::PREGNANCY:: Desires

OH moon cake! 

How I wish I could eat you.

All of you! you! you and you!

Durian, ice cream, truffled, lotus paste with yolk! 

But because somebaby has been eating very well, I have got to control my diet so that I can still push him out naturally.

Gynae says to eat you after birth. 

She must have a modern mother/confinement lady/mother in law. 

--draft dated 19 Sept continued post birth--

OH FUCK!

I birthed. Right next day.

And I hadn't a chance to savor the lotus with single yolk mini moon cake that I grabbed on sight on Monday while out having dinner with the girls. It was a real random purchase from a random bakery. I told them I wanted to eat a moon cake before I birth. And then the snow skinned ones arrived for collection on Tuesday. They sat happily in the fridge while I contemplated the gynae's advice before eventually turning in for the night. 

Temptations vs Determination

0 vs 1

:)

Before we could see how long this battle could hold up, we decided to birth. On Wednesday.

It was a rather impromptu decision that left me with no time to head home for That Shower and to grab that moon cake that had been luring me since Monday. 

And hence, here I am with this post.

Papa N has been really helpful by finishing up all the moon cakes in the fridge, without of course, tempting me first. :S

So son, you owe mummy many moon cakes in the years to come!

::BABY:: Hello World!!!

Baby Daymian

20 Sept 2012

Murphy's Diary: An Entertainer

I think my very existence serves to humor my mummy sometimes, because I often become the subject of her entertainment.

I blame that on my cute face.

Sometimes when I sense something 'not quite right', I ll dash to the nearest dog hole - somewhere that she can't reach and catch me. Yet sometimes, I am not so lucky. 

Like on this day...when she found out she had photo booth on her new toy... And papa had already done his share of entertaining her...

And so unfortunate of me to be lying around, minding my own business and looking my usual cute self when she sprang an attack on me and manhandled me up to her very high bed, where I had no means of escape.

And she manhandled me some more..

Trapped under her arms.

This is my o_o" face. But I think it amuses her even more.

And so I tried to escape when those heavy arms got out of the way.

She attempted to use the floating hearts icons on both of us.

So I gave her my butt instead.

Woofz.. The things I have to do as her dog.. 

I should have known the day she squealed the word CUTE into my face at the pet shop..

Who else can I blame for my predicament?

-WOOFZ- 

-Murphy-

::PREGNANCY::Little Penguin

US at our 13th week with a proud mama/papa penguin!

How time flies!

Anticipating our little one to arrive soon!!

I am beginning to feel mummy instincts this week ;)

Cant wait to cradle you in my arms, D.

::PREGNANCY:: Thoughts

Right after my pee break in the wee hours one night, I was having trouble getting back to sleep and amidst the tosses and turns and feeling a slight crampishy ache in the tummy, I thought it would be a good date to birth that day. 6.9.2012. These days, I have gotten used to the crappy aches/tugs/pulls of sorts I have all over the belly/groin/pelvic area, which acts up if there is any sudden change body movements, that if the real contractions do come, I think I might just put it off as just another ache. Even build-up of poops causes an ache in the rectum. 

After visiting the delivery suite and seeing how 'ergonomically' designed the birthing chair was, I decided I had to do some thigh stretches to prepare the thighs for some *er hemz* 'spreading 'when the day comes for them to do their job. Hence I have been feeling some sort of aches in the pelvic-thigh area and I groaned to the hubby that my pelvic joints were loosening and they hurt. He reminded me that it was probably muscle aches from the butterfly stretches. And guess what? I still cant tell for sure. This week, I also feel an extra pressure on the groin area which I suspect is D nesting his head comfortably against his new-found pillow (that's one more ache somewhere inside there).

With all the extra weight pulling me down and the added discomforts going on inside me, it would really be a great relief to pop! But as eager as I am to get him out of his comfortable nest, I really just have one problem.  

I cant seem to get this image out of my mind

I am secretly glad that I will be on the other side of the view, but I can't help but feel very conscious about the anatomy that's going to happen there. I wonder if N would still like to participate actively in the birth of his son, OR do the other job of a scratch/pinch/grab pole. ;p

But we have already come this far and all that's left to do is to birth him out.

It's between the image above + a cut in the natural birthing part or a cut through the many layers of the belly. 

Not much of a choice, right?

.

That aside, I really do wish somebody can tell me now what my labour sign will be like. Because anticipation of the unknown is killing me. Every time I go take a pee, I try to look out for that mucus plug or that bloody show. Every night when I get jolted up from sleep, I feel the bed for signs of water bag bursting. And every other sudden ache or false contraction in my body makes me pause and think if that was it.

So everyday I pray that Someone up there give me an obvious sign so I know when to send myself to the hospital. 

::MARRIAGE:: Journey

A while ago, I caught N looking through our wedding photos. 

For a man with almost zilch sentimental value and who bought us a storage bed to store our wedding album, I thought that was quite odd. So I asked him what he was looking at.

The story of this picture is of Our Journey.

It captures our footprints right to where we were standing at.

MARRIAGE

N said he was looking at how slim he was just about a year ago.

His chin was so sharp then. And he was also slimmer then.

And me??

I was also reminded that I had a waist then. 

And how snugly I fit into my denim shorts on our honeymoon right after the banquet.

Now that we have progressed on in Our Journey, and this is what has become of the waist...

Now. Who s the poor thing?

The one with an extra chin? Or the one with no more waist? ;p