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// Little S, Little Time. // Thursday, January 4, 2007
Why, hello!!
Thank you all for your calls, SMSes and emails.
I have been trying to figure out when and how exactly to reply to every single of them, you know? So let me just express my gratitude here first for all your well wishes, blessings and kind prayers.
Little S is finally here.
Born on 3rd January 2007 at 0108 hours.
Little S' name, that will be revealed pretty soon.
Little S' pictures (good quality ones!), I will put them up when I am not breastfeeding, or when Little S is sleeping. She is so attached to me (like duh!), and the feeling of having someone so attached to me is simply wonderful and inexpressible, I tell you! (Quick, go get pregnant!)
Ok bye, Little S is crying.
@ 03:45 p.m.
// What a joke! // Monday, January 1, 2007
When boredom sets in, I surf the net and search for basically anything and everything that captures my attention. Well, almost anything and everything, except for porn and Paris Hilton. But wait, doesn't she also fall under the porn category? Porn = Paris Hilton, no?
Anyway.
For a start, I searched for some pregnancy jokes. I did find some totally hilarious ones, which resulted in me roaring with laughter, in my room, alone, on New Year's day. Let me tell you, I am a madcap when left alone.
Let me now spread the laughing virus and share some pregnancy jokes with you. Then perhaps you too can laugh yourself silly, in your room, alone, on New Year's day. Just like me!! Now, how cool can that be? But hey, the jokes would be funny ONLY IF you understand pregnancy lingo. If you still do not find the jokes funny despite being a mother of four already, then its either you are plain boring or I was seriously bored rigid.
Let's start!!
The more pregnant I get, the more often strangers smile at me. Why?
Cause you're fatter than they are.
What is the most common pregnancy craving?
For men to be the ones getting pregnant.
Do I need to plan a baby shower?
Not if you change the baby's diaper very quickly.
When is the best time to get an epidural?
Right after you find out you're pregnant.
Where is the best place to store breast milk?
In your breasts.
Okay, now read this story.
A man and his wife were making their first doctor visit prior to the birth of their first child. After everything checked out, the doctor took a small stamp and stamped the wife's stomach with indelible ink.
The couple was curious about what the stamp was for, so when they got home, the husband dug out his magnifying glass to try to see what it was. In very tiny letters, the stamp said, "When you can read this, come back and see me."
Get it?! Get it?!
Kwa kwa kwa.
Ok lah, I think I should stop. I think I should go rest. I think I should start learning to spend my time more meaningfully. Like learning how to cook or practise timing my contractions.
See you again. Tomorrow maybe.
P.S:
Wah sey, I was very sore when I saw that very cute New Year's baby and his mother on the news today. That could have been Little S and me, lor! Gone already are my hopes of having a New Year's baby and appearing on national TV for a minute or two. And to think I have already included my makeup pouch inside my hospital bag!! Chet!
'_'
@ 10:08 p.m.
// Send in the clowns, and my baby! // Monday, January 1, 2007
This one is for you, Little S.
Meanwhile, the people around me are getting really impatient, what with Little S' refusal to come out still. That's my girl!
Stubborn, just like me.
Some of these people are already starting to do the most outrageous things ever, and frankly, I am quite worried for each and everyone of them.
My sister just revealed to me that her friends are currently betting on the day Little S will appear. Wah, how dare you use my Little S to place your bets! Naughty, naughty, girls. Luckily you girls are pretty and very nice to look at, to begin with.
'_'
Nurul, on the other hand, has been waking up in the middle of the night to check her phone. She gets jumpy each time she sees a private number calling her as she thinks that might just be one of us calling to inform her that I have given birth. Most of the time, it is just the same hysterical Chinese lady asking forcing her to join a lucky draw. That woman does not give up apparently. Kwa kwa kwa. And Nurul gets nervy all the more if she receives a call or SMS from me. She texts me without fail everyday just to check whether I am already experiencing the real, labour contractions. My answer? It has always been a straight NO, much to her disappointment.
'_'
Tatek, he gets excited, way too excited each time I experience those infrequent contractions. He will ask me the same thing over and over again whenever he sees my cramped expression, "Ah?!! Dah? Dah nak terkeluar?" (read: Ah?!! Is she coming out already?) I cannot help but to end up cackling like mad each time he does that, despite feeling ooh so tight and uncomfortable around the abdomen area.
