific birth plan and the doctors had no problem accommodating her requests. She had nothing, but good things to say and no reason to lie. Honestly, speaking with her about what it was actually like there made me feel so much better and I wish everyone reading this right now could have shared that afternoon with me.

The Ultrasound: April 02, 2009:

The day had finally come for the ultrasound. After having weird dreams that I was going in for the appointment only to have the doctor turn the ultrasound screen towards me with nothing inside my uterus, then having the nerve to ask me “Uhhh, were you ever even pregnant?” I guess is more of a nightmare than a dream, but I guess I needed to feel sure before I just went blabbing to all our family and friends. The walked in the ultrasound room, a rush came over me. After waiting a few minutes Dr. Reddy came in, soon after my belly was covered in goop. After a little searching there it was, our baby’s heart beat pounding at an astounding rate. I was so overwhelmed I took in a breath, and let out a little combination between a laugh and a cheer. It was more than enough movement to momentarily screw up the terrific view. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it that was amazing!” I laughed with joy and looked down at Justin whose eyes were glued to the monitor. Ok stop moving I told myself. Words can’t describe the moment. Right about that time, the doctor stopped and seemed to be trying to scan a particular area. Her look was focused. She motioned to the nurse. “Is something wrong?” Justin immediately questioned. “No, it just...” The ultrasound specialist returned with the nurse who had just left. As she entered, Dr. Reddy pointed at the screen “What’s...” she then looked at us “Well, there may be two.” Ok, now my head way spinning, no really is the room spinning? The thought of having twins was too way much for my brain to process. “If it’s ok with you we would like to do an internal scan to be sure?” Well, I guess we better find out, I was told to use the restroom while they prepared. I stood looking in the mirror again and said a prayer. What ever happens; happens, but I was already happy with only one. I mean I thought I had some kind of tumor, no way did I ever think twins. Time to find out, and thank you, thank you, there was just a single little baby in there. I’m still pretty early in my pregnancy, 7 weeks, and she explained that the yolk sac is still very prominent this early and can often be deceiving. Phew, I know there are many people that can not have children and having twins would be a true blessing, but I think becoming a new mom will be hard enough with just one little baby boy or girl. After the ultrasound I had some blood work done along with a few other tests, just to make sure everything is going as planned. As we walked outside the reality was finally there. “That was our little guy’s heart beating.” Justin said smiling. “I know. I can’t believe it, it real, it’s actually real!” I had known it was real, but going to that appointment was so important in making it concrete for both of us. Seeing that little heart beating was literally breathtaking. I know it’s early still an sometimes things go wrong, but we are so excited and are going to keep everyone fully up to date with pictures of my belly and all. The secret is out and tell anyone and everyone! We love our family and friends and thank you for all the support we know you’ll give.

Dr.Pranathi Reddy MD, DGO, DNB, MRCOG Director - Maternal & Fetal Medicine

Extensive experience in obstetrics and gynecology Trained and worked in maternity units of repute in UK and USA Fellowship in Urogynaecology and pelvic floor (urinary incontinence and prolapse) Returned to India 5 years ago and has worked as a Senior Consultant in Fernandez Hospital, Hyderabad Published in many scientific journals Is an invited speaker at many scientific conferences both regionally and nationally A member representative of Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists (RCOG), London Conducts educational courses on behalf of RCOG in India

