as the saying goes, a watched pot never boils.

and apparently, a watched tummy never pops.

anyway, it’s still technically 40weeks, so i still have, err, two more weeks before ‘deadline’. the original EDD *was* 17 apr after all, you know.

ok ok, we’re going to see the doctor later in the morning, happy? if nothing’s wrong, we’ve decided to wait some more for the pot to boil by itself. i mean, what’s another week, right?

right. another week of doing EVERYTHING sideways.

wash those dishes at the kitchen sink? sideways.

do the laundry at the washer and take it out from the dryer? sideways.

reach for the switch at the computer desk? sideways.

put on makeup and look at the mirror at the vanity table? sideways.

coz the tummy comes in between me and EVERYTHING!

so as i was looking for more baby stuff at a shop earlier – sideways of course, coz i can’t reach the back of the shelf, can i? – i was asked again, for the 358th time, if i was carrying twins. (or was it 359th? i lost count.) the lady was equally amazed that i could still squat. hey, i’ve been workin’ out, baybeh. well, ok, if you can call picking up after aniq’s stuff strewn on the floor everyday as ‘working out’.

i’ve also discovered a new, fool-proof way to ward off phone spammers. you know, those *&%^ irritating telemarketers who insist that you need another credit card or a new insurance policy or a free makeover or a gym membership, etc, and will just take “a few minutes of your time”.

well, here’s an example of a recent ‘conversation’.

caller: hello, may i speak to miss XXX?
me: what’s this regarding?
caller: miss XXX, do you currently have a credit card with YYY bank?
me: no, not interested. i’m very busy now.
caller: when is a good time to call you then?
me: no no, i’m about to give birth.
caller: what? GIVE BIRTH?? *click*

yep, HE hanged hung up the phone, not me.

hey, technically, i wasn’t reaaally lying.

i just didn’t say when i was about to give birth.

coz technically… i myself don’t even know when lah, ceh!

ok, better go. maybe do more exercises. kegels, maybe.

and brush my teeth at the bathroom sink – sideways.

Be the first to like.

Like

Unlike

another attempt to get the baby out was thwarted yet again – coz she’s still snug as a bug inside. BAH.

i brought the little fella on another trip to the airport, this time ON THE BUS, a rickety one too, where he sat on my lap and sang ‘the wheels on the bus’. sounds like a great way to induce labour? not enough.

then he was let loose, and ran and ran and ran and… well, you get the point. he even ran in circles when there was nowhere else to run to. did i mention it was his nap time?

then we took the skytrain to T3, in which he cooed at little babies in prams, who watched him all a-gog, fascinated by this strange creature who was cooing at them.

then we ate some cake at ‘secret recipe’ because there was a tea time special and mummy badly NEEDED cake. and iced lemon tea. and heck, why not feed him with some chocolate cake too while at it, right? might as well up the sugar content so he’d run more rounds. another great way to induce labour, you think? think again.

COZ STILL NOTHING HAPPENED DOWN THERE!

ok, so maaaayyybe i cheated and had mum along with me during our little excursion. heh.

passed by a couple of girls, one of whom was also pretty heavily preggers. her friend asked when i was due, and i said, well, anytime now. she said, she thought her friend’s tummy was bad, and she’s got two more weeks to go. we laughed and i said, welllll, mine’s WORSE. and i get that kind of camaraderie from fellow pregnant women and mums wherever i go. commiserate and empathise, commiserate and emphatise.

so anyway, then we went up the viewing mall, where all that chocolate cake worked its magic and more running was involved. i think i like the viewing mall at T3 best – there’s something serene about the place, somehow. yes, despite all those kids running around.

what finally made the running cease was the sight of a group of policemen who beckoned him while we waited for our ride home. hmm, duduk diam sekejap. darn it for me, relief for my mum.

and since there was STILL nothing going on womb-wise later at home, i thought, whaddaheck, let’s do one diapercake and mess up the baby room again.

inspired by those frequent trips to the airport? plus, this particular baby’s daddy works there too.

got around to figuring out that square diaper cake that the elves attempted, since it’s for a cukur rambut this saturday – which i’d probably attend at the rate my non-contracting uterus is going. BAH!

