Preparing for K! (*stickied post*)

Hopefully this will make me feel like time is passing faster… Can’t wait can’t wait can’t wait!! *hops around excitedly*

If only we were any less sane…

We would have so definitely snapped this up when we saw it at AMK Hub’s Mums & Babes:

At $79, this Combi Smile Labo mat is not exactly practical, yet it’s not entirely useless either. But what the hell, it’s soooo super duper cute! I wish it would go on a half-price sale or something so I can justify giving in to temptation and then pose Keegan in it for some super cute photos!

I got so excited by the item that I was shrieking in the shop for Hubs to “Buy it! Buy it! So cute! I want!” But I guess this man just isn’t one who succumbs easily to impulse purchases. Throughout the rest of our time in AMK, he just kept grumbling about how he shouldn’t have shown me the mat, because I just won’t stop about how cute it is and how much I want to buy it.

So, my dear Hubs, next time you see something nice and have no intention to buy it, don’t show it to me lah! Make me feel all uncomfy only…

7 more weeks!

The last round of IKEA shopping is finally done. And Keegan’s baby essentials finally arrived from USA. (Thanks Sab!)

It’s finally starting to feel like things are getting done and we’re getting closer to finishing up the baby preparations. Which is a great GREAT relief given the stress I’ve been feeling.

I have no idea what I’m stressed about, except that it feels like there’s a ton of things to be done, and we were nowhere near getting them done.

It’s probably more in my mind than anything else. But it has been getting on my already cranky pregnant nerves and making me somewhat susceptible to short sobbing sessions and sudden mood swings.

There’s 7 more weeks to go until Keegan’s EDD of 22 August, and here’s a friendly cautionary note: Beware of hormonally charged preggo!

Meanwhile, you guys better start readying your angbaos hor.

When the receiver is stingy.

Hubs has graciously offered to buy me a bag from Burberry Blue Label, with a pretty generous budget in mind. But… there’s this funny thing about me that’s preventing me from just plainly saying “YES YES YES!”

While I may sometimes lament about how I can’t afford luxurious branded bags – and I still can’t because I have practically zero income – I shudder at the pricetag when any opportunity presents itself.

Like how my feet suddenly grew more feet of its own when we went into the Agnes B store at Plaza Singapura a couple of days ago. My legs moved with a speed I’ve never known before – out of and away from the store. Hefty unjustified pricetags seem to have that effect on me these days.

It’s a blatant lie if I say I don’t want a Burberry Blue Label bag. But my iBook is fast dying, and I’d much prefer to have a new iMac compared to a bag. After all, I spend most of my time at home, idling any spare time away online, whatever will I do if my lappy dies on me?!?!

So… can the bag and gimme the com! There’ll be plenty more chances to buy pretty bags, but if I ever go com-less for just a day, I think I’ll go nutty!

On the search for a white bag.

I brought out my $10 Outfitter Girls (fake) leather shoulder bag today, only to have it flake and leave dandruff-like bits of white PU on my shoulder. And after stupidly dusting my shoulder, the entire right side of my body was cover in those damned little white flakes.

Some even landed on Joshua’s black black hair, and it looked like my little boy and I both had very bad cases of dandruff.

I am distraught at the “death” of my favourite bag. It had multiple compartments, comfortable shoulder straps, and it was a wonderful medium size that was enough to fit in all Joshua and my barang-barang.

It will be a long search for another one of the same size, shape and color.

Joshua is my buddy.

We decided to do something different today, and went out for lunch.

We ate our Carl’s Jr fish & chips leisurely for a whole 45 minutes. And he danced in the highchair to the music playing in the background. We shared a Medium drink of Zappel. Then topped it up some more because we both love Zappel.

We slowly strolling the almost-empty mall, making small talk. Ok, I talked and he babbled, with cute kiddy handsigns thrown in for good measure.

Then I went to check out the Cotton On Body sale (again) and he picked out these cute frilly panties from the rack and told me to buy them. Hell, no. Too cute lah! So he put them back with a loud giggle.

I tried to buy a cap for him from FOX Kids, but he said it was ugly, so we put it back.

Nowadays, he only wants “cool” stuff and not “cute” stuff. He scorns the term “cute” unless used on newborn babies and small animals.

*sigh* They grow up so fast. And now he’s like, my best buddy. It’s more enjoyable than I ever thought parenthood could be possible!

My belly is NOT a table.

Therefore I have to remember not to put my hands on my belly – as if it was a tabletop – and then paint my nails.

Because when Keegan gave me a hell of a mighty kick, my nails got smudged lah!

Also, I don’t think I should get too used to propping ice cream tubs, cups, calculators and other miscellaneous stuff on my bump.

I will definitely greatly miss the convenience having a “portable table”, but I think this might quantify as child abuse in certain states of America.

Shut up and buzz off!

So I opened a BabyMallOnline spree specially for this bunch of expectant moms who are due in September, and it’s more of a favour than anything else, because I had already ordered what we needed a couple of weeks ago.

Then comes this woman who is totally rocking my boat the wrong way.

First, there is the issue of her sending me random SMSes about where she is now, what she is doing, etc etc. None of which I am even vaguely interested to know of. She’s been doing this since she got my number, and it really irks the hell out of me.

On Joshua’s birthday, she constantly SMSed me – at least once every 10 minutes – about what was going on at the Motherhood Exhibition and asking what time I would get there, despite me telling her that “I am having lunch now”.

Then on Saturday, she kept bugging me over SMS as well about the spree, even when I told her “I am watching a movie now”.

