7 weeks, and still NOT fun. it’s worse, in fact.

i wish i could just throw up and get it over with!!!

i’d told him this morning during sahur that, that’s it! no more! this is the last time. he merely went “mmm” and continued eating. grrr.

yesterday during buka, as i tried my darndest to eat while breathing, he said the forbidden words.

“it’s all in the mind.”

WTH?!?!

i tell you!

that could rouse the furore and uproar of a billion pregnant women in the universe, i tell ya! in our head, SUUUUUUREEEE. i SO wish they could feel an ounce of the hormones going bazonkers in our bodies, and tell me it’s in our head! your head lah!

so anyway.

the little one was kneading my doughy stomach one afternoon, fascinated by its, err, doughiness, and i told him mummy’s keeping baby inside. he knows now that “baby” resides in mummy’s doughy stomach, and he can peep at baby through mummy’s belly button. he can also talk and sing to baby through the belly button, which he has done so a few times, ha ha. i even made a funny baby voice to talk to him while moving my belly button like lips, and he seemed to find it amusing. he strokes my tummy (occasionally forgetting and pokes it instead) and tries to listen to baby by putting his head against it, and during such conversations, i refer to him as “abang aniq”.

i hope i’m on the right track, introducing him to the concept of baby in mummy’s stomach, and getting him to communicate with it this early. i’ve even mentally picked out a present to give him, courtesy of baby, at the hospital after i’ve given birth! something like a motorised helicopter, perhaps. IF he doesn’t get one for his birthday, that is.

and that post about finding a bed for him, that’s me thinking of the logistics of having two kids in one room, or one kid in one room. aniq is so used to his cot in his bedroom, i’m a bit iffy about putting him in another room. i’ll either have to train him to sleep in a new bed of his choice in his playroom, or let him learn to sleep with a wailing baby in the same bedroom.

i made a mental list of things i *think* i’ve done right the first time round with the firstborn. amongst them is getting him to sleep by himself, without patting or pacifying, in his own room, with no night lights. it’s evolved over time to an interactive bedtime reading routine and switching off the lights while letting him roll around on the floor before i tap his cot, and he indicates he’s ready to be put in bed by going “nak!”.

i thank God that he’s an easy child – SO FAR. :)

of course, you’ve heard of horror stories about subsequent children who are complete opposites and will make you tear your hair out with the culture shock of bringing up a totally different baby.

i must NOT be lulled into thinking i CAN do it all over again the same way!

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