Food Holiday

Hmm...been a while since I last blog. Somehow working + baby <> spare time for blogging. Anyway, finally got myself some days off and decided to go for a short holiday with the family. Since I was still apprehensive about getting Zaydeen on a plane, so we decided on somewhere nearby and accessible by car. So off we went to Penang full of anticipation about the glorious food and the sun, sand and sea.

This is Zaydeen all excited about her 1st trip out of KL.

1st stop was a famous seafood town called Bukit Tambun. The restaurant we visited was called Prawn Village which was highly recommended by some blogger, but alas the food was nothing spectacular. We had bamboo chilli prawns, baked crab, bean paste 'juk tan', fried mantis prawn and steamed mantis prawn. Only the steams mantis prawn in egg white and 'juk tan' tasted satisfying while the rest got only a 3 out of 10.

Zaydeen got tired of looking and smelling the food and not getting to have a sample of it.

After lunch, we continued our journey onto Penang Island and Jerejak Island. Everyone and anyone who heard that I was going to stay in Jerejak Island had exclaims "WHY?!!" For those who don't know, Jerejak used to be a prison island of Malaysia and even further back in history it was also a quarantine area for leprosy patients. So I guess that explains why everyone thinks I am a bit cuckoo to have chosen that as my holiday destination. Well..all I can say is...it's a VERY relaxing island (as in there is nothing much to do or eat there) and there's no ghost there!!!! Well at least I was lucky enough not to have met one :S

We got a king-size bed which as you can see Zaydeen absolutely loved it!!!

The rest of the holiday was spent rather stressfully trying to taste all the good food of Penang. And being the peak holiday season, most of the roads were pretty choked with traffic. It didn't help either that me and Aaron were not familiar with Penang road, so I think about 60% of the time was spent trying to understand the map and figuring at exactly which point of the island we were at. In the end we didn't managed to eat all the food that we had wanted to, but I think we kind of lost the mood after trying a few so-called famous ones and went away highly dissapointed with the taste. I think personally my most dissapointed food was the famed Balik Pulau designer durian. Admittedly this is not the durian season but somehow we came across a stall that still had durians growing in their orchard. The durians cost a bomb and it won't have been so bad if it tasted great, but all it tasted like was like bad watery normal durian.

This is Rosy....whiched turned out to be not so rosy afterall.. :(

Luckily Balik Pulau was saved by a great stall selling yummy Assam Laksa served with fresh Nutmeg juice. Ummm..that tasted nice.

Another great sampler from Penang was the Lorong Selamat Char Kuey Teow. Most everyone had advised us not to go to this stall as the stall owner was said to be arrogant and the queue extremely long. Luckily we ignored those advices and gave it a try. The wait was indeed long, and the price was pretty exhorbitant for a plate of fried noodles. Ours cost MYR7.50 per plate for special order of extra prawns. But the prawns were huge and fresh, so we didn't grumble too much. And actually, now it's no longer a stall, but a shop. Guess the owner got rich and decided to set up a shop instead, and in fact she's no longer doing the frying but instead sitting back and just collecting the money ;) And nope she's not some grumpy old lady anymore either but was even friendly enough to pull up a baby chair for Zaydeen when she saw how tired we were carrying her. So guess this taught us to always give someone a chance no matter what others may say about him/her.

And finally the not so great food we had at Gurney Drive. Tasted worse than the ones in KL. Need I explain more?

Merry Christmas and Happy Year 2008 everyone!!!!

My Happy Family

What makes a happy family? And does a happy family really exist in this world. Is there really a family that is always all smiles and happy days, with no arguments and no dissatisfaction? Are the parents always loving and understanding, while the kids obedient and cheerful? If there really exist such a family, then I don't know to congrat them or to laugh at them because one has to have a really simple (nice way of saying pea size brain) mind.



