Soon, baby, no, NOW!

It's frustrating.

My patience is wearing thin.

We've been trying to persuade her to come out, but...to no avail.

I keep telling myself that she will come out when she's ready, but...I just can't seem to wait any longer.

I wish my labour was over by now.

I wonder if she's too comfortable being inside my womb.

In another week's my due date and I don't like the thought of getting induced.

That's my only concern. It's torturing.

And if my baby don't come out soon, she'll be too big I might need a C-section, which I'm totally against.

She was around 3.3 kg last week and my OB said she was a little too big for my size, which is tiny.

Yes, I'm a tiny pregnant lady and my back hurts so much at times I don't feel like moving around.

It's getting more and more difficult to get up from bed because of my increased weight and bigger baby bum and what's worse is that I have to get up several times throughout the night just to pee.

Arghhh....

I know, I know...I should be enjoying my pregnancy. I did. Now, I just want her to come out and me, over with pregnancy.

I'm anxious to see her and to cuddle her in my arms.

But most importantly, I want a natural birth or vaginal birth or however you might want to call it.

My husband suggested, "You must be stressed out."

What? I'm staying at home, doing so little chores and not working. Am I stressed?

Well, maybe...

Of course I am! I've been getting ready for labour for the past few weeks and I want a holiday!

I desperately need a getaway. Gosh, I'm experiencing pre-labour blues...I don't even know if it's the right term to describe my unstable emotions that just recently emerged.

I'm mostly tired, I guess.

I'll be alright.

I'll get some rest and I'll be fine....

I hope my baby comes out soon...it's OK if she wants to wait till she's ready.

I still love her with all my heart.


XOXOXOXO

Waiting for Delivery!

Here I am with a 34-week-old baby in my womb that's trying to kick herself free from the uterus wall.

From gentle tingles to quite painful ones at this third trimester as her bones, skull and senses are almost perfectly formed.

I swear I feel her hands and legs stretching across my belly many times a day. At times it hurts so much I'll give a gentle scream to distract myself from the pain. Sometimes, I'll negotiate with her to stop hurting me when I'm in the mood.

There's always something new to discover throughout the process of pregnancy and my husband and I put into test our theories. The latest discovery - she'll stop her activities whenever we talk to her (it seems that she can recognise the tone). Each time we stop talking to her, she'll move again. So cute!

The OB reminds me at each appointment to keep count of her movements at least 20 for half a day, and my baby girl is definitely an active one!

Young parents have advised me to have a healthy sleeping pattern as the baby will follow the same pattern when she's out. But I find it so difficult to have a good night sleep lately and I end up getting tired easily during the day. No pillows or bolsters can help me to sleep better. It's almost tortorous.

Appetite has grown tremendously. I eat every 3-4 hours now and after a heavy meal, I'll find myself full up to the neck and it feels so uncomfortable that I wish I could vomit the food out. Indigestion really sucks. I'm now over 56kg (from 44kg before pregnancy).

Also, I find it harder to pass motion even though I eat an apple every morning, which I thought would help relieve constipation. But no. However, it's still OK. Two days of constipation the most.

What have I been doing at home? I'm waiting...waiting for delivery. It's exciting. It's also stressful.

It's getting more difficult to just walk (sluggishly) as the weight is taking its toll on me. I can't stand too long or I'll have a mild backache. I find myself panting more often now and sweating all the time.

My mom told me that this is just the beginning, more is yet to come....(thanks Mom, it helps alot).

As much as I try to be joyful, I just can't at times. Many factors are restraining me from being a Happy Mom, especially the fact that I don't get goodnight sleeps anymore as I wake up 3-4 times just to pee.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining...just sharing. I'm so excited and happy! I've packed my labour hospital bags, two of them - one for me, one for my baby.

My princess Xenetia is arriving in August!

One Restless Soul

by z_l3nG

The Third Trimester

The beginning of the third trimester sees no big changes compared to the second, only a lot more movement inside the womb, mainly caused by my baby girl, and a growing appetite.

She seems to respond exceptionally well to sounds and noises: from scores of people talking in an exhibition hall to a single voice of a stranger in a quiet shop to dog's barking at 4 in the morning.

She's definitely one restless soul.

Last week, after nearly two months of not watching movies on the silver screen, we decided to watch Pirates of the Carribean. We sat at the first fourth or fifth row, which was very close to the screen and the sound was, even to me, deafening that my ears were shouting in pain.

As the movie started, I could feel her moving about, with her fists and strong legs stretching the layer of my belly, and she continued to move for a long time, probably, 5-10 minutes. My husband, who was feeling my belly all the while, said, "Let's leave. I don't want to take the risk."