'_'
Mak asks me the same thing every morning each time I go out of my room. "Kau tak rasa sakit sakit langsung ke?"
(read: Don't you feel any pain at all?")
No lah, mother dear. I only feel hungry all the time. How?
'_'
Also, I have been told by some of my blogger mates that they have been religiously checking my blog just to see whether there is any update on the birth of Little S. Some of them apparently freaked out when they did not see any update at all from me, and emailed me to ask.
'_'
Can you darlings of mine learn to loosen up a bit?
I am the one pregnant here.
You are turning into circus clowns, you know?
I am honestly amused.
And touched at the same time.
One thing for sure, waiting for my baby's arrival is definitely more thrilling than waiting for my wedding a year back.
So don't get married. Get pregnant!!!
'_'
@ 01:29 p.m.
// Do you want to be a Superstar? // Sunday, December 31, 2006
Today, I went for my walk again, with Tatek my escort. Initially I had wanted to just walk to Whitesands by myself, but my dearest and ever so worried hubby did not allow me to. He does not allow me to go out on my own anymore. He thinks this buffalo might just trip and fall, and quake the entire Pasir Ris neighbourhood. So yes, he accompanied me, despite being sick and sleepy. Not to Whitesands, though. We ended up driving to Tampines Mall for what else but the usual- window shopping. We are broke and kaput at the moment, so we turned almost too instantly into walking bitter gourds (one fat, one thin) upon seeing RICH people shopping big time. Payday, is it?!
Chet!
But then again, we did a bit of shopping ourselves too. We were not exactly just window shopping, you know? We ended up at Kiddy Palace, saw this really cute newborn bodysuit, thought of Nurul at once, checked the price tag to see whether we could afford it, and ended up buying it. It was certainly our first time buying a baby outfit from Kiddy Palace as we have never been that fond of its range of baby clothes.
Given a choice, we would have preferred the bodysuit with additional imprinted words. Like this.
Kwa kwa kwa.
Please, do not take me seriously and start labeling me as a pompous mummy to be. We bought the bodysuit to amuse ourselves, and I added those words on the bodysuit to amuse Nurul, and possibly you, if you care to be amused, that is!
On another note, I had my pictures taken by myself and by Tatek earlier today for the sake of updating my personal collection of pregnancy images. After all, I have officially reached my 39th week. Hurray, hurray. Yawns.
I certainly look normal here. My tummy looks normal too.
But how I wish!
Here is reality. Cold, hard reality.
I know what you feel like doing now. You feel like taking the sharpest and longest pin ever and 'burst' that tummy of mine, right? I feel like doing it too, just so that I could go back to being slim all over again.
Like this.
And I really do miss my long, long hair which I had long, long ago.
:(
Oh, did you watch Nurul turning nuts on TV? I did, I laughed so hard and I almost ended up giving birth.
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Ok, that giving birth part is not true.
Don't tell me you believed that too?
Aiyoh, in this blogging world you cannot afford to be so gullible, you know? You can never know when someone is telling you stories. When I say stories, I mean lies. BIG, FAT lies. And these storymakers are not even big or fat, to begin with.
So be very careful, okay?
'_'
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Little S is so going to be a January baby!
Insya'allah.
@ 09:21 p.m.
// Voting Day. // Saturday, December 30, 2006
Lol.
Remember me putting a poll in one of my previous entries, asking you to guess with all your might when Little S will make her appearance? Out of 225 votes in all, 127 of you chose December.
Then yesterday, I decided to bring back the same poll just for the good fun of it. Earlier today, when I checked the results again, majority of you had chosen January. What an overturn! That poll is long gone now, to make way for something new and exciting. By the looks of it, I too think she will be a January baby. She wants to be the oldest and tallest in her class, see? I am okay with it, just as long as she is the brightest in her class too. Insya allah.
'_'
I know what I am going to do next since I am so free and I am basically spending my time eating, blogging and very busily waiting for Little S. I am going to create yet another poll. This time round, your job is going to get a bit tougher. Your job now is to guess which day and date exactly Little S will appear. That's not so easy to guess, but I do know how you oh so love challenges.
