is it fair to say that aries babies are hmm, a little ‘headstrong’?

coz it looks like she’s staying put in there simply to defy everyone’s predictions and taunt them, lol!

“nyeh nyeh nyeh boo boo!

ok, i think that’s probably the last tummy picture i’ll get to take. i realise i didn’t take much this time round. perhaps the novelty had worn off, and the doc’s discouraging ‘flabby tummy muscles’ remarks didn’t help. everyone’s *still* terrified of the sight of it, it could pass off as a sharp and dangerous weapon i tell you. the crowd parts like the red sea when i’m coming through.

anyway, the wait continues – not that i’m terribly anxious to get it out, ha ha. i kinda prefer to have it IN me than OUT, actually.

soooo, have you made your bets with your bookie yet?? :p

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as you can see, we’ve have been hell-bent on completing our orders for the month, and then some…

Sweet Pea Cake – for two peas in a pod!

(and no, it’s not for diah, lol!)

Pink Lemonade Cake & Rocky Road Tower

Purr-ple Plum Pie & Multi-Layered Butter(fly) Cake

Strawberry Passionfruit Cake & Peach Hazelnut Truffle

Raspberry & Lime Sherbet

and finally cleaned up our Flickr site so we can see our entire cake collection.

and *NOW* i can go give birth in peace, lol!

(which, by the way, is *STILL* not happening yet. :p)

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yes yes, i’m still around, ha ha.

no contractions, no bursting of waterbags, no bloody show, zilch. yet. just a whole lotta wriggling (baby AND mother), constipation, and the discovery of a NEW bumpy vein on my derriere. great. no wonder sitting down is such a pain in the butt – like LITERALLY. :S

i’ve also been up till two in the morning almost every day coz suddenly, the days seem too short and there are so many things to be done and i think i’m slightly insomniac and the baby is WIDE awake and i have so many recorded episodes of ‘Heroes’ and ‘CSI’ and ‘Footballers’ Wives’ to catch up on SmartTv and we have diapercake deadlines to meet and my chocolate ice-cream stash gives me a sugar rush and i think the nesting instinct has somewhat kicked in.

boys’ clothes (left) outnumbering girls’ clothes (right) – for now!

i finally got round to clearing aniq’s wardrobe to make way for the baby’s new clothes. didn’t know that so much clutter could accumulate in a short span of two years! (and this doesn’t include his pjs and other daily clothes in the now-rickety ikea drawers on the other side of the room.)

i also rediscovered his old tiny rompers, and salvaged those that were not stained or maimed.

like this cute one that Is got for him from wildchild. which is SO gonna be reused, so die-die have to name the baby with an A.

so anyway, i’m quite sure we’ll run out of closet space for the both of them in no time, but looking around the room/s, i simply cannot imagine WHERE to squeeze in another wardrobe. in the hallway? in the living room? in the kitchen?? :S

and that’s just the logistics of *two* kids.

maybe to economise space, i’ll just fold their clothes really, really, really small so i can them tuck them in every nook, cranny and crevice of the wardrobe house.

oh okaaay, and spring clean regularly too. (boring!)

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ok, moving on from the too-hot forum…

yesterday, i started getting a little nervy after SO MANY people kept insisting i could give birth anytime, and i think it psychologically affected me coz when i was driving home, i almost felt these phantom ‘tingles’ around my waist like the onset of contractions (which turned out to be just a full bladder after all).

so last night, i thought i’d better get down to the task of packing The Bag. grrr.

(bag pon nak colour coordinate eh.)

the stash includes:

- a change of blouse and underthang (speaking of which, i just dug up my entire collection of nursing bras, last worn a whole year ago, mostly stained, stretched, and SUNGGUH tak stim),

- basic toiletries (cannot live without my proactiv cleanser ok),

- glasses and contact lens container/solution (coz i is rabun as a bat),

- mobile charger (wait my handphone battery die, how to sms you all, right?? :p),

- camera (to take pictures of EVERY SINGLE THING of course, in typical blogger mode),

- basic makeup (ya laaah, i very hiao one, what),

- my W&F organiser (to, ahem, ‘work’ while waiting in the delivery room – feeling busy businesswoman liddat lah, like reaaaal only),

- my minyak makan to gulp down before delivery (don’t ask!)…

and hmm, i know i’m missing something.

i think, socks. yeah, will need those. maybe two pairs, coz the last time when my waterbag literally exploded, the only pair i was wearing got drenched and izad had to sacrifice his.

hmm, what else.. i guess all the receipts from my visits to the doctor, for reimbursement purposes.

and rini, pls find those leftover maternity pads and breast pads you said you’d give me. you think those have expiry dates? sekali i wear, then they disintegrate or i start scratching up there and down there, how??

ok, so i will now be lugging these EVERYWHERE i go – to the office, to the shops, to the toilet… everywhere lah.