Before you start thinking that maybe this looney girl is having some family crisis, let me assure you that everything is fine at home. I would call my family the normal family. The mummy and daddy slogs through all day at work making the measley amount of money just so the kid can have a good life and just maybe there might be some extra left for mummy & daddy to have a nice getaway. The kid thinks only of herself and what she needs and wants. Give me my milk, give me some attention, clean my bum bum...etc..etc. The dogs on the other hand thinks they are also kids and yelping for attention and to be cleaned. Mummy nags and daddy goes deaf momentarily. If this is not normal then what is normal?



Am I happy? Well definitely not when I am nagging. And why do I nag? Because things are not done my way I guess. Which is interesting - why do men not nag? How do they control their irritation when things are not done their way? And why do I bother to nag everyday when my husband does not seem to be remembering what I am nagging? Actually, I don't know myself...maybe it has just becomes a hobby. I used to wonder why my mother likes to nag so much, but now that I am a mother myself, I think I understand. It's because we are so darn tired trying to make our family a happy family!!!



So back to the question - am I happy despite all my nagging? Umm...I would call it a different type of happiness than before. Happiness now only happens when my daughter is happy and my husband is happy. When I hear them laughing and chuckling then that is happiness. The dogs looking happy would be an added bonus too :)

Does money make me happy? I don't think money makes me happy, but it sure makes me nag less...hahaha... O ya, just an update from my previous post. My fatty boom boom is now all fine. She was recently operated for stones in bladder, and turned out she had about nearly 10 small little stones! In fact it was lucky we discovered the problem before her bladder exploded. Thank God.


That's my happy little Zaydeen :)

My Fatty

I have 2 fatties in my life - fatty Zaydeen and fatty Crystal. Of course sometimes I also call my husband "fatty" :-p

Since the arrival of Zaydeen, the other fatty has been a bit ignored mainly because she gets a little crazy for attention and jump all over me while biting my fingers off. Fatty Boom Boom is my pet name for her. Fatty boom boom is actually a very adorable dog who just simply loves everyone as long as they pat her because she craves so much for love. Sometimes I think she does not have any IQ coz she has a silly looking face hahahaha. Her favourite pasttime is to sleep, and before the baby was here, she used to sleep with me in the room. Sometimes when she thinks I am not looking, she will sneak up the bed and put her fat ass next to me. Aaron loves fatty because he says she is very nice to hug. Yea, if she doesn't stink! Somehow it doesn't take her long to get stinky - usually after a day or 2 of bathing.

Recently fatty fallen sick. The vet said that he suspect she has stones in her bladder, and right now she's undergoing X-ray to find what is causing her to be unwell. It's only now when she's sick that I remember how much I love my fatty boom boom, and I hope she will be fine.

God bless my little fatty boom boom :)

Sweet Life Of Mine

This morning I nearly died. Why? Because of a fire drill. That is how ironic life is. There in the middle of a highway a group of people were practising on saving their lifes and at the same time they nearly cost me my life! Well not them directly, but the scores of busybody Malaysian drivers that slowed their cars to look at the rising smoke. And me being the sleepy mum was half dreaming half sleeping half thinking and driving at 110km/h. Thank God I managed to brake in time too.

This reminds me of a show I watched recently that taught its viewers that life is uncertain, someone who is perfectly normal and healthy does not neccessarily outlive one who has AIDS. Today I am alive, and tomorrow I may be dead because of another fire drill :S Makes you wonder then is riches all that important? sometimes I feel poor, feel desperate for more money, more luxuries but will all that matter when I am dead?

Nope, guess not. Instead I must learn to be contented with what God has provided for me, and believe He will continue to provide for me. I thank God he gave me a sweet little daughter whose mere chuckling laugh could erase all stress. Thank God for my understanding husband who despite not being a millionaire but feels like a million dollar to me. Thank God for my 2 little dogs who welcome me with such delight eventhough I totally have no time to roll around and play with them. Thank God for my trusty red "sports" car that has gotten me to all my destinations safely. Thank God for my mummy who continues to love me and support me eventhough I can be rude to her sometimes. Thank God for my friends whom have brought colors to my life. So much to thank for...but if only I remember this 24X7 ..then life would indeed not be miserable to live in.

