April 28, 2005
it's undeniable - my skirts are getting to be a tad tight. still zippable... for now. enough carbs please!
we went to ntuc and bought a whole bunch of fruits last evening - pears, buah lai, apples, oranges, and even packets of fruit-infused ribena, and raisin bread. i still can't shake off the wind that's taken up a permanent place in my stomache (i play it like a bongo every night), i'm refusing to eat the pills for the wind after reading the not-very-reassuring piece of paper about the medicine that says no known effects on foetuses YET. i'd rather not take any chances, thank you very much. i mean, this discomfort is NOTHING compared to what i'll be feeling during labour anyway, right? physical endurance has to be a good thing.
and back to the physical, the tummy is definitely a road hump now, even when i suck in my breath. i'm pretty sure it's all fats that have built up over the past few weeks i've been stuffing myself to get rid of the hunger pangs, coz baby is hardly the size of a thumb, remember?
i now understand why pregnant women EAT so much and gain all that weight that's not the baby itself. it's to fill in this ridiculous hunger that's ALWAYS there. it's like we haven't eaten for years, when it's only been an hour. terrible.
i'll have to start rummaging for bigger skirts and pants in my wardrobe, or resort to SHOPPING. urm.
i think people will start noticing soon. *bites nails*
Posted by nurhana at April 28, 2005 10:12 AM
Comments
babe, this is the only time that you can get a tummy and not worry about it! you have a perfectly good excuse for being huge! haha!
Posted by: nur at April 28, 2005 10:15 AM
at this stage, it just looks like i'm out of shape rather than obviously pregnant. heh.
Posted by: MILF wannabe at April 28, 2005 10:20 AM
hmmm well at least u got excuse to go shopping now!!!
*raise hand*
nak itut~
Posted by: herda at April 28, 2005 09:14 PM
i decided on an all-time favourite for growing tummies: baju kurung! lol
Posted by: MILF wannabe at April 29, 2005 11:16 AM
actually can't wait for u to show... so can rub that boncit tummy!!
Posted by: rouge at April 29, 2005 12:09 PM
yes baju kurung will be so ideal wont it.
Posted by: herda at April 29, 2005 01:53 PM
u can rub ur husband's boncit tummy for now! i do! :D
have to use up all my baju kebayas by next month before i burst their buttons. erk.
Posted by: MILF wannabe at April 29, 2005 02:45 PM
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
pink or blue?
April 26, 2005
is it true that babies, or little children, with their clear and innocent third eye, can sense a woman who is pregnant?
i think there could be something to it. adam's face lights up with a toothless smile whenever he sees me, and it's like he wants to say something but gurgles instead. when my mum or his dad tells him to kiss aunty nana, this five-going-on-six-month-old angel pulls himself towards me to offer his face, then pulls away shyly. when we try the trick on mum, he doesn't budge. (could be he's already seen my mum the whole day and wants a cute girl's face to scrutinize, ie. mine!) my mum reckons adam's cousin will be a girl, and they'll get along well. heh. keep praying it's a girl, mum. with our genetic history, the chances are pret-ty slim.
i say, it's all written in The Book of Fate, so too late to eat certain foods or do certain things that old wives tell you to in order to determine the unborn child's gender.
we're not supposed to believe in predictions of course, but i came across this list a few times on the internet, on how to predict if it's a boy or a girl. well... if any of these are remotely true, then - it's a boy! lol.
it's a boy if...
You didn't experience morning sickness in early pregnancy
Your baby's heart rate is less than 140 beats per minute
You are carrying the extra weight out front
Your belly looks like a basketball
Your areola have darkened considerably
You are carrying low
You are craving salty or sour foods
You are craving protein -- meats and cheese
Your feet are colder than they were before pregnancy
The hair on your legs has grown faster during pregnancy
Your hands are very dry
Your pillow faces north when you sleep
Dad-to-be is gaining weight, right along with you
Pregnancy has you looking better than ever
Your urine is a bright yellow in color
Your nose is spreading
You hang your wedding ring over your belly, it moves in circles
You are having headaches
You add your age at the time of conception and the number for the month you conceived the number is even
it's a girl if...
You had morning sickness early in pregnancy
Your baby's heart rate is at least 140 beats per minute
You are carrying the weight in your hips and rear
Your left breast is larger than your right breast
Your hair gets red highlights
You are carrying high
Your belly looks like a watermelon
You are craving sweets
You are craving fruit
You crave orange juice
You don't look quite as good as normal during pregnancy
You are moodier than usual during pregnancy
Your face breaks out more than usual
You refuse to eat the heel of a loaf of bread
Your breasts have really blossomed!
Your pillow faces south when you sleep
Your urine is a dull yellow in color
If you hang your wedding ring over your belly, it moves from side to side
If you add your age at the time of conception and the number for the month you conceived the number is odd
a colleague just told me that women who look awful during pregnancy tend to get girls. and she said i look good.
i sure don't feel it.