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OH CRAP.

i forgot the most important thing…

BABY’S CLOTHES LAH DEY!

*slaps forehead*

(ingat nak pergi holiday resort kapa??)

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the picture says it all! 

oh well, you can’t win all the time. i guessed its old news. please don’t remind me about the score, again :((

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well, that was the main idea, when i started thinking of the baby sprinkle (what’s that? “baby sprinkle”? read on…)

i even had a FAQ on the invite, lol!

diapers: because the baby obviously needs them.
dresses: because girls look undeniably cute in them.
dr seuss (ie books): because girls not only gotta look cute, they gotta have brains too, you know.

so, the diaper part, we got down pat, coz my Whims & Fancies partner and co-towkay, with the help of two little elves, stayed up to 2am in the morning doing this.

we’ve yet to name this kelong diaper cake (kelong because i was right there in the room when it was ‘baked’ and although banned from touching it, i couldn’t help it lor), but we’ll think of something. that’s always the part we have some (brain-racking) fun with, actually!

next, the dresses part. thanks to the guests, some came in the perfect dresses that fit the colour theme (and all abided by the No Pink rule), and most came WITH dresses for the unborn one (SOME OF WHICH WERE PINK! *gasp*).

ok, spot who’s NOT following the theme. (even baby nusair was in a white & green romper ok. hee.)

but wait… the last part was, strangely enough, not fulfilled. hmm… i wonder why?? lol! ok, maybe i’ll bring my tummy to watch Horton Hears A Who.

so obviously, i wasn’t about to go for a pink do. like, duh! i guess i could’ve gone with something more adventurous like black & white, or red & black, or… well, the possibilities are endless. but purple, green & white has ALWAYS been my favourite (feminine) colour combination, so there. and so i went on a purple & green frenzy (coz i’m obsessive like that, sigh).

thankfully, my guests humoured my mak buyong whims and fancies (ahem), coz they also came with purple & green food, bless them.

and i provided my current favourite drink (other than Sunkist orange juice, which obviously doesn’t go with the theme) – Grape Snapples. MMMMM.

right, as for the question, “Why a Baby Sprinkle and not a Shower?”

well, simply because:

a) it was a small-scaled affair (held at our humble ’six-star’ Hotel 498, located in the east :p),
b) it’s not my first baby (had one before, shower AND baby),
c) we don’t need anything much coz all the basic baby stuff are already part of our existing infrastructure (you know, baby tub, baby cot, minyak telon, etc).

there weren’t even any games or prizes, just a whole lotta eating, ‘discussing’ and catching up on ‘news’ (HA HA). oh, and cooing at the little ones who were present. (aniq was sent off to his oma’s, where he had a nice looooong nap!)

and by now i’m sure you want me to shut up and view more pictures, right? right.

ok ok. hmph.

…

thanks girls (especially to my default Chief-in-Command, rini)! *sprinkles baby dust to all*

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the check up yesterday revealed that the baby’s head HAS gone southwards, PHEW. so, position’s ready, she’d better not pandai-pandai turn around anymore. gegerl, you hear me in there?? you’ll get it from me if you try anything funny, ah! (yes, mummy has been somewhat garang this pregnancy, something even oma has noticed. damn hormones.)

ok, what else… oh, the baby’s weight is now 2.8kg, and with less than 3 weeks to go, looks like she’s got a good chance of being another 3+kg baby.

less than 3 weeks seems surreal – i’m still in denial, actually. because… there are just TOO many things to do still!

the first time we came in, the doc estimated the baby to come out in May. then subsequently, the date turned to 17 apr. then last two weeks it got pushed up to 11 apr. and NOW… it’s 1 apr. and what a date! gah!

so if any of you guys receive an sms from me on 1 apr, don’t think it’s an april fool’s joke ok.

i think it’s coz the baby’s growing bigger than expected. but i’m really really hoping it’ll be a bit later, so maybe i should talk her into it, the way i talked her into heading southwards.