And the thing about her is how she will send and send her SMSes even if you do not reply. Despite the feeling being very much like talking to an empty space, I guess she must still derive pleasure from it somehow.

Even Hubs is greatly irritated by my phone going off every few minutes from her. He told me not to reply in hope that she won’t send anything else, so I didn’t. But she still sent more SMSes. He says she is damn buey zi dong (inconsiderate) to SMS people past 11pm.

I am still suffering the repercussions of and feeling great stupidity over swapping numbers with her to facilitate the previous mommies gathering we had.

Now with the spree closed and ordered, she is trying to tell me what to do regarding the spree in terms of splitting shipping costs. She managed to irk me so much that I told her over MSN: “Ok lor, then you go order it yourself ok?”

For fuck’s sake, if you want to join MY spree, don’t come and teach me what to do. If you think you can do it better than me, then go ahead and do it yourself. If you don’t trust me, then don’t spree with me. IT’S THAT SIMPLE.

None of the other mommies are questioning about how I intend to split the shipping costs later, whereas she is telling me to split the costs according to price – which is like a super unfair way of doing it!

I am literally boiling over my limits with this woman.

I think I’m getting excited…

Because I have this strong urge to buy every baby item that comes in cow print!

For the uninitiated, Keegan will be born in the lunar year of the Ox (or Cow, depending on how you like to decipher it) therefore cow prints couldn’t be more fitting for the bub!

I seem to be interested in procuring more and more baby stuff for him. I think it’s like some sort of silent confirmation that he is well and truly on his way here to join the three of us!

Usually I’m wary of buying baby stuff too early because you never know what could happen, but now I think the prospect of him arriving here safe and sound is almost guaranteed.

I’m also desperately seeking for matching clothes for both boys to wear together, like a “We Are Brothers” kinda thing. It would be mighty cute to see them in matching (but not exact duplicated) outfits! Something like “I am the little brother” and “I am the big brother” tees would be adorable, as well as practical.

Maybe I’ll look around to get them printed somewhere… Anyone has any clue on where I can get good quality printing on clothing? I don’t want those iron-on crap that flakes off after a couple of washes.

And maybe while I’m at it, I’ll do up another set that says “Hi, My Name is Keegan” and “Hi, My Name is Joshua”.

Prenatal Checkup: 31 weeks

Pregnancy Weight

I weighed in at 80.7kg – a full 3kg gain. I have never been so happy to put on weight!

I must say Doc wasn’t very happy about my weight increase, because she would prefer my total pregnancy weight gain to be under 12kg. But my blood sugar test came in normal, so it abolished Doc’s suspicions about high sugar levels causing the 3kg gain over the last 4 weeks.

If we take my pre-pregnancy weight at 73kg – which I confirm to be accurate because I was weighing myself daily back then – it would mean I have put on a total of 7kg by now, leaving me with only 5kg to go before I exceed the Doc’s recommendation.

But you know what? I don’t care. It’s not like I’m gorging myself on food or snacking on junk lor. If I put on weight, it’ll pretty much be au naturel and not a result of bad eating habits whatsoever.

(Speaking of which, the 2 pints of Haagen Dazs we bought more than 2 weeks ago is still unfinished and sitting in the freezer. I should give Joshua more of it to eat before both pints turn into icicles.)

Baby’s Growth

So this is the part where Doc stopped tsk-ing me about the 3kg gain…

Keegan measured in at 33 weeks 4 days for both his tummy diameter and head circumference. His femur length came in at 32 weeks 5 days. His weight: a massive 2009 grams (aka 2kg)!! This means that out of the 3kg I gained, 1kg is PURE BABY WEIGHT because he had weighed 1033 grams at the last checkup.

Obviously this boy is growing faster (and bigger) than he should be, seeing how a 31-week foetus should only be around an average of 1.5kg. 30% extra is a lot on a tiny baby!

Baby’s Foetal Position

The boy is currently in a breech position – with his active feet causing discomfort at my nether regions – but there is still plenty of time for him to literally turn things around. 6 more weeks, in fact.

Once again there was some concern from the doc regarding a natural birth – more so because Keegan hasn’t positioned himself properly yet – but I am not fazed by the negative possibilities. Why should I be anyway, since there’s nothing I can actively do about it? I’ll just continue to pray for what I hope to receive, and leave everything in the hands of God. I’m sure He’ll grant me whatever it is that He deems fit for us.

With that said, we’ll still greatly appreciate prayers for Keegan to turn around in preparation for birth, as well as for the safety and health of both mother and child during natural delivery.

Thanks in advance!

Aftermath of Grey Goose

Hubs came back from an outing with his office folks almost 4 hours later, mumbling about too much Grey Goose (not his choice of poison) and leaving a trail of fumbling:

• his shirt – completely drenched in sweat on the back – at the doorway
• his mobile phone on the living room floor
• his pair of jeans on the wardrobe floor, inverted inside out, with his wallet still in the back pocket
• one smelly sock in Joshua’s laundry basket
• another smelly sock in my laundry basket

It’s kinda funny actually.

Doubly funny because Hubs had been so domesticated to come home early from work to do Joshua’s laundry and clean up after dinner. Then he tucked the boy into bed before changing and going out to party.

What’s not funny about tonight’s fiasco is how it has gently reminded me that I won’t be overdosing on Grey Goose for possibly another year. So.not.funny. And Grey Goose is, like, my favourite vodka EVER.

Diu. This babymaking business has got to stop after Keegan, before I suddenly hit the big three-oh and have no idea where my 20s went.