10 Things to Avoid During Pregnancy

1️⃣ Alcohol & Smoking – Harms baby’s development
2️⃣ Raw Seafood & Undercooked Meat – Risk of infection
3️⃣ Too Much Caffeine – Limit to 200mg/day
4️⃣ Unpasteurized Dairy – Avoid bacteria risk
5️⃣ Heavy Lifting – Can strain muscles & cause complications
6️⃣ Hot Tubs & Saunas – Overheating is dangerous for baby
7️⃣ Certain Medications – Always consult your doctor
8️⃣ Stress & Overwork – Prioritize rest & self-care
9️⃣ Toxic Chemicals – Avoid harsh cleaning products & fumes
Sleeping on Your Back (After 20 Weeks) – Can reduce blood flow

Sitting Upright During Labor – Benefits & Tips

Encourages Baby to Descend – Sitting upright helps gravity assist in moving the baby down into the birth canal.
Opens the Pelvis – A more upright position can create more space for the baby to pass through.
Relieves Pressure – Sitting can reduce pressure on the back, especially if using a supportive chair or birth stool.
Improves Breathing – Sitting upright allows for better airflow and easier breathing during contractions.
Support with Pillows – Prop yourself with pillows or sit on a birth ball for added comfort and stability.

Moms, did you try sitting upright during labor? How did it feel?

He came to propose to me, and died in my hostel

Jareth came over to my hostel that evening. We ate, laughed, and talked about everything—our future, our plans, the names of our unborn kids. It was perfect.

By nightfall, he yawned and stretched.

"Babe, I’ll be leaving soon. I just need to rest a little before heading home. Tomorrow’s a busy day at work."

"Okay,"

I smiled, kissing his forehead.

I let him sleep.

But at 9 PM, when I tried to wake him, he didn’t move.

"Jareth?"

I whispered, shaking him lightly.

Nothing.

"Babes? Ademi, Ayanfe mi?"

I shook him harder.

"Jareth, wake up!"

Still nothing.

I pushed, slapped, screamed—no response. His body was warm, but he wasn’t breathing.

Then, the real horror set in.

Jareth was dead.

My neighbors were gone for the night. It was as if they all planned to go to a party that night.

I was alone.

See me, see Kirikiri.

See court, see jail!

I grabbed his shoulders, shaking him with all my might.

"Jareth, please! Don’t do this to me!"

He didn’t even twitch.

I pounded his chest. I tried mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. I did everything I had ever seen in a medical drama, but he just lay there, lifeless.

Then... his phone rang.

I looked at the screen.

His mum.

I froze.

Then another call—his elder sister. Then another—his younger brother.

As if they knew. They kept calling.

My heart pounded so hard it felt like it would explode.

What would I tell them?

I panicked.

I couldn’t call the police. No hospital would accept him without a proper explanation.

I am finished.

My stomach churned. I ran outside to throw up in the nearby gutter. I started coughing. I was disoriented.

Then, his friends started calling too.

I had to move him.

But how?

His body felt heavier than the weight of my sins.

I dragged him to the car, struggling to lift him inside.

The boot? No. That was too suspicious.

I sat him upright in the passenger seat and buckled him in.

Then, I started the engine.

As I drove out, the security greeted him.

"Bros don jonz. He like life. See as he sleep. Bros we greet oh."

One of them laughed.

If only they knew.

I reached the big ditch. Student usually use it as a dumb site.

I turned off the car and sat there, crying for an hour.

"Jareth, please wake up. Please, baby. We had plans. Our dream house, our children... we were supposed to grow old together."

Nothing. I caught myself talking alone. I was beginning to run mad!

His lifeless body just sat there, unmoving.

I wiped my tears. I had no choice.

I opened the car door, went to his side, and pulled his body toward the ditch.

Then—something small rolled out of his pocket.

A small box.

I bent down and picked it up with trembling hands.

An engagement ring.

I stopped breathing.

He came to propose to me.

That realization shattered my soul.

I staggered back, the air suddenly too thick to inhale.

My entire body shook.

I couldn't do it. I laid on he floor with him, begging him to just wake for some minutes, and propose to me.

No.

I had to go back. I had to tell his family the truth. Whatever happened next, I will be ready.

I wiped my eyes, summoned all my strength, and struggled to lift him back into the car.

I was almost at my hostel gate when police stopped me.

They checked and tried to wake him but he didn't.

"I don't know why fine girl like you will be dating drunkard like this."

I was nearly ruining mad. How the police didn't noticed was beyond my understanding.