Be the first to like.

Like

Unlike

“dear aunty esah,

now i have to apologise to you too, for not coming out on your birthday, despite your and aunty rini’s animated coaxing the day before when we met in town!

what can i say? maybe mummy’s plumbing is stuck!! :O

it’s gotten to a point now where not just aunties are staring openly at me (or rather, mummy’s tummy), even little chewren are pointing at me. and shrieking. ok, maybe not shrieking, but they get all high-pitched and excitable, and their own mummies don’t even bother to stop them. how rude, these chewren are! tsk.

anyway, it’s been a week since mummy last saw the nice doctor who keeps giving her the wrong date. should she go see him again, you think? she didn’t exactly make an appointment, you see, because EVERYONE expected me to come out before the one week has passed.

see the date that’s circled on the picture of my heyuuuge head?

HA HA! 3 april indeed! phooey!

you know what, i think i’ll just stay in here. for good. it’ll ruin mummy’s figure – but what the heck, it’s ruined aaaanyway, even if i DO come out. heh.

let’s see… what can i do in my now-ten-month-old crib?

maybe i could redecorate in here. some nice wallpaper, perhaps. and a chandelier, coz it gets a little dark. don’t think i need a cooker and kitchen cabinet (what do you think of white eh, aunty esah? hurhur) though, coz of this cool umbilical cord that’s stuck to me and getting me food 24/7 direct from mummy. hmm, maybe i can ask aunty Is for some suggestions, i hear she’s good at home furnishing.

i wonder if i can get cable in here…

in any case, aunty esah, i hope you had a wonderful date with uncle. i hear he likes… oysters?? eeww! sure sounds as disgusting as placenta (and ouhh, i *know* placenta).

ok, nothing much to do now, so i’ll just chill out in my crib some more.

till my next update… (but don’t hold your breath!)

love,

BabyA-Whatever-i-givap-on-my-parents-for-still-not-naming-me”

Be the first to like.

Like

Unlike

“dear aunty rini,

sorry i didn’t come out on your birthday yesterday!

i tried, i really did. i even motivated mummy to get her lazy butt out of the house so she’d walk around and i’d have a higher chance of coming out that day.

she brought abang aniq to the airport, and i even had a treat of ice cream fondue, courtesy of aunty nur.

err, abang aniq was more interested in stuffing fries in his face.

and uncle bob’s face.

then i released more of that magic ‘nesting instinct’ serum into mummy’s body so she dragged everyone (except abang aniq, who had dozed off, and uncle bob, who had a hawt date) to ikea.

daddy replaced mummy’s breastfeeding chair for a new one, coz the old one had turned creaky and terribly stained from abang aniq’s time. he also got her a brand new carpet, which she said made the room smell of hari raya. oh, and she also finally got around to clearing all that W&F stuff that’s been messing up MY ROOM, into one heeyuuge box so it looks less like a diapercake factory and more like a baby room. she also fussed about with my cot, tried to hide more things around the room… and i think it’s not the end of it. she’s on one of her mad furniture sprees, so she’ll be going at it again later, lugging more stuff home.

so maybe i’ll wait a bit more for her to complete her ‘projects’. maybe pushing around all that furniture would do her some good, and i’ll come out tomorrow on aunty esah’s birthday…

OR NOT! *pfffft* :p

love,
Still-Unnamed-Baby-A

PS: daddy’s theory is, i’m refusing to come out until they decide on a name for me. BAH!”

Be the first to like.

Like

Unlike

ta-da!

big or not, my baby??

