wildchild
oh, Is.
you REALLY should have told me earlier about this.
i think i’d have bought up the whole store. (too late for that *looks at bank account*)
peanut’s aunties (that’s you and nur haha), bonus is coming soon so… you know what to do!
:D
baby shower
we’re blessed to have friends. :)
it was the first baby shower we’ve attended, but it won’t be the last! who’s up next? ;)
thank you for the party, the food, the laughter, the gifts, and most of all, the do’as and well-wishes.
can’t wait to get pregnant again, you know.
LOL!
clumsy me
nesting instinct is in full full swing. cot has been lowered, sheets are tucked in…
can’t wait to go on leave on the 1st! the nesting instinct has extended to not just the baby room, but also to other parts of the house. the first week of leave will be dedicated to supervising a minor reno on the balcony. a bit of extra space for peanut when he’s ready to roam around.
i got worried about child safety as i looked around the house (an occupational hazard):
that hot water pipe in the bathroom he could grab during bathtime…
the doorless and gateless kitchen he could crawl to…
the low-level powerpoints he could poke things in…
etc.
but let’s wait till he learns to crawl and walk first. :D
meanwhile, he’s descending lower.. and lower…
can you visualise a little human being inside that, all squashed up? masya-allah!
the top part of the stomach is now ‘empty’, about the span of one hand. there are even dents under my boobies, outlining the oval shape of my expanded uterus.
the pubic bone area is starting to ache when i walk. all that pressure from peanut’s weight, plus carrying things around (office files, household items, shopping bags haha), makes me limp slightly. very not glam ok.
turning from one side to another while lying down is completely hopeless.
and am also very clumsy, always bumping and spilling things on the tummy.
heh. i know someday i’ll look back and find these little discomforts somewhat endearing.
grannies
when we visited one of izad’s maternal aunts, she told us about how strict his mum used to be with her and her sisters after they gave birth. don’t do this, don’t do that, can’t do this, can’t do that.
she insisted they wear slippers around the house.
that stuck with me and i told my mum. and mum agreed, go get slippers to wear around the house. ermm… ok.
i was telling him how much we’re going to have to depend on my mum for support, the only grandmother peanut will know.
i hope she’ll continue being healthy and strong for our sake.
belly dancer
the belly isn’t ALWAYS perfectly round. when he’s dancing around inside, the belly will go berserk and all bumpy, hollow at one place (usually near the belly button) and jutting out at another (usually on my left side). senget-benget dibuatnya.
my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps…
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from SIL!
*strikes item from wishlist*
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gained YET another kg in two weeks, no thanks to the hari raya gorge-fests. luckily, half of it is peanut.
he’s 2.7kg now!
i’m in week 37, give or take. which technically means i’m in my ninth month. i’m aiming for 40 weeks. which technically means a ten-month pregnancy. hmm, maybe subconsciously i want to keep him in as long as possible to delay labour and taking care of a real baby…
doc’s going to enter a marathon on the 4th of dec, and told us to CALL him up immediately as soon as i get labour pains on that day, even if it’s at 2am, so he can prepare his things in advance. let’s hope we don’t disrupt his marathon, ok baby?
i asked doc about episiotomy, the pros and cons. most of the western medical literature i read discouraged episiotomies, but he practically advocates it. as usual, he came up with some analogy, likening it to controlling where a tsunami will head. err, or something along that line (i sometimes get befuddled by his strange analogies). furthermore, he explained that if we insist on natural tearing or have badly-done episiotomies, our womb might drop out in old age. eeks.
in any case, we still have a choice to say no, but episiotomies are like surgeries that will “ketatkan” the vagina and provide pleasure for both husband and wife after birth. case in point, his wife and himself. thus the seven kids, he says. he also wished us women to be reincarnated as men so we can appreciate the whole “ketat” concept.
“OKAAAAAAAAY…” i said. *chuckle*
wanna see the different ways of cutting us up down there?
http://www.childbirth.org/articles/episview.html
very yikes, right? a lot of women say they don’t even feel it when the cut occurs, the labour pain overwhelming all other pains, but the healing of the stitches, that’s a bitch.
i also asked how a contraction would and should feel like. he asked if i’ve ever felt “segugut” or menstrual cramps, but i said mine have never been too debilitating. so he asked me to stand up and felt my stomach. then he told izad to touch it too – “ah, you feel that? very hard and tight right? after a while it will relax. ah tu contraction lah… now it’s just practising for labour.” i was having one right then – braxton-hicks.
i have it all the time!
so he described that the real thing will feel really really painful, and when it’s 10-15 minutes apart, i’ll have to give him a call.
my plan is to grab my bag when it’s half an hour apart, have a drive down to the hospital, sit at coffee bean or banquet, and just… wait some more.
PROVIDED IT DOESN’T HAPPEN AT 2AM. coffee bean and banquet not 24-hours ok.
now where’s that stopwatch…
ps: still no vaginal checkup this time round (not that i look forward to it hurhur).
GJR 05
yes, we survived the Great Jalan Raya 2005!
being around crazy, hyper people like these gives me all the energy i need despite my “condition”.
oh, plus all that sugar consumption of course.
i hope no drastic weight gain happened over the weekend. will find out when i see the doc again tomorrow. will i get my virgin vaginal check up then? stay tuned… :D
lil ones
sometimes i wonder if peanut can feel jealousy when i shower my adoration on his lil cousin.
how can i not when he looks at me the way he does? ::hearts::
if you ask him where baby a*** is, he will touch my tummy. ask him to sayang baby a*** and he kisses it.
be good to each other, lil ones.
take my breath away
am. feeling. breathless. like. am. on. high. altitude.
*gasps for air*
fire away
ten most frequently asked questions…
1) “when are you due?” (if only i knew.)
2) “boy or girl?” (here’s where i give others the pleasure of guessing. it makes them very pleased when they’re right, you know.)
3) “who will be taking care of the baby?” (a pack of wolves. of course me and my family.)
4) “so are you excited?” (uh huh. very excited to squeeze a watermelon out of my 10cm hole.)
5) “is it painful?” (tough one. cue to rub tummy and grimace.)
6) “heavy or not?” (try carrying around a 10kg sack of rice for 24 hours and get back to me.)
7) “do you have everything ready?” (according to the First Mothers’ Manual… *flips page*… never.)
8) “you’re alone at home at night?!” (well, there’s the pet lizard…)
9) “who will send you to the hospital if izad’s not home?!?” (maybe i’ll call the mcdonald’s delivery guy, they’re quite prompt.)
10) “you can still drive meh?!?!” (wah, this one ah, pet peeve. *blasts horn*)
bloom
dian had passed me the akar fatimah she obtained from mekkah and which she used during her first pregnancy, but i wasn’t sure what to do with it. so since she was over at my place the next day, she prepared it for me…
first you rinse it clean, place it in an open pot/basin/container, and pour warm water over it…
taken on sunday at 1 am…. and half an hour later.
taken again on sunday at 11 am…. and monday night.
so that’s how much it’s grown in less than 2 days. the faster and bigger it blooms, the nearer the date of delivery. i can tell it has more ‘blooming’ to do.
we’re supposed to drink the water as the delivery date nears, at any frequency. the water becomes slightly yellowish but tolerable, and you can change the water at any time. the water can be kept for bathing too.
after delivery, just dry it out, it’ll go back to its original clamped-up position, ready to be recycled.
drinking or using the water for bathing is to ease one’s labour, and not make the labour come earlier. insyaallah.
it also got me wondering… would it work or bloom the way it does if there are no pregnant women in the house?
hmm.
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meanwhile, peanut’s got a present!
lets wash the covers before you arrive.