A Dramatic Conclusion

We met up with Kahdu and finally heard how the story of the letter ended.  After wondering if this was all real Kahdu waited at his home here in Hyderabad where he also has two roommates.  A knock at the door; there was a man holding the letter.  A simple 200 rupee delivery charge and it was handed over.  He rushed back into the house went into his room and shut the door.  A tear, one fold, two folds and there it was, $3.7 million dollars.  Justin and my jaw dropped as he finally disclosed the contents of the envelope.  He explained that he wanted to shout, scream tell his roommates and then something seemed to hold him back.  He thought about how much people enjoy telling others when they receive good news, but part of him knew this was his joy not theirs.  So he sat and didn’t say a word.  He started to worry what people would think and the night went on.  At 2:00am he telephoned his sister.  Considering the time when the call was placed she was weary of his story and was sure he was dreaming.  “Call me again in the morning then we’ll talk.”  Finally after several more calls she was convinced.  He explained that he still hasn’t told the rest of his family.  In his culture, your parents “own” you and what you have is to be given to them.  His sister works and gives everything to her parents.  “What are you going to do?  You can’t lie to your parents forever.  Don’t you think it’s better to tell them now and let them be upset then to have them find out about this secret on their own?”  I asked.  It looks like this money didn’t come without a cost.  After speaking with him about his plans, I really started to think.  Sure, at first one might not think all the little things he mentioned would make the millions not worth it.  After a little reflection Justin and I started to chat on our ride home.  “What do you think he’ll really do with it?”  Justin questioned.  “Who knows, but I think it may turn into a bit of a curse.”  Putting his career on hold, distancing himself from his friends and family, starting a never ending chain of lies, no doubt and all of this for money someone else earned. His life was fine before.  It was interesting to see and hear what Kahdu was saying.  I wish him the best, but I can’t help but think that he may be a bit too young to have fallen upon this fortune.  I can’t imagine that living a double life would lead to a satisfying life.  There are things much more important and although money can’t often reduce some forms of stress, it appears it also can bring on many new worries as well.  $3.7 million, what would you do if you would have been the one opening that letter?

A Trip to the Hospital

Pilots have to get a “medical” every six months.  Having a perfect bill of health is vital to one’s career.  The problem with this is that if you think there may actually be something wrong with you then you surely wouldn’t want to go to the doctor and potentially ruin a first class medical.  I’m sure Justin’s not the only one out there that has pondered this dilemma.  Not to mention how absurd medical costs are in the USA. Sure, Empire did provide insurance, but all you guys working there know it’s nothing to get excited about.  That being said, India seemed like the perfect place to get checked out so to speak.  As most of my friends and family know I am not too keen on going in for a visit despite my fascination with the medical field.  Now, I know some may be thinking...is there a worst place?  Is she crazy?  The Care Hospital was busy as we pulled up on our scooter.  We figured we would have a look and maybe browse for a while.  Before we knew it we were seeing a doctor.  No appointment, no waiting, weird.  We sat down with the physician for a basic consultation and even a few laughs.  Justin had always been a little curious about his general standing, you know cholesterol, blood sugar, whatever.  Without a blink of an eye the doctor said, “This is no problem; take this to the lab on the third floor.”  Besides having to fast for a few of the test we were getting everything done in a super efficient manner.  I guess this is one system India has dialed in.  As we walked up the stairs we both kept looking at each other.  “This is crazy.  It’s so easy here.”  The doctor had written out a list of everything from a chest x-ray to see how Justin’s lungs were doing to blood work.  With our credit card in hand we waited to hear the damage...even though an x-ray wouldn’t have been a normal thing we would do just because we figured for $3.60 we could afford it.  Yes, that’s right, three hundred and sixty pennies.  Our visit cost $5.00 and most of the labs were under $4.00. The best part was that we never waited for anything we just walked up to the counter and within five minutes we were done and headed to the next stop.  It seemed so surreal, paying less for an entire visit than we would on dinner.  Not only that, but it actually was a very pleasant experience.  We were even able to pick up the results the next day and you get to take your medical chart, labs and x-ray home with you.  I always did want to see what the doctors were writing in there.  Needless to say, Justin is in tiptop shape and and so happy to finally know where he stands.  Who would have thought that India would have such great facilities?  This place is full of surprises.

Our Paths Cross Again

Guess who we ran into? Believe it or not it was Kahdu. He was happy to see us again and we told him about how we have been in the United States for a while. After a little chit-chat we of course had to ask him about “the letter.” Our only response was a very squirrelly smile and accompanied by “Ahhh, yes the letter.” We looked at him with eager eyes. “Well, what was in it? Did you get it?” As our questions were flying a young man walked up next to him. He explained that he was a friend that he was there to meet and that he didn’t have time to give us all the details at the moment, but we exchanged phone numbers and plan to meet up for coffee to catch up on what’s new. I guess the story continues, but it looks like next time we will indeed find out what’s inside, but for now, we will have to keep waiting.