This is in memory of my father whom I miss so much. You may be far but yet your memories remain close to my heart everyday. As daddy used to say "Life is uncertain, but death is a certainty - do not fear death"

So much hair!!

Does all young babies not distinctively look like a girl/boy or is it just the case with my baby? Everytime we go out people will comment "oooooooooooo...so much hair, is it a boy or girl?" So now I end up buying all Zaydeen's clothes in pink colors just so it becomes more obvious she's a girl. But she does have very lovely hair and is the envy of every other baby ....haha..but my mum is a bit obsessed with it coz she's always complaining that the lady at the daycare centre is combing the style all wrong. Geesh, didn't know baby also has styling.

Another thing I am wondering is whether someone who becomes a mother would have a change in personality - as in becoming more angelic? This is because everyone is always saying to me "aiyo..mother already lor..why you still like that". Hmm, didn't know that motherhood can automatically turn someone from "alive" to "plain". No, I still like to jump around and act stupid, and road hogs still makes me boiling mad and neither does it stop me from scolding vulgarity during traffic jams. Or maybe I am just not a good mother ??!!! Well, I try not to say any vulgar words in front of Zaydeen except for the occasional "shit" and "f**k"...oopsss..

Talking about traffic jams, I just want to say that I absolutely hate selfish drivers and road hogs...especially those that drive huge SUV and think they can bully us lesser cars off the road. I admit I'm not law-abiding driver myself, and I probably ruffled a few people on the road too, but don't you just hate it when you are rushing and some stupid car drives on the fast lane and block your way. And they probably do that because they are driving a BMW and think they own the whole highway. That once happened to me. Some silly aunty looking lady driving her BMW at 70 km/h on the fast lane of a 3 lane highway. If I had been just a a little bit more madder I would have ram her hard and shove her off the highway :-p

So you see, motherhood doesn't make one angelic. At the moment it has only made me more stressed and impatient. Hell hath no fury as that of a over-tired, over-worked and sleep-deprived mother. So next time you're driving, make sure the person behind your car doesn't look like a first-time mother...coz tht's probably one of the most dangerous driver on the road!!!! Luckily for Zaydeen, my husband fetches her around and not me :)

Dog vs Child

After a few more weeks of incessant crying and tiresome nighttime feeds, I finally came to the conclusion that in my next life I will just stick with keeping dogs instead of getting a child! Yes I think I’m not a very good mother – definitely unlike what they always try to portray a mother to be – all sacrificial and saintly. Sleep deprivation definitely makes one go insane and cranky so sometimes I end up snapping at my poor Zaydeen to “SHUT UP or get thrown away!!!”. Of course after uttering such unforgiving words to my poor daughter, I will instantly feel guilty and needless to say feel like the world’s worst mum. It doesn’t help either when hubby is lying fast asleep snoring next to you totally ignorant to the din that baby is creating At times like that I just feel like giving him one big kick off the bed and of course that makes me end up feeling like world’s worst wife too.

Am I going crazy? Naggy? Intolerable?
Thank goodness NO. Luckily I just read an article in a motherhood magazine that states I am normal and these are feelings that all new mothers usually feel. Phew~~ I just got to believe there is an end to this “torture” and hang in there somehow. Meanwhile I’ll just continue wondering if it’s better to have a dog or a child. Let’s see, a dog doesn’t cry for food every 2 hours. A dog doesn’t need me to rock him to sleep. A dog doesn’t need burping after every feed and doesn’t vomit onto me either. A dog also isn’t slippery in the bath, nor does it have “wind” which causes it to cry for no apparent reason. A dog does however have real stinky pee and poo as compared to a child’s – at the moment that is!

Now if only I could hire a maid to help me out. But then nowadays everyone is saying maids are out to snare the husband and lead them astray. So now do I want to keep my husband or my sanity? :-p Well, if the husband was so easily tempted, then maybe better not to have such a husband anyway, right? Or is it better not to give the temptress the opportunity to enter the den??? Dilemma of the year…besides the dog and child debate of course.


And to think that baby crying peaks at their 8th week … aargh....more insane time ahead.