Kwa kwa kwa.
For the poll, please check out the left column of my blog.
Don't worry, your vote is DEFINITELY confidential.
'_'
@ 12:51 p.m.
// STILL. // Friday, December 29, 2006
You would have noticed the change of my blogskin prior to this entry. So what does that tell you?
Correct.
I am here STILL.
I have not delivered STILL.
Little S is not out STILL.
Sorry to disappoint you STILL.
Based on the vaginal exam (VE) which I had this morning, I was told that I had not dilated STILL. Not even by half a centimetre. Amniotic fluid level was normal STILL, not yet low. My next checkup will be next Thursday, four days before my expected date of delivery. I do hope I would have delivered by then as my maternity leave begins on the 3rd of January! So when you kiddos and teachers start school, I will be starting my maternity leave. See you come end of March! :)
And oh, my darling Little S, for coming out late, you are missing out on all these.
Your basinett.
Your wardrobe.
BLUEKK!!
Meanwhile, life has to go on STILL.
In memory.
We celebrated my younger brother's birthday earlier today. Instead of the usual merry and full of laughter birthday celebrations, today's celebration was solemn and tear-jerking. Daddy and Mak cried buckets of tears when Daddy read aloud the oooh so long birthday note which Mak had written for Ian. I almost lost it too. I tried my best to control my tears. Okay, let me fill you in. Everyone was pretty much emotional since it was practically the last time Ian celebrated his birthday as a single, in our house, see? On his next birthday, he would be a married man, celebrating his birthday in his new house with his wife and new family. We would have to share him then. My family, we share this really strong bond with one another. It's hard to let anyone go. Really hard.
:(
@ 09:51 p.m.
// Posto, posto! // Tuesday, December 26, 2006
You have arrived!!
Eh hello, I am not referring to Little S. She is still not here yet, for your kind attention. So stop asking me whether she is here or not, okay? Azlifah, you especially! '_'
I am referring to this pink box full of pink baby clothes and shoes which Mr Postman (who was thankfully not in pink too!) had delivered to my house just minutes ago. I almost pulled my hair out of sheer exhilaration when I opened the box and saw its very full and very pink contents.
One beautifully written card.
One beautiful white dress 'bejeweled' with pink rose buds.
One beautiful furred pink and white sleepwear.
One beautiful pink cardigan.
Two pairs of beautiful pink sneakers.
All beautifully packed for Little S.
Alhamdullilah syukur.
Thank you to an equally beautiful new friend, Sharifah!
Awak, I am very astounded. ;)
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Still am astounded!
@ 06:45 p.m.
// A Christmas present? // Monday, December 25, 2006
My hospital bag is finally ready. So is Little S' bag.
Now all I have got to do is wait, just like what I've been doing for the past few days.
Waiting is not such a fun thing to do, after all. I am getting impatient, edgy and a bit fed up. Even though Little S is still entitled to about two more weeks in my tummy before she has to make her appearance, I am wishing and hoping for her to come out now, later, tomorrow, or the day after. My point is, I want her to come out already. Enough of waiting and wondering. It would have been ideal if she had arrived today, on Christmas day. The ideal part is not about coming out on Christmas of course, but the very fact that she is born on the 25th of December. See, my birthday falls on the 25th of February while Tatek's birthday falls on the 25th of November. So imagine how cool it would have been for us had she come out today, the 25th of December? Yes, its all about the number 25, not Christmas. And totally gone with the wind rain are our hopes of becoming cool parents.
Coming to think of it, it is really funny how paranoid I have been acting of late. I have been associating every single pain I feel to labour contractions. Yesterday night, I felt a bit of pain and discomfort on the left of my tummy which gradually moved to my back. I also felt increased pelvic pressure. (a feeling that my baby's pushing down.) Instead of whining, I was feeling super-duper excited and dare I say it, overjoyed, and immediately told the already half asleep Tatek, "B, I think the time will come soon!"
Chet. Like real only.
The pains disappeared altogether soon after, almost like magic.
And I went to sleep, totally crestfallen.
:(
@ 06:49 p.m.
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