:p

haiyah, not mine lah. ceh.

that’s my six-week-old nephie-poo, Aidin Faiz. we met during my weekly check-up at the doctor’s clinic – he was about to be circumcized, while i was about to be, well, checked.

not that there was much to check, really. i’d lost a bit of weight, as is usually the case in the last trimester. the baby, however, has grown – 3.1kg or so for now. the head is *almost* engaged, it’s still hovering at the pelvic bone. see! notchet ready to come out, ok! :p

the doc asked what date we’d *like* her to come out, but i guess we’ll just let her come out at her OTOT (own time own target lah). someone pointed out that today would’ve been a nice date – 02/04/08.

and so, according to the doc, the machine says the new due date is [XX/04/08], but nahh. i doubt it too.

(what’s the date given? fergeddit! i’m not gonna say!)

******

so, since it was probably the last time the spouse and i had some alone time together, you know, holding each other’s hands instead of our little one/s’, we went ’rounding-rounding’ – well, as much as my legs (and bladder and pelvis and etc) could handle, anyway.

he (yes, you heard it right, HE, not me, the very-heavily-pregnant-one) had a craving for arnold’s fried chicken.

as we drove up to city plaza, we recalled, when we were young, how both our parents would park at the side of the very same road, at the very same spot, to go to the then-only standard chartered bank to retrieve money. not sure why but the oldies from the teaching profession seem to prefer banking their money there, for some reason. after that, the routine for our families then would be to head to the nearby haig road hawker centre for lunch (me in my primary school uniform). we wondered if perhaps then, our cars had crossed paths, if my dad had honked his horn at his dad, or if we’d sat near each other’s tables while eating mee rebus, or… you know. it could’ve happened. heh.

aaaanyway, we also both had memories of dining at arnold’s when we were young. it was one of the first halal fast food restaurant to rival KFC (which, we both agree, really sucks now!) and it was kind of a treat to go there.

right, this next part, is from the foodie himself, ok?

=> “this is how fried spring chicken should taste like! the batter is light and doesn’t overpower the meat, which is juicy and tasty.”

ok, as you can tell, he’s a big chicken fan, lol!

i must say, the coleslaw was also waaay better than kfc’s – fresh and sweet-tasting. my favourite part, though, was not the chicken but the potato platter. there were potato wedges, waffle fries, and some thin-sliced potato thingy which was nice and warm, and turned crispy when it’s cooled. haiyah, i love all things potatoes lah, can?

(by the way, this may not mean much, but KFC *was* the last thing i ate before i gave birth to aniq, hehe.)

oh, we later went to bugis to get aniq a present.

what present?

why, a present from his adik, of course. a ‘kelong’ present, that is, bought with daddy’s money.

we’d asked him what he wanted some days ago when we were at a toy shop, and he’d picked out – sigh – a transformers robot thingy. we’d told him the baby will buy it for him but he did this “tch tch tch, nooo” and shook his head, like he disapproved of the idea, which tickled us so, hehe.

and so the transformers robot thingy is bought, in discreet, wrapped and is sitting in the boot of the car, waiting…

for XX/04/08! :p

Be the first to like.

Like

Unlike

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

Be the first to like.

Like

Unlike

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!)

Be the first to like.

Like

Unlike

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.

****

OH CRAP.

i forgot the most important thing…

BABY’S CLOTHES LAH DEY!

*slaps forehead*

(ingat nak pergi holiday resort kapa??)

Be the first to like.

Like

Unlike

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*

Be the first to like.

Like

Unlike

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.

Be the first to like.