What's the Dio?

After a sweaty ride home from the grocery store I arrive back at the house only to discover that Karen was now the proud owner of a Honda Dio Scooter.  I couldn't believe it.  Of course, I had to take it for a spin around the neighborhood.  It was so easy to ride no shifting, just get on and go.  Since Ryan, Scott and Brett all already had three bikes and now with Karen's new addition the parking was really becoming cramped.  She asked if she could park it at our house which I had no problems with, under one condition.  I explained that I had been talking with Justin for quite a while about buying a scooter for ourselves so I told her and everyone else that I was going to tell him, that I was just fed up with riding in rickshaws and that I up and bought myself a new ride.  I had an elaborate story and he wasn't due to arrive back home until the following morning.  I know it sounds mean, but it was all in good fun.  His car pulled up and I was ready and waiting.  One last check in the mirror to see if I'd nailed that semi-guilty look.  I opened the door and..."Beck, who's is this?"  I started my spiel and before I made it through my first couple lines, he shouts.  "IT'S ABOUT TIME, sweet gimme the keys."  What?  Wait, this wasn't quite part of my plan.  Hardly the response I expected and never did I think to ask Karen for the keys to complete my illusion.  Well the truth was out. "It'snot ours; I was trying to trick you.  Karen has the keys."  "Well let's go get them, come on."  "Justin, it's like 7:00 in the morning."  We decided to kill some time drinking our morning cup of tea out on thebalcony.  The whole conversation consisted of Justin taking about us buying a scooter and in a few hours and a test drive later; we were on our way to the Honda shop.  Granted, we had been talking about this since before moving to Hyderabad, but hey this wasn't where I thought my little trick would lead, well at least not today.  We bought the Honda Aviator and we've had it now for a little over a week and let me say it's awesome.  It is so freeing having our own transport.  It's like going back to the days of getting your driver's license and not having to bum a ride from friends and family.  You're on your own schedule and have your own agenda.  Plus, Justin and I can just go out together and cruise.  Okay, okay so I know right about now some of you may be freaking out thinking we are going to kill ourselves like a bunch of crazies.  We will be fine.  I know that probably doesn't make you feel much better, but just know it's true.  We drive safe, we drive slowly and we don't drive at certain times if we don't feel comfortable.  Honestly, we've been riding around a while now as passengers and I think we are better off being in control than letting someone else's confidence get us into trouble.  Which, without naming names I could see becoming a problem.  Anyway, we are super excited and it has really improved our quality of life.  It’s actually dark right now so I can’t really take a great picture, so first thing in the morning I’ll post one.

Golconda Fort

Many things are sold throughout the streets of Hyderabad.  One of the more popular items is a booklet of postcards each of a different famous location.  Ryan and Karen purchased one of these a while back and decided to make it a point visit each place featured on our days off.  I’m so glad they invited me to come along.  I didn’t have any real expectations.  Honestly I didn’t even know where we were going when I agreed to go; I was just up for some exploring.  We were on our way to the Golconda Fort.  We arrived and at first we weren’t quite sure how to find a way in. We circled the perimeter and while we did we could see our destination high above the horizon on top of a hill, the entire area guarded by walls.  At the entrance a large sign stated that it would the cost would be twenty times greater if you are a non-resident; 5 rupees versus 100 rupees.  It really didn’t matter, but when we tried to explain to the women that we lived in Hyderabad, her look was priceless.  She smiled and let out a laugh. Ok, ok please....100 rupees.” “No really we live here, Shivaram Pally, Dream Vally.”  Well it was worth a try.  We made our way in and stated to explore.  The lawns and plants were perfectly manicured and it was really quite breathtaking.  As we hiked higher and higher our view became more amazing with each step.  Along the way many of the people also visiting wanted to stop and take pictures with us and they were all very excited that we were American.  One woman grinned and she walked closer to me, I smiled back and right before we passed she reached out and grabbed my arm only to let go just as quickly.  She turned to her friend and had a look and of victory the same as when you take a dare and not only do it, but get away with it. It was terrific.  We took endless pictures and stopped to take in the views.  It was a view of the city I had never seen and actually it was quite nice.  I had such a great time, I think everyone did.  Despite the scorching heat we all climbed to the top.  I had already finished two liters of water and was working on my third as we started our way back down.  What fun, I can’t wait to see what’s next in the book of postcards.