When I got home, my door was open.

I knew I locked it.

Something moved inside. I saw a sharp shadow running in my house.

My heart should have skipped a beat. But it didn’t. Because I was already dead inside.

Jareth was gone.

Whoever was inside could kill me if they wanted.

I grabbed a wooden plank near the door and stormed in.

And then—

UPROAR.

"SURPRISE!!!"

My legs buckled.I blinked, confused.

In front of me stood Jareth’s mum, my mum, my brother, his siblings, his friends— even my neighbours

All smiling.

My friends, Helen, Lydia and Johana all opening their wide teeth and holding balloons.

Then— music started playing.

A saxophonist emerged from my room, holding a small banner that read:

"Turn around."

I slowly turned.

And there he was Jareth.

Alive. Smiling. Holding the same ring I had seen by the ditch.

"Babe,"

he grinned.

"You always say nothing scares you. So, I decided to put that to the test. I love you. Please....."

I didn't bother to wait to hear the last sentence before I collapsed.

I woke up to laughter and claps.

Jareth sat beside me, holding my hand.

"So... will you marry me?"

he whispered.

With no strength left to scream or faint again, I nodded.

"Yes."

I will forever love him.

But first...

I need to kill him.

The End.

Spicezz Writes

Teach me how to pray
Teach me how to worship right
Lord I'm your baby
You called me your baby!

I just found this song and I'm sold!

OUR INSPIRATIONAL WRITE UP

TOPIC: SETTING GOALS:

Can you imagine, According to history, Sir Edmund Hilary being asked how he conquered Mount Everest and answering, "Well, my wife and I just went for a walk one afternoon, and before we knew it we were at the top of the mountain"?
You know better!.

First, he studied the mountain.
Then he developed he developed a plan to climb it. Then he recruited expert guides. Then he established a daily schedule.
Then he made sure he had adequate supplies.
Then he developed a budget.
And most importantly, he understood that it would take perseverance to reach the top.

Friend, in the pursuit of your goals make sure you apply perseverance because with it , you will reach the top.

THINK ABOUT IT!!

TO BE CONTINUE!!
#nwadiutoogechianna #Ogebaby #inspirational

IS MY NEWBORN HUNGRY?
Newborns can’t say, “Mom, I’m hungry!”—but they give hunger cues to let you know! Look for these signs:

LIP SMACKING & SUCKING MOVEMENTS – Baby starts sucking on hands, lips, or anything nearby.
ROOTING REFLEX – Turns head & opens mouth when you touch their cheek.
FUSSINESS & WHINING – Early hunger = small whimpers, late hunger = full-blown crying!
CLENCHED FISTS & RESTLESSNESS – Baby may move arms & legs more when hungry.
SEEKING THE BREAST OR BOTTLE – Latches onto anything near their face!

Crying is a LATE hunger sign! Try to feed before baby gets too upset.

🕰 HOW OFTEN SHOULD NEWBORNS EAT?
Every 2-3 hours (or 8-12 times per day).
Watch your baby, not the clock!

Signs Baby is FULL – Turns away, slows sucking, relaxed hands, or falls asleep.

A well-fed baby is a happy baby! Trust your instincts, Mama!

#NEWBORNCARE #HUNGRYBABY #MOMLIFE #BABYONBOARD #BREASTFEEDING #FORMULAFEEDING #BABYCUES #MOMTIPS #PARENTINGHACKS #MOTHERHOOD

When can baby sit up?

I was making yam porridge this afternoon since it was my turn to cook for me and my girlfriend.

Just as I was pouring palm oil into the boiling water, she suddenly stormed into the kitchen from the backyard where she was doing our laundry, panting like someone who had just finished a marathon race.

"What is this, Desmond?" she said, waving something across my face.

"What is it?" I asked, dropping the bottle of palm oil on the kitchen counter.

"What is this picture doing in the pocket of your trousers?" she held out the thing to me. It was a picture of a smiling lady—my ex-girlfriend, Susanna.

"Desmond, what is this picture of Susanna doing in your pocket, eh?" she continued in anger.

Me: It's just a picture.

Girlfriend: *screaming* It's just a picture what? Desmond, isn't this your ex-girlfriend, Susanna, eh? What are you doing with her picture?

Me: Baby, it's not what you're thinking.

Girlfriend: What do you mean it's not what I'm thinking. What man walks around with the picture of their ex-girlfriend?

Me: I wish you know how much this picture benefits both of us. If you knew, you won't be shouting like this.