yes, it’s STILL a ‘her’. i made the doc check AGAIN to make doubly triply sure, coz certain parties have bought actual girly dresses for the baby, and well, they might not look so good on a boy. oh, and phoeey to you strange aunties who insist my tummy looks like a boy’s tummy. grrr.

speaking of tummies, i got yet another ‘lecture’ about working out after giving birth coz of my wobbly womb. so my codename now, when the time comes and i have to call up the doc, is “flabby tummy hana”.

eg. “hello dr? hana with the flabby tummy here. i’m having contractions, going to the hospital now. i’ll see you later? don’t be late like last time, ok. i know you said you’ll take the MRT there, just make sure your ezylink card is topped up. ok bye.”

on another note, i made yet another creepy discovery about my body.

see, this is my (slightly water-retentive) hand, pointing upwards.

and this is that very same hand, pointing downwards.

ok, i have no idea if that’s normal, but it’s the first time i noticed all those yukky veins popping out of my hands. and i can practically FEEL all the blood rushing up and down when i do this “hands up-hands down” trick (i showed it to a not-so-amused husband). i’m usually quite, err, vein-less (thanks to years of evading housework), so i was a bit freaked out. like finding out i’m some kind of x-men mutant or something.

and speaking of blood, my blood pressure’s also a bit on the low side. thus my extra MC today, hehe.

which works out perfectly because… TOMORROW PUBLIC HOLIDAY YOU KNOW!

y’all have a good one now… i have a feeling i might.

ps: forget ultrasound scans. here’s aniq insisting he’s drawing the baby. yes, he specifically said it’s the “baby”, even pointing to my (flabby) tummy to emphasise it. i do apologise on his behalf for the impressionistic nature of this ultrasound picture, though.

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i always wondered why the fellow mommy colleagues around me rarely update their kids’ photos at their cubicles. most of them enshrine their personal office-wall-of-fame with photos of their kids as newborns or babies, little eternal peter pans, stuck in time. why don’t they bother? how much have those babies grown since?

well, now it looks like i’ve turned into one of them.

maybe it’s because those chubby, gummy baby moments passed by so fast that you cling on to those images for as long as you can.

maybe it’s a reminder of how they were once so cuddly and compliant and easily-contented and wouldn’t wriggle away from you when you want to kiss them. (grrr.)

or maybe there just isn’t enough cubicle space to chart their rapid, speed-of-lightning growth.

but i think in my case – it’s plain ol’ laziness. oops.

i guess when i come back (in october, woohoo!), i’ll probably have to make space on my personal-wall-of-fame for new photos. where both the little ones will always remain as cuddly, gummy little ones.

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something that said “diva”, a customer specifically said, with a yellow buttercup base and polka-dots.

woah, another challenge, we thought!

Diva-ine Buttercup Cake

well… don’t know whether we fulfilled all her requirements, but we sure tried our darndest. we love birds, i mean, plumes, as you can tell. hee.

ouh, also another customer specifically requested for a princess tiara… and well, it’s nothing new coz i’m sure you’ve seen it before, but we couldn’t say no, could we? erm, please don’t call us copycats…

Primrose Princess Cake

and i have officially become a weekend hermit coz am simply TOO heavy and lazy to even move. as sluggish as a slug. sigh.

ps: thanks esah for dropping by with the chocs on W&F’s late night weekend session, that fruit & nut toblerone was my saviour during my butt-stuck-to-the-chair moments when i was too heavy/lazy/sluggish to salvage for proper food. very nutritious, no? :d

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the resident void-deck cat, who always waits for the block’s occupants and accompanies them to the lift. we have no idea whose it is.

the little one, from all his keen observation of cats, likes to pretend he’s one too. he’d have me tickle his chin and stroke his back and his ears. oh, and he’d stick out his tongue when i offer him pretend cat food, and scratch his own back just like his feline friends do. he makes a pretty good cat, i must say. at least more docile than his human persona, hehe.

he said he wants to bring it home and have it sleep in his bed (in not so many words, eg. “aniq nak! aniq house! sleep aniq’s bed!” etc, you get the gist).

i’m not a pet person (neither is my mum), so i doubt i’d ever let him keep a pet. even the less messy ones, like fishes or terrapins (which i used to have, but it somehow didn’t bring me much joy and was eventually given away).

so, i think we’ll stick to the void-deck cats. (yes, plural – there are plenty of them, and i’ve seen them breeding even more.)

and i’ll stick to little children. (they’re messy enough, AND have to be fed and toilet-trained too, you know! :p)

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