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Europe Revisited

As we stepped off the plane the cold crisp air in Belgium came as welcome shock to our senses. We both took in a deep lungful and smiled.  After a quick cup of coffee at the central station, we hurried to Gate 18 ready to board the train headed straight for Holland.  The countryside wasn’t what we had expected.  But there was some beauty, once you got yourself past the constant graffiti.  A light did shine through, a little girl, no more than four or five.  She sat across from us with a headset obviously playing a favorite tune.  She couldn’t help but sing along.  While being serenaded in French by her sweet little voice, we gazed out the window.  Every once in a while she would blare out a high note and her embarrassed mother would nudge her arm.  I thought she was absolutely precious.  Once the train stopped, we had no real concrete plans.  But, filling our days with refreshing experiences didn’t end up being any trouble.  We strolled the streets and found ourselves everywhere from the Van Gogh museum, the Rijksmuseum, Dam Square and the Grote Market.  We also indulged in the foods we had been craving for months, what fun.  While walking the narrow cobblestone streets you could take in the colors of the flower market, and enticing smells from local bakeries.  There were vendors of all sorts.  Each evening was usually spent enjoying romantic dinner, candlelight and a glass of wine.  This was the first true vacation we had taken together and it was worth the wait.  We needed this time to slow down and realize how lucky we are.  We spent a lot time just people watching as we walked the streets. We love taking walks.  After a few days it was time to take the train back to Brussels.  I booked our hotel online and it turned out to be a bit of a surprise.  I guess next time I should look for something with more than a one star rating.  Justin was not pleased.  All the tension that had melted away over the last few days was quickly building back up at an exponential rate.  This place was in the GHETTO, seriously.  We rushed down shady streets with luggage in hand and our eyes darting about frantically.  There is no doubt we stood out to thieves as potential targets.  We made it to the hotel and well...I’ll just say we were happy to be heading home in the morning.  Even if it would have been nice, we were definitely ready to start the trip back to the United States and see our friends and family.

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The Joy of Traveling

We made it on our first flight from Spokane to Seattle.  The captain announced the possibility of an alternate airport landing due to snow.  Justin looked at me and said, “So this is what kind of day it’s going to be huh?”  Boy was he right.  We landed in Seattle and with only one de-icing truck our 7:50am flight didn’t depart until 10:05am.  Considering we only had a two hour layover in New York even if we would have departed on time.; it seemed impossible to make our flight to Brussels.  We started discussing our options.  I was trying to stay optimistic, but as time passed, I too, started to worry.  We landed and discovered the Jet Airways flight to Brussels had less than twelve minutes prior to departure, but hey, maybe we could still make it.  Wait, we only checked our bags to New York.  This meant we would need to wait at the baggage claim, go back through security and finally recheck our luggage.  Plus, we only had standby tickets, our chances appeared hopeless.  We hurried over to the counter anyway, and after a little explaining we boarded the plane, without our bag.  Someone was to collect it and send it on another flight.  Despite the time crunch, the TSA guy thought it was a perfect time for a random security check.  Sure, thirty seconds before the plane leaves, we’ve got time, no problem.  Well, at least we didn’t have to get a cab and a hotel in New York of all places, things were looking up.  Ahhh, the comforts of Jet Airways, we were lucky enough to travel in premier class once again.  Before reaching Chennai everything was going as planned.  Justin headed to the baggage claim as instructed by the staff in New York and filled out the claim to have our bag sent from the JFK airport.  That’s when we found out the bag never even made it to New York.  I truly thought to myself, “Yep, I knew it couldn't have been this easy.” But at the same time, part of me really believed just the opposite.   After an eight hour layover we were ready to take the quick two hour flight to Hyderabad.  Too bad the flight was cancelled.  Make that a sixteen hour layover.  Since the first flight was cancelled the second flight that day was of course booked, and Justin was told he wouldn’t be able to board.  “Well, I guess am not going to work tomorrow then.” Justin said, but that didn’t seem to disturb the ticket clerk.  “Is the jump seat available?”  Thank goodness, we both made it on and we were back at our front door before we knew it.  All things considered we made it and although we didn’t have our bag, it could have been a lot worse.