Oh, how sweet...he wouldn't let his baby go through the torment. So, we paid RM20 for a 15-minute movie, including advertisements. No more movies!

Lately, I've switched to watching Disney channel. When the animated cartoons sing songs, she'll start to dance inside. She really likes listening to songs, even Elvis Presley's 'Love Me Tender', which I play every night on my IPhone.

When she's not moving, most probably resting, I'll gently call her, "Baby, my baby girl..." and she'll surely respond with a kick or a punch.

Good girl!

Last night, when she was resting, I disturbed her by calling her again (this time abit louder) and she responded with one strong thud! Both me and my husband jumped. She must be so annoyed.

She moves a lot, and I mean A LOT.

Still, I have yet to identify which body parts are moving.

Last Friday, we went to the OB for a check-up and ultrasound.

We saw her face! Oh, yes, we were overly excited.

Her eyes were closed, for sure, her nose a bit pointy and her lips, mmm....definitely not pouty.

When I saw her heart pumping in the rib cage, I just couldn't believe my eyes. It was the first time ever I had seen such an image so clearly.

The OB was a bit frustrated because he couldn't get a clear, proper ultrasound pic of the foetus. When it was clear for capturing, she moved. So, we left empty-handed. No ultrasound pic.

Also, the placenta was too close to her, she was boxing and kicking it. Poor baby. She's in need of more space, but nothing can be done to the position of the placenta, which is still quite low.

I hope you, my baby, will get more comfortable as time goes by...

That's all for now!

Entering the 3rd trimester

"How many months now?"

I get that a lot nowadays, which I didn't get during my first trimester - the attention.

Clearly, my baby bump's got bigger, much bigger and rounder now.

And because my unborn child has grown in size, I often experience backaches and even sitting up straight causes discomfort to my back.

I need pillows, more pillows the better. Soft ones of course.

Shopping was THE thing to do but now, I have to take a 10 to 15 min break (to sit down) almost after every hour of sluggish stroll in the mall.

This favourite activity of mine  - shopping - hasn't been that fun lately.

I get tired easily. Backache is the main issue here.

Despite not having that much fun walking around the huge malls in KL, I have, subconsciously, developed an impulse shopping disorder.

And this is recent.

I just HAVE to buy something every single week to fulfil my shopping desire and it makes me feel very happy.

I wonder if it's hormonal-related or a feel-good therapy.

But one thing's for sure - it's definitely a guilty pleasure. I'm a shopacholic.

Thus, I've entrusted my husband with a very important duty -  to control this disorder of mine.

But it's not helping much as he's just too nice, too kind to restrict me.

He'd swallow the word 'no' each time I gave him the "puss in boots cute eyes" look and asked, "Can I buy this?"

The "look" always works.

Besides this disorder, I'm also having sharp pains in my head (also called headaches) which comes and go quite frequently.

I don't want to take aspirin.

So, I just drink plenty of water and 100 Plus in the hopes of curing it.

It's working, I think.

The headaches are slowly fading.

Thank goodness.

Oh, my baby girl that's inside my belly, is constantly kicking and punching and somersaulting.

Her movements are more distinctive, which means, I can distinguish her movements from my bowel movements.

She's an athlete.

She always, always kicks me to indicate that she needs food because after a minute or two, I will start to feel hungry.

She can already express herself! Marvellous.

Oh, she's communicating with me now...and it means, I need to fill my stomach right away.

Still enjoying my pregnancy...:)

Mine's a Princess

It's official. It's a girl.

"There's nothing in between the legs," said the OB (short for obstetrician) last Saturday. "No male thing."

I had a laugh in my heart. Why couldn't he just say, 'there's no penis?'

Conservative still, I think. Or could it be too tiny to be called a penis?

I don't know.

So I'm having a baby girl in August.

I remember having this conversation with my husband, sometime last year, pointing out that most of our friends had baby girls.

The statistic was, 5 out of 6.

It was like a pandemic.

In the corner of my mind, I thought it's time a boy comes into the picture, and that I would be the one who beat the odds.

Turns out, Nope. I'm in THE statistic as well.

Don't get me wrong. I'm absolutely OK with any gender.

A girl. It should be fun. It's like dressing up a Barbie doll, you know.

I get to dress her up in different style everyday; short skirts with leggings, blouse with short pants, mini dress with a matching headband and so on...whoa, I can go on for days just thinking of the many fashion for my baby girl.

First child, a daughter is good. A girl always takes care of her siblings and is so loving and caring.

Oh, and fathers just have that special bond with their daughters, just like mothers with their sons.