Zaydeen when she is sleeping peacefully *my favourite time of the day!!!*

Pain

OK, time to share my caesarian experience. It's not painful at all...none at all, pain-free all the way UNTIL you wake up from the operation!!!! I remember the feeling as they are wheeling you into the operation theater. There you are lying on the bed and all you see as they are rushing you there are those lights on the ceiling. And the faces of the attendants and your husband's worried look. So exactly like what you see in the movies.

And let me tell you, as those lights flashes before you, all you can feel is FEAR. Pure fear. Somehow you get the feeling like you're being wheeled to your death. Or maybe it's just me :-p That's not bad yet. Then you enter the actual operating room and you are asked to climb onto the cold operating table. That's the point when my legs started to shake uncontrollably - really shake non-stop. But thankfully that wasn't for long. Very soon after, some old looking man was putting a mask over my mouth and nose and saying 'Hi Oi Ping, I'm Dr. See' and that was the last thing I remember in that operation theater. After that I was sleeping like a piggy and when I woke up I was still in a daze not knowing if the operation had begun or was over till a nurse walked over to tell me everything was over. And for the rest of the day I just slip in and out of consciousness. So when they brought the baby to me, I could barely keep my eyes open and nurse her.

When does the pain begin? Well, the moment you open your eyes after the operation. First you feel a pain in your throat – dry scratchy feeling and like it was dying from dehydration. Then you feel the pain at the section where they cut you up. Excruciating pain it was! And don’t even try moving or getting out of bed – you’ll feel like the lower half of your body is tearing apart. I’m not exaggerating at all ok!!! But after 2-3 days it will feel much better and you’ll be a bit more mobile again. That’s the great thing about having the service of the nurses. They practically do everything for you during those days from cleaning you up to changing your clothes.

And what was even more painful than the caesarian wound? Urrgh, the pain when they remove the urine catheter from you. They stick that into your bladder and attach it to a bag so there is no need for you to go do your little business. The urine goes straight to the bag whenever it enters the bladder. So after that is removed and you try to go do your little business like usual, wowee, the urine stings you so bad that more tears come out than urine. The moment a drop of urine tries to come out, the pain made me suck it back in. Hahaha…o boy, those were bad times.

Anyway, it was a good experience. One word of advice though. If you want to go through a caesarian, make sure you have a good partner to take care of you after the operations. Without the support of my husband I think it would have been totally miserable recuperation. You sure need that special someone to hold your hand through all those fear and pain. Not painless but makes it all bearable.

PostNatal

What do I miss most now that I am post-pregnant? Sleep!!! What should you enjoy before you have kids? Sleep!!! And time together with your partner. Nowadays the only things I say to my hubby is “Dear, baby poo-ed”, “Dear, baby needs milk” and of course “Dear, stop talking and lemme get some sleep”

To my poor stressed out hubby, sorry for the added pressure, but we’re getting there!!! Today is her 12th day after birth and she’s settling down to a routine (hopefully coz her internal clock is still a bit not right when it comes to night and day). As parents we’re also getting the hang of thing and ways to pacify her. Anyway, mini-Kristine is now named Zaydeen Kua Shun Ying – mind u, her dad took many days to finalize on her Chinese name and Zaydeen is not a Malay name! She was born 3.3kg in the afternoon of May 7th 2007 via emergency caesarian. Not a nice start to life for her. Poor little dear had a knot in her umbilical cord and during labor contractions the knot was tightening and cutting off her oxygen supply and hence decreasing her heartbeat. So Doc had no choice but to perform an operation to grab her out of mummy’s tummy.