Like

Unlike

i may have mentioned this 497 times (more or less), but my appetite’s still shite, and it should not be because i’m in my 8th month, where the food monster should rightfully have reared its ugly head and make up for the lost months of eating atrociously.

i CAN drink though, and my current thing is sunkist orange juice. by the litre. mmmmm.

some days, though, i’d get nostalgic and go for nasi padang, which is kinda like comfort food for me, for some reason (you know, like scrambled eggs with kicap, or home-peeled-and-cut fried potatoes).

nasi padang reminds me of those occasional saturday mornings at arab st with the family when i was younger. the ikan bakar with kicap and lime, the lauk lemak ayam, the rendang, the achar… and this coming from someone who’s not much of a rice eater in the first place!

the husband is a huge rice fan (then again, he’s a huge fan of food, period), and well, whichever place i’ve been to eat, he’d tell me of another place where it’s EVEN better. so i haven’t eaten at s/ab/ar m/en/an/ti for a loooong time, coz he insists nasi padang’s nicer (and cheaper) at hjh r/at/na, tucked away in a coffeeshop at beach road.

actually, we wouldn’t say nasi padang’s cheap, coz it’s not! all those small dishes *do* add up, but we credit it to the difficulty in preparing each dish, and such a variety at that. plus, rice is VERY EXPENSIVE now, hor??

aaaaaanyway, yeah, it’s pretty good, at least good enough for me to clean off a whole plate each time. again, very unlike me. (but just don’t give me the same thing everyday lah.)

so, other foods that i *can* stomach?

why, ice-cream, of course.

yes, even (or especially) the cheapo 50 cents mcdonald’s cone – aiyah, the cheaper the better lor! right? ;p

Be the first to like.

Like

Unlike

yes yes, very sibuk lor, lol!

this week’s theme is Strawberries & Chocolate, apparently. lots of requests for this particular flavour! but we’re moving on to more exciting, and very challenging, stuff next week so… good luck to us, hehe. (photos will be up later when, again, i see sunlight.)

meanwhile, not only the aunties are having pajama parties – even the little ones are, literally.

i *swear* i didn’t buy those pjs for him, ok! his oma did!

yes, the damdils do sleep over occasionally, when their mommies are beating ‘deadlines’! and what do they do to amuse themselves? their ‘chief’, aka aniq, would run around after the other two and make them squeal and giggle, engage in pillow fights, fling around various pieces of blocks, and well, creating general pandemonium. while the daddies watch football matches on tv. and their mummies neglect them from being absorbed with solving tricky nip/tuck procedures.

ok, maybe i should mention about the unborn one for a bit too.

went to see the doc on weds, but two more patients before my turn, he had to rush out to deliver a baby whose head was already visible at the ‘exit’, hehe. i think the storks were also busy with their ‘orders’, like the W&F team, coz a few more were being delivered after that.

so, i had to head down again today, and thankfully, no babies were emerging from their mommies’ thingamajigs. which gave us time for a nice long chat with the doc, who once again said i gotta go exercise my tummy muscles BEFORE i get pregnant again – WHAT?!? exercise?? get pregnant again?? the thought of doing both is enough to give me a multiple dose of braxton-hicks.

the baby’s head is still not heading southwards, which got me a bit worried coz aniq was already at the right position when i was in my 7th month with him. doc said i’ve still got a month or so to go, so there’s still time for a turnaround. he did discuss what would happen if she decided to appear butt-first. basically, it’d be easy for the butt to come out, since it’s smaller than the head, but getting the head out if you’re not fully dilated, would be a problem – the thought of the baby with its neck stuck is, well, not very pleasant. :S

haiyah, very depressing lah. ok ok, happy thoughts!

lemme have some ben & jerry’s. and maybe whip up more ‘ingredients’ for our next cake… macam real jer, kalah buat kek betol. hehe. but hey, i do know of women who go into cooking or baking frenzy, and go all domestic during their pregnancy. do the babies come out, well, picking up this trait as part of their future personality? hmm… (if that’s the case, my mum must’ve been real lousy in the kitchen when she had me lor!)

Be the first to like.