A Snowy Start Back Home

1:00am: Justin’s cell phone put out a few loud buzzes before he reached over to shut it off.  It was time to drag ourselves away from bed along with the other comforts of my parent’s recently finished home in Idaho.  The very long journey back to India was just beginning.  Although my parent’s cat had escaped into the darkness of night, we couldn’t stall any longer and decided to hit the road leading from Sandpoint, Idaho to Spokane, Washington.  With our bags tossed in the trunk and my parent’s seatbelts fastened, Justin took the wheel and off we went.  Over an hour without streetlights, winding country roads and snow of blizzard proportions, all made the ride anything but fun.  Justin focused through the windshield while my dad did the same from the back seat.  Pure blackness bombarded by soggy white flakes hurled toward us.  Oddly enough the snow was coming with such force and contrast that I began to feel carsick, something that has never happened before.  We were making pretty good time and then, without warning, the car began to spin, as the embankment drew closer we felt time slow.  Despite the frightening reality of our situation Justin’s calm voice pierced though “Ok...get ready...hold on everyone, here we go.”  I know, not really what I expected either, but somehow it seemed soothing as.... guardrail, guardrail, guardrail, we’re .... SLAM.  After realizing that we were all okay, that feeling similar to when a cop first flips on his siren came over Justin and me.  We dwelled on the fact that we just crashed my parent’s car and we weren’t even sure if we were going to make it to the airport in time after all this.  “Thank goodness we are all okay.” My mom said with relief while my dad added, “That’s what really matters.” Not stopping to check the damage we drove on, but the anticipation was killing us.  Finally we made it to the airport and we all hopped out to see.  This can’t be it. This is too good to be true; only scratches on the front bumper?  I smiled and my dad gave Justin a big hug. What a relief, hopefully there aren’t any unforeseen mechanical damages.  We didn’t have much time left so we hugged, said I love you and waved our goodbyes while the airport doors shut behind us.

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WE ARE LEAVING INDIA TODAY, YIPPEE!  EUROPE AND THE US HERE WE COME!

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The Letter

In my last post I mentioned Kahdu, the man from Somalia that we meet while Chris was in town.  Justin and I happened to cross paths with this man again and he told us about a letter he had recently received.  A man in Malaysia and he met and soon created a bond.  This man told Kahdu that he should visit him this February and that he had a surprise waiting for him.  Kahdu found out several days ago that the Malaysian man had passed away and that a letter was waiting for him.  No one was authorized to open the letter and he had two options, travel to Malaysia and obtain it himself or grant permission for it to travel to India.  Kahdu explained that he hadn't slept in days and that at first he believed the whole thing to be a joke.  Soon he was convinced that the letter was in fact genuine and he requested that it be sent to him here.  Kahdu, Justin, Leonid our friend from Bosnia and I began imagining what the letter my hold.  Kahdu expressed excitement and sadness.  He tried to explain how he felt and Leonid suddenly said “The letter contains human achievement.”  I began to think how true his statement was.  Whether the letter contained money, property, a business venture or a simple thank you for having the chance to share in someone's life; this was true.  The only problem with all these possibilities except that of a thank you is that they would all be achievements of the Malaysian man, not Kahdu and there is a sense being undeserving to receive something someone else spent a lifetime achieving.  As much as many of us have dreamt of someone leaving a huge sum of money to our name, even if only in fun, I'm not quite sure it is of true good fortune.  The nature of working hard for something often makes it obtain value in our eyes.  I think Kahdu was excited, but also felt a bit guilty.  Also, he knew he meant something to this man, but he didn't realize what an impression he had made until hearing of his death.  It really made me think. Kahdu is going to receive the letter in a few days...I wonder if we will ever discover what was inside.