And all the things you heard about mother’s love being incomparable to any other love? You’ll know it when you become a mother. Suddenly there is this little being so dependant on you. Well maybe more dependent on your breast :-p For me initially it took some time to bond. Being a caesarian birth, I did not have the chance to hold her the moment she was delivered so when they finally brought her to me in the room I was not so sure if that was my baby. Then through breastfeeding our bond was sealed but not totally. There were nights when ¾ asleep and Zaydeen was crying non-stop (despite me just having fed her) that I wished she wasn’t there. Yeah, such a horrible mum I was. Blame it on the hormones lah!!! Well maybe it was a minor postnatal depression, but I stood there crying because I felt like such a loser mum not knowing what my baby wanted and not being able to pacify her with the 101 songs I sung to her while she was in my womb. But on the day she was re-admitted to hospital for jaundice, that was when I knew what a mother’s love was all about. I cried from the A&E ward to the children’s ward, and cried even more at home. Seeing her naked little body lying under the phototherapy light all alone without her mummy, I wished I could take away her suffering and keep her company. So sleepless nights or low milk production, it is my duty as a mother to please my little princess. My reward is her sweet and satisfied smile. O ya, Zaydeen’s pics are posted in the following link :
http://fotologue.jp/#Zaydeen

That's when Zaydeen was still tuck nicely inside the tummy


In the labor ward still enjoying my contractions


Zaydeen just out from the Operating Theater


Zayden lying on mummy for 1st time


Zaydeen at home finally

VE

So what's a VE? Stands for Vaginal Examination. Is it fun? Maybe for the doctor, definitely not for me! So far had it 3 times - 1st time ok, 2nd time hurts bad and 3rd time plain uncomfortable. What happens during a VE?
1. Doc ask u to lift ur legs and open wide (while u are laying down of course). This is embarassing enough coz now doc and nurse is staring at your most private part while hubby is pretending this is not happening and staring at the ceiling :-p
2. Doc straps on his rubber gloves and squeeze some gel onto his fingers
3. Arghh..here it comes...doc then pokes his 2 fingers into your vagina. Not a pleasant feeling at all I must add, and he's sort of trying to push real deep in and at the same time digging at the walls. With his other hand he is pushing your tummy down. Something like what your mum does when she is cleaning the chicken and trying to grab the liver out!#!@$@!
4. Thankfully doc doesn't stay there too long and soon his hands are out again. Now breathe a sigh of relieve and hope you never have to go through that again.....

What is a VE for? Well according to my doc it is to check if the baby's head is fully engaged and low enough and also to determine if my cervix has soften & open. Negative for all 3 checkups :(
So what is next? Doc looking very serious says "We will induce you next Tuesday and if she still can't fit into your pelvic bones, then we have no choice but to go for caesarian"

Induce? Caesarian? AAARGHHHH...those 2 words I don't wanna hear!!!! Why can't I just wait for her to come out naturally??? Doc said is not advisable as her amniotic fluid has gone low and it would be dangerous for her to remain inside with little fluid. Sigh~~ baby o baby...why so tough to get into this world. Mum isn't helping much by sharing her experience with me. Turns out I myself was an induced baby and mum said the labor was way more painful than sis & bro who came naturally. Just the kinda news I need to know at this moment *sweating* Well at least there is epidural to kill the pain. Thank God for advancement in medical technology.

What I don't wanna know is the final hospital bill. Any sponsors maybe?!!?? Just wishful thinking :)

So if doc has it his way, then my little baby will be out on Tuesday 8th May 2007. Exactly 40 weeks since her conception. And that will probably be the day I scream the loudest ever in my life :-p

Still here

Geesh, B-day has not arrived yet and I am still well and fit sitting here blogging. The wait is driving me a bit crazy. As a 1st time mommy, I have no idea how a contraction should feel. People gives me such wide range of descriptions like period cramps to feeling the urge to go to the loo. So what happens now is I end up wondering 'IS IT STarting' whenever I feel any sort of pain and tightening. And o boy the tightening is happening a lot lately too. One moment I have nice soft tummy, and the next it becomes hard like a ball. Pretty interesting first few times, but once it happens too much it can get kinda uncomfortable.
Yesterday I thought the time had come when on my way to work I had this sensational pain in my tummy that lasted a good 3 mins. Hubby rushed me home to wait it out, but turns out it was a false alarm and I lost 1 day of billable day ...*boo hoo*...equivalent to 10 tins of milk powder. Yeah, now every income is measured by how many tins of milk powder or baby diapers I can get from it :)
Tomorrow doctor said he will be do an internal examination on me. Hmm what could that possibly be? So I went on the internet to check it out. Mama-mia!!! Doctor wanna insert his 2 fingers into my lubang! Eee, that is so embarassing and awkward. Eiya, what he wanna feel in there ler??!!?? Aarghh...if I survive that then I will post a whole blog on INTERNAL EXAMINATION :-p
Meanwhile, guess I'll just enjoy the food while I can. My last chance to gobble down everything and blame it on the hormones. No need to worry about getting fat - blame it on the hormones :) Thank goodness unlike some pregnant women,I don't get constipation. However, my last check in the mirror was kinda unappealing. Whoever that was staring back at me in that mirror totally looks like a hyppo :( And why so much cellulite ah?!! Arghh, worry about that AFTER the delivery. Now just pretend the mirror had some problem and distorted my image :-p