Like

Unlike

it was about time i got hold of this.

pretty, no?

i thought it’d bloom so fast and so big that it’d jump right out of the large-sized corningware pot i’d plonked it in, but disappointingly, it didn’t. it still looks pretty smallish, so i guess i still have a bit of waiting to do before the wriggly-person-inside-me makes her debut appearance.

am procrastinating on actually drinking the stuff, though, so no, happy hours have not begun yet. next month, for sure.

the procrastination bit has extended to all other things related to wriggly-person-inside-me. her room has unofficially turned into Whims & Fancies’ HQ, her cot has turned into W&F’s product showcase mantle, little clothes that should belong to her are still not bought, one of the brand new tights i’d gotten has been ‘sacrificed’ for a W&F order (lol!), and i think the only cute little thing i did buy (and will NOT sacrifice) are a pair of the sweetest green mothercare shoes that was on sale while shopping for W&F supplies and i couldn’t help myself despite my no-shoes-before-walking rule that i’d imposed on her brother. (see? more rules out of the window. sigh.)

physical-wise, am getting s-l-o-w-e-r and s–l–o–w–e–r at walking. i don’t know how many times i’d told the spouse he was walking too fast, even though i know he’s trudging away at his normal slack speed. just today, i was moaning in woe about my body and its decelerated functions, in hope of a scrap of sympathy (like an “alah, kesiaaaan my wife”, or something to that effect, perhaps). i even suggested he carry me up the steps of the carpark. well, fat hope, coz all i got was an exaggerated slow-motion waddle in imitation of his un-kesian-able wife, and a snigger.

and don’t get me started on the toddler, who’s virtually a running machine. that, i’d never catch up with. the trick is, to have him hold my hand while we walk and NOT LET GO, EVER. he actually doesn’t mind this, but it means keeping a steady stream of running commentary and conversation for the whole distance. he generally doesn’t stray much when i’m alone with him, though. well, that is, until he spots a cat from a 100 miles away, then it’s running machine all the way to the unsuspecting feline, which would invariably run for cover, just as its instincts tell it to. except for little kittens who don’t know any better – he’d pick them up, yes with his bare hands, and carry it around for a walk. nevermind if they occasionally try to nip him with their tiny teeth. a mini siegfried & roy, he is.

ok, i think i’ve sat on my butt long enough. all this weight’s cutting off the blood circulating to my legs, you know. (did i tell you i have bruised-looking veins and broken capillaries camping out at the back of my legs? well, they have. maybe that’s why i’m walking soooo sloooowly now. i need a stroller. i need to learn how to teleport.)

Be the first to like.

Like

Unlike

aniq’s new cousin! i’ve always had a soft spot for little boys, probably coz my firstborn’s a boy. just one of those mother’s bias hehe.

about ten hours after being induced, he was squeezed out, all 3.92kg of him, with epidural administered at one minute apart. =O

and it seems that the lil fella didn’t have much space or he liked a particular position inside his nine-month home, coz his feet are curled inwards. i’d never noticed baby’s feet like that, so i was quite fascinated. in any case, i hope my lil one inside has more than enough room to move and kick about (i KNOW she moves and kicks about – a lot – especially at two in the morning, grrr), so maybe a huge tummy/womb may serve a good purpose after all. and i’m also hoping that the ‘lowness’ of my tummy will help the baby come out faster/easier, since it’s already, err, so near the ‘exit sign’. you think? :S

ok, shan’t think of that for now. there’s no way we can predict what will happen in the delivery room anyway.

let’s focus on the present! here are the two energetic monkeys at, as the littler one would say, “oma aus” (oma’s house). yes, he speaks germanish hehe.

other than chase each other around the house, they also make up their own games, like the “big-small” game (of which the origin and rules escape me), hold conversations (with bursts of gun-shooting sound effects in between), make a mega mess out of lego bits, fight for their oma’s attention (and make her sing ‘buai laju-laju’ while she lies down and swings them on her legs – free exercise regime, no need for gyms!) oh, and she also kicks balls around with them, and when aniq says “oma, ek-sais!”, she obliges by leading them in stretching exercises. i swear.

my mum must be going mad at home. i think i would, hehe. :p

Be the first to like.

Like

Unlike