So, it's a good thing.

As aforementioned, I went to see my OB just last Saturday, again, a week earlier than the appointment set last month.

When the nurse asked why we were early, we told her, "Oh, we're busy next week."

That was a lie. The truth was, I couldn't wait for another week to see my baby on the screen.

It's become an addiction.

I wanted to know if my baby's doing fine inside the uterus and if she's comfortable.

The gender of the foetus was supposed to be revealed to me and my husband last month, but my baby was all curled up, hugging itself, probably sleeping.

So there was no way for my OB to get a clear picture of the foetus.

Last week, we couldn't get a clear shot of her either.

She was so restless and vigorous. Both her legs were stretched out, long and straight, and in another milisecond, she was in a crawling position, with her hips up.

There was never a moment where she was still in one position.

But, it was a sign of good health.

Her heart, to my amazement, was pumping so fast and hard, at more than 150beats per second!

It was something new to me.

It was very exciting.

I guess the thing that gets me up early in the morning (which I usually don't) on each doctor appointment was the thought of seeing the growing baby inside me. Each time is just different; so many changes in only a month.

I get tickled once in a while everyday because she's moving alot!

It feels out of this world.

And I can say, I'm loving it!



- 20 weeks + into pregnancy -


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Then and Now: My Feelings about Being Pregnant

I had mixed feelings when I first found out that I was pregnant, mostly because I wasn't prepared to be a mother. Unplanned pregnancy, what d'you expect?

The first time the doctor did ultrasound on my belly, 'it' (my unborn baby) was just merely 4.6cm in diametre.  All I could see was just a black dot.

I was OK, emotionally.

I did feel a bit nervous when I stepped into the clinic because I wasn't sure if I were pregnant.

"What if I were?" "What happened next?" All these questions were circling in my mind.

When the doctor broke the news to me that I was indeed pregnant, I breathe a sigh of relief. Not that I was all joyful or anything.

No more guessing games. No more anxiety. That was 'the' relief.

A new thing to worry about, that's all.

The next immediate decision was which hospital to go to. That was easy.

There's only one nearby.

So we made the time to go to the hospital.

The second checkup was at the hospital, my first appointment with a gynaecologist (I eventually said vaGINA-cologist *Blush*). And it kind of changed my feeling about being pregnant.

'It' had developed into a vague figure.

I could see its heartbeat, a sign of life; its head and behind were visible and I could see its hands and they moved, a bit.

I developed a sense of motherhood in that instant.

I was...pretty ready to be a Mom.

I was in my 9 weeks' of pregnancy.

A month later and I was back at the hospital, waiting patiently for 2 long hours to see the gynaecologist (it happens sometimes). Those who came in later than me went in first, which I later concluded that they had bigger bellies than me and so they were prioritised.

Well, it wasn't a big deal. It was worth the wait.

Whenever I visit the gynaecologist, there's only one thing in my mind.
Do the ultrasound immediately!
I wanna see my baby!

So there it was...only a tiny 7cm, but was already moving vigorously, stretching its hands and kicking its legs.

The body parts were becoming more apparent. I could see clearly both his hands, legs, relatively big head and bum.

I realised...I had fallen in love, with this life inside me.

I'm now into my 4th month pregnancy and I can't wait to have him/her in my arms in August.

Oh, I'm so over the moon right now....

I'm going to see my baby in 2 weeks' time! On the screen, I mean.

Being pregnant

Being pregnant is not easy, as what I'm experiencing now.

Tossing and turning in bed in the middle of the night is just, frustrating. It's just so difficult to sleep in the right position that I'm comfortable with.

Being a person who's used to sleeping on the back, I find it very hard to sleep on my left throughout the night. It bothers me when I don't sleep on my left, fearing it will obstruct my baby's air or blood circulation. And that causes anxiety.

Before I got pregnant, it was easy to sleep my night through even when I was hungry. Not anymore. I simply have to eat even when it means getting up at 3 in the morning! I sit on the bed and munch some biscuits or any light snacks, with my eyes shut.

Then, I will literally sleep in a sitting position for at least 30 minutes before I lie down on bed. I simply need to get the food digested.

I feel nauseous every single day and that means, no travelling long distance. Staying at home doesn't make me more comfortable.

I usually pop one or two sour plums into my mouth and I immediately feel better!

Unfortunately, that cures my nausea for only one minute.

Now, it's almost impossible to wear skinny jeans or tight dresses. That's one thing I have to sacrifice for the next several months.

I ate 3 meals a day, but now countless times!

It'll not get any better when my belly starts to grow bigger.


- My second month of pregnancy-