Yup, pregnant ladies can sometimes go cuckoo, and make themselves believe things they shouldn't believe...BLAME IT ON THE HORMONES :)

The countdown BEGINS...

34 Weeks 5 Days. That's supposingly how long mini-Kristine has been hiding in my tummy. And anyday now she could be making her surprise visit into this world. Geesh, that's kinda scary yet exciting. The doctor is hoping she'll stay there till past 37 weeks, but I can feel she's complaining about the lack of space inside for her to move. Feel my tummy having a lot of practice contractions lately and thankfully practices are not painful ones! My mum told me it's time to get ready and clean the baby's stuffs, and my hubby tells me to start packing my hospital bag. Guess everyone is more excited than me, but maybe coz I am mummy and I know best when the time is due...aleh..like real.
So hospital bag is packed, and then realised after talking to other experienced mums that I missed out a lot of stuff. Socks, jacket, and hidden snacks??!! Interesting. Then they start with all the scary stories about the pain before and after delivery. The pain of breastfeeding. The pain of confinement period when there's 101 rules to follow else 'wind' gets into u and u'll end up having 'head wind' in your old age. Well do you know some things after hearing them, even if there seems no logic to it AT ALL, yet u can't not listen to it else u might regret it...well these are the sort of things - don't wash your hair, don't let the fan wind blow onto u, don't bath if u can (I wouldn't want to be the baby who has to stick to some sticky smelly mum!), don't walk up and down the stairs too much else your uterus will drop out (horrors of all horrors!) and my all time favourite, don't watch tv or read books. Geesh, 1 month of totally not being able to do anything ..sounds so fun, ya?
Started to wash up all my baby stuffs like the cloth napkins and clothes, and now I know I think we over-bought them. First time parents just got too overzealous with the shopping I guess..hehe. Was commenting to my hubby that eventhough we have a lot of neutral colors, but there were also a few blues ones. But somehow pink never seems to make an appearance. That kinda shows we were really expecting a boy. Why o why were we so sexually biased :( By the way, for those who think cloth napkins are cheap, they are NOT. Before getting them, I thought they probably cost a few dollars but turns out that was probably the cost during my childhood time :-p In fact everything is so overpriced when it comes to baby and maternity. You better have at least an extra 15K in your bank before you decide to embark on making a baby..and that is praying hard there is no complications involved!

So I leave with the question - why is the price of everything around us increasing, and yet the salary of most everyone doesn't increase at the same rate? Btw, I support the salary increment for our police force - they might be corrupted and grumpy and unhelpful at times but do you blame them? I would be too if I was getting such peanut salary for risking my life for society.

It's a GIRL

So we finally know Sponge Bob's sex... a sweet little girl. Bound to be an angel though my boss said it's frightening to think of another mini-Kristine roaming the earth! Hubby and me now searching high and low for a name for this mini-Kristine, and nothing ever seems to sound right. Meanwhile she is growing up fast resulting in me putting on a kg every week. I sure hope it will be as easy to lose those kgs as compared to gaining them else I'll need the help of a certain Marie France ~gulp~



Can't believe it's gonna be another 8 weeks or so when I finally get to see mini-Kristine in real form. Geesh, that is a bit of a scary thought suddenly when I start to imagine the crying, the poos and horror of all horror, the sleepless nights!!! Just hope she's as well behaved in the outside world as she is in my tummy.