Girlfriend: How does you cheating on me benefit me?! Eh, Desmond? In fact, I think you still like her. I think you still like her.

Me: No, I actually don't like her. I want her.

Girlfriend: *her brows crinkle in shock* What?

Me: Yes, I want her. And I'm not the only person who wants her. The police want her, too. She's a wanted woman.

Girlfriend: *confused* What do you mean?

Me: The police want her. She was involved in the kidnapping of a child, so they were distributing pictures of her around.

Girlfriend: You don't mean this.

Me: I'm serious. Very serious... *takes the picture from her with a smile*... And I plan to make other copies, as the police want us to make and distribute pictures of her in hopes of catching her. They said they'll reward the person that finds her with 50 million naira.

Girlfriend: *eyes sparkling* What?

Me: *waving the picture in her face* This is money! This is moving money. I'm only walking around with this picture in my pocket so I can show it to people and ask if they've seen her. Once I catch her, I'll take her to the police station and take the 50 million naira, which will benefit both of us. Don't you want to drive a car one day? Don't you want to visit the Maldives?

Girlfriend: *starts smiling* So she's wanted. You should have told me earlier na. I would have helped you distribute the pictures and search for her.

Me: Yes, she's a wanted, with a bounty of 50 million naira... *hands my girlfriend the picture*... In fact, you should photocopy this picture so you can have a copy to carry around with you when you go around looking for her.

Girlfriend: I'll certainly do that.

Me: But if you find her, don't hold her ooo.

Girlfriend: *confused* Why? I thought you wanted us to catch her.

Me: You know Susanna is much bigger than you are. She might escape or even beat you. If you find her, just ask for her Facebook name, and maybe her phone number and then bring them to me.

Girlfriend: Why na?

Me: I'll submit those details to the police and go with them to arrest her.

Girlfriend: Oh, I understand now.

Me: Yes, as I said earlier, I don't like her. I want her. The police wants her.

Girlfriend: We'll soon be rich.

Me: Yes, we will. You can go and continue with the clothes you were washing. When you're done, we'll go together to make more copies of this picture.

*My girlfriend turns and leaves the kitchen to the backyard*

Me that just escaped:

Him: *breathing heavily* Chai, Baby, I'm happy we finally did it.

You: *shy* Me, too.

Him: I didn't know you tasted this sweet oo.

You: *smiling* You don't mean it?

Him: I'm serious. This is the hottest sex I've had in my life. I'm still feeling it in my dîck, sef.

You watching him praise you knowing the thing he's feeling is the first sign of the untreated gonorrhoea you just gave him.

There’s this dispatch rider I always use because I like sticking to vendors once they deliver good service.

Since he delivered my birthday cake from a client, he became my go-to for all my deliveries.

Now, me, I’m a foodie. The kind that sees something fine online and orders without thinking twice. If I like it, I buy it. Simple. So, I order food a lot.

Sometimes, when he came around, I’d give him small food if I had cooked. Other times, after paying for his service, I’d dash him extra or round up the money.

I never saw him as just a dispatch rider. I related to him like an equal, gisted with him sometimes.

So, one day, I’m chatting with a client-turned-friend, and she tells me about an opening in her company. Immediately, I think, “Ah, this could be good for my dispatch guy!” I pick up my phone and call him, excited to share the news.

As soon as he picked up, he started hailing me.

“Aunty! That food wey you give me ehn, chai! Too sweet!”

I laughed. “Glad you liked it.”

“No be ordinary sweetness o. Abeg, you put something inside?”

I frowned. “Something like what?”

He laughed a naughty laugh. “Love portion o! Because since I chop that your food, I just deh think about you. I no fit sleep. I just deh dream about you.”

I was silent, hoping I misheard. But nope, he continued.

“Aunty see eh, I get feelings for you. I no mind your age—I know say you senior me, but age na number. I go fit handle you well.”

My silence didn’t discourage him.

You sabi cook, but why you deh always order food? Na red flag for men o! But no worry, me I no mind, because I know say you sabi cook. And once we start dating, you no go buy food online again. I go make sure say na only your food I deh chop.”

My mind was far I was wondering what I did and which diety did offended for this thing to be happening to me

“See, no mind my work o. For you eh, I go stop this work, find better job so I fit deh take care of you. Just say yes.”

I still said nothing.

“Hello, baby? Baby, are you there?”

Acha…Achalugo, I am going to marry you....

I ended the call and blocked him.

That’s how he missed the opportunity I was calling to give him because of yansh.

The End

Ajebo Writer

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