i had the mother of leg cramps two days ago, when i woke up in the morning. as usual i stretched my legs, but they wouldn’t straighten back! :S

so there i was frozen in bed, trying to massage and coax them back to normal, til the mister came home from his shift, and rubbed muscle cream that i got from the GP some months back. the whole day they threatened to curl up and freeze again, and you can bet how glad i was to drive an auto instead of a manual. though all that flexing of my right leg on the accelerator pedal made me a tad nervous…

must remember to cover up my legs when i sleep.

speaking of massage, my mum aka my secretary, made a few calls from the list of tukang uruts i’ve compiled, and she likes the one recommended by kak m aka jewel, whose sister used her services. so *that’s* settled. phew.

two colleagues of mine made a bet yesterday. one bet ten bux saying i’ll deliver earlier than my EDD (14th dec), and another bet ten bux saying i’ll deliver later. i said, if i deliver ON my EDD, *i* get the twenty bux. :)

looking at the alarming size of my tummy and the way this boy has been squirming around like a tsunami and typhoon rolled into one, i’m hoping it’ll be a week earlier. oh i don’t know… 8th december, perhaps?

ok, this should prove that i look like a whale now.

but i’m having a whale of a time!

excuse me missy, you have to get married first before you can be itchy want baby ok.

i’m happy to have more friends share my little peanut world. so please feel free to touch my tummy any time you want to (even if it freaks you out). no fees charged. really.

:D

hey, the nesting instinct is kicking in!

now, like i said, i’m a bedsheet junkie.

and it does not only apply to my own bed, but all the beds in my house, and now peanut’s bed included.

i have been so very anxious to have peanut’s sleeping place look pretty and comfy, so anxious that i tried on the free one that came with the cot just to see what the effect would be when it’s dressed up.

please bear in mind that the person who set it up is an amateur, ie. me, it’s not even done properly, and this is just a trial run, part of my crash course in baby matters…

like i said, i’m REALLY fussy when it comes to bed stuff, and i don’t fancy this one AT ALL. it’s so… blah.

yes, such a trivial thing to focus on, but little details like this REALLY get to me.

we also looked around for a suitable drawer for baby’s clothes, and with a measuring tape we pilfered from ikea, went around the room trying to find a suitable corner. peanut’s father insists the xbox & tv set stay in the room in that very position. according to him, he can play it on silent mode and look after peanut at the same time.

uh huhhh.

oh yeah, we decided to leave the cot in this room and place a baby monitor, a suggestion mooted by my brother and SIL who dropped by just now. we’re willing to try it out. we just have to be REALLY alert at night. and REALLY quick. erm, we’ll see how long we’ll last. :D

SIL passed me MORE stuff today, which saves us a bundle of $.

medela breast pump.
breastmilk storage bags.
avent bottle steriliser.
infant car seat.
basic newborn clothings.

hurrah!

another friday trip to dr a/z/i/z, again in and out in no time. lovely.

let me tell you how much i’ve gained in two weeks.

- 300 grams!

yes, that’s a minus sign there. meaning i lost some. :)

as soon as we entered, he made me hop on the bed, predicting that the baby should weigh at 1.8kg by now.

lo and behold, he’s 1.9+kg, almost 2. well done, peanut!

i asked doc if it was ok if i missed sahur. he said “cannn”, and explained that the baby takes up whatever reserves are in the mother, and with a good blood flow from the placenta, the baby will thrive no matter how little the mother eats. he patted my fatty arms to emphasise where my reserves come from.

he said a big-sized woman may eat a lot during pregnancy, yet her baby may still be small, and all that food will end up as part of the woman’s own body. being action-clever, i cited the pregnant women in africa who have little to no food at all, and yet successfully bear babies after babies…

during the scan, i asked him which part of peanut’s body exactly has been making all that poking action (one happened right during the scan). he showed me all the limbs that could be causing it – the legs, the elbows, the fist, the feet. yes, not only did he show it on the screen, he even gave a live demonstration of some punching and kicking with his own limbs. heh.

i wish we could bring in a camera when we visit him.

dear peanut,

mummy has lots of fun with her friends.

mummy has friends who are serial molesters.

some are baby-snatchers.

some are cannibals.

can you see the third nipple you made on my tummy, by the way?

do you know what a chore it is to bend down to…

a) clasp my shoes,
b) cut my toenails, and
c) trim my bush?

i especially fear for my life when i hold the scissors/shaver, coz i can’t see what the heck i’m doing down there. that tummy is a major obstruction of vision, i tell ya.

when i told izad, he offered to do them for me. righhhhhttt.

another thing that’s hard to do is to bend down on the toilet bowl to pee on the urine stick at every check-up, coz i can barely see where i’m aiming at.

:D

met with the yummy mummy. she said she gained 15kg during pregnancy. i dun see any of it left. can fit into your SQ kebaya again, no? ;)

i know why we’re having a boy. because izad keeps holding up other people’s baby boys and taking pictures with them lah! wait you’ll get your own, ok. and please work on finding other people’s baby girls to take pictures with next time.

see, these sisters make me feel very elephantine. they also eat like birds. grr.

i hope peanut will be as courteous as this boy. one thing for sure: peanut’s sure to be as tak-boleh-diam as him too!

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on bodily-function-related news, i seem to fart more often these days yet burp as much. peanut hiccups almost daily.

on baby-furniture-related news, we went to ikea and ended up buying non-baby-related items. magazine shelf for him, dried flowers and picture frames for me. apple-cutter for the kitchen, doormat for the balcony. we’re so easily distracted. tsk.

our rooms suddenly seem so… small. we never took into account another human being living and growing in the house and requiring so much space. if we don’t find extra space, we might have to shove peanut’s clothes under our bed. or make him wear them all at once.

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kidding lah!

taken some time last week.

“eww!”, you say? :D

my navel is turning itself inside out so much that i can finally clean years worth of lint buried inside.

veins have been popping up everywhere. the legs, the side of the tummy, the breasts. people keep telling me my tummy looks “neat”. i don’t really understand what that means (how does a tummy look “messy”?) so i just smile and nod.

anyway, our $299 cot finally arrived…

we’re so stupid, ok. we made the delivery guy assemble it in our entertainment room, then later when we tried to roll it out of the room, it got stuck because of the wall opposite the door and we couldn’t angle it sideways! so looks like it’ll just stay there for the time being, blending in with our other white furniture, till end of november when we’ll have to dismantle and reassemble it in our bedroom. stupid narrow corridor. pfft.

the bedding, bumpers, pillow and bolsters are provided, but vain, fussy me want nicer-looking ones, so off we went to aussino and mothercare. but vain, fussy me am still not satisfied and will trawl ikea for more choices, where we can perhaps find a storage space to keep baby things in. *looks at herda’s drawer in envy* :D

mothercare stuff, so expensive hor. we’re hoping we’ll get things like the bath tub set as a gift from kind souls. practical-yet-pretty stuff, you know. *flutters eyelashes*

we’re so overwhelmed by all the basic neccessities for the baby. other than the pram and cot, i still can’t bring myself to decide and buy ANYTHING. coz i don’t know where to start.

someone take me shopping, quick!

less than two months to go…