Frankly I'm really gonna miss having her inside me coz nothing can really describe the wonderful bond u feel with your baby inside you. Only I can tell when she's having a hiccup, or she's doing her stretching exercise or just being cranky and giving a hard kick into mummy's ribs. What's amazing is that she's really connected to the outside surroundings. For example she loves listening to ang moh's talking coz she moves quite actively whenever she hears that. And she knows when I tune in to my daily Spanish drama by giving a jump (probably she can imagine the well-built Latino guys..hehe). Best of all, she even knows when daddy comes home by hearing his "Hello", and she knows to get angry at daddy when he is not behaving. There was one time when daddy came home a bit too intoxicated with alcohol, and while I was busy lecturing him, guess what? Mini-Kristine was busy kicking at him ...except she forgot it is me who feels the pain and not him *doink* And her most super active time? When I went to the cinema to catch a horror movies - she was kicking and turning from start to even after the show ended in protest of the loud noises. Yes, I'm sure gonna miss our special relationship for this past months, but I'm sure it'll be just as great when she's out in this world :)



So once again for those who are still deliberating on whether or not to start a family, don't think anymore. Life is too short to miss out on one of the greatest feeling/gift. You might end up round and fat, walking like a duck and constantly hammered with insensitive statements BUT at the end of the day it's all worth it coz you'll have something WARM and loving inside you. Something you can really call you own :)




P/S : that's not my tummy...could never capture THE moment like this. Especially when she does mini waves in my tummy.

The Baby

Sometimes it seems that the more time you have, the less you actually spend making good use of it. It's been months since my last blogging and so many things have changed since them. I've gone from single to married to housewife and now to mummyhood all within months. And I think I'm still reeling from the fast changing scenes!! Singledom was of course great but then being married is even far greater. Now I have a companion (or he calls himself my slave) to bully and order around :) Ooo, he gets to do that on bed too...hahaha. *censored*censored* again....

But barely have I settled down to being the pretty sweet housewife with the brooms and the dusters and aromatic home-cooked dinner, then out pops my tummy annoucing the arrival of a little Kristine-Aaron. Since we don't know the sex of our little darling yet, we decided to nickname the baby SpongeBob :) These days SpongeBob has turned me into a real looney bin. Sometimes I sit and cry and I don't know why, sometimes I laugh and feel super high and I also don't know why. Before my husband admits me to the mental institution, I just wanna say this 'It's all the hormones fault!'.

If that isn't bad enough, I also feel like a round watermelon that's clumsy and unsexy...and funny enough this also has to be the time when you'll start noticing why are the young girls getting skinnier and sexier and hotter and prettier and why o why is my hubby's eyes always so busy looking around??!!! Yes hubby tells me I am still o so sexy, but somehow I have a feeling he's saying that only to ensure I don't start crying mad tears again. BUT even with this, I still love love love having my big round tummy because I know my little Spongebob is inside there and u gotta experience it to know the wonderful feeling of having a living thing (and I'm not talking abt bacterias or viruses!) growing inside of u. The little kicks, the soft movements, the somersaults....awww...never fails to remind me of the wonders of God's miracle. And well, at least it takes away some of the pain of the first 3 months of morning sickness..urrghh..would take an eternity to actually forget that!

Tomorrow we'll be seeing SpongeBob again and we are so super excited to be able to see our little baby. It's always so bonding to be able to actually see a picture of the baby's development inside you and to know how long, how heavy...and yes what sex is Spongebob!! SpongeBob been kinda naughty and using all means to hide the sex from us :( Maybe my baby is those creative kinda soul that just didn't wish his clothes and accessories to be categorised into pinks and blues. It's only now that I realised baby stuffs are so un-creative in Malaysia - they have to be in blue, pink or whites - and if u're lucky there might be some pale yellows. O please.....can they make things more colorful here!!!!

Ya ya, the mad looney have not forgotten how to complain about life ;)
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