Posted by nurhana at April 26, 2005 04:11 PM
Comments
but u dun have morning sickness yet ..... could it be .... ok ok dun stress. OMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Posted by: herda at April 26, 2005 04:44 PM
... boy? heh.
takpe lah, must be healthy, intelligent, and most importantly - CUTE!! :p
Posted by: MILF wannabe at April 26, 2005 04:46 PM
hehe nonsense je the list! hmmm... i think whether you have a girl or boy depends on whether there's a..... hmmmm..... hehe....
DICK?
Posted by: rouge at April 26, 2005 09:46 PM
*looks @rouge*
wat fish~
nasib baik takde budak? kecik baca nie comment.
Posted by: herda at April 27, 2005 12:17 AM
is it true that babies, or little children, with their clear and innocent third eye, can sense a woman who is pregnant?
i think there could be something to it. adam's face lights up with a toothless smile whenever he sees me, and it's like he wants to say something but gurgles instead. when my mum or his dad tells him to kiss aunty nana, this five-going-on-six-month-old angel pulls himself towards me to offer his face, then pulls away shyly. when we try the trick on mum, he doesn't budge. (could be he's already seen my mum the whole day and wants a cute girl's face to scrutinize, ie. mine!) my mum reckons adam's cousin will be a girl, and they'll get along well. heh. keep praying it's a girl, mum. with our genetic history, the chances are pret-ty slim.
i say, it's all written in The Book of Fate, so too late to eat certain foods or do certain things that old wives tell you to in order to determine the unborn child's gender.
we're not supposed to believe in predictions of course, but i came across this list a few times on the internet, on how to predict if it's a boy or a girl. well... if any of these are remotely true, then - it's a boy! lol.
it's a boy if...
You didn't experience morning sickness in early pregnancy
Your baby's heart rate is less than 140 beats per minute
You are carrying the extra weight out front
Your belly looks like a basketball
Your areola have darkened considerably
You are carrying low
You are craving salty or sour foods
You are craving protein -- meats and cheese
Your feet are colder than they were before pregnancy
The hair on your legs has grown faster during pregnancy
Your hands are very dry
Your pillow faces north when you sleep
Dad-to-be is gaining weight, right along with you
Pregnancy has you looking better than ever
Your urine is a bright yellow in color
Your nose is spreading
You hang your wedding ring over your belly, it moves in circles
You are having headaches
You add your age at the time of conception and the number for the month you conceived the number is even
it's a girl if...
You had morning sickness early in pregnancy
Your baby's heart rate is at least 140 beats per minute
You are carrying the weight in your hips and rear
Your left breast is larger than your right breast
Your hair gets red highlights
You are carrying high
Your belly looks like a watermelon
You are craving sweets
You are craving fruit
You crave orange juice
You don't look quite as good as normal during pregnancy
You are moodier than usual during pregnancy
Your face breaks out more than usual
You refuse to eat the heel of a loaf of bread
Your breasts have really blossomed!
Your pillow faces south when you sleep
Your urine is a dull yellow in color
If you hang your wedding ring over your belly, it moves from side to side
If you add your age at the time of conception and the number for the month you conceived the number is odd
a colleague just told me that women who look awful during pregnancy tend to get girls. and she said i look good.
i sure don't feel it.
Posted by nurhana at April 26, 2005 04:11 PM
Comments
but u dun have morning sickness yet ..... could it be .... ok ok dun stress. OMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Posted by: herda at April 26, 2005 04:44 PM
... boy? heh.
takpe lah, must be healthy, intelligent, and most importantly - CUTE!! :p
Posted by: MILF wannabe at April 26, 2005 04:46 PM
hehe nonsense je the list! hmmm... i think whether you have a girl or boy depends on whether there's a..... hmmmm..... hehe....
DICK?
Posted by: rouge at April 26, 2005 09:46 PM
*looks @rouge*
wat fish~
nasib baik takde budak? kecik baca nie comment.
Posted by: herda at April 27, 2005 12:17 AM
Sunday, April 24, 2005
what's up, doc?
April 24, 2005
so we headed down to the famous dr a/z/i/z clinic on a saturday morning, unprepared for the incredibly long wait we had to endure. and what a LOOOONG wait it was indeed! three hours, in fact. the clinic teemed with makciks in the waiting room AND the reception desk. it was geylang central. we certainly looked like young punks in the midst of it all.
instead of languishing in the waiting room with all the makciks, their husbands and their many children, we escaped to a nearby coffeeshop and languished there instead in the sticky heat and oily smell. we were to wait for the receptionist to call when it's nearing our turn, but the call never came even after two hours. my pants were damp with sweat and my bladder was bursting to pee, but i'd been told not to pee, so that the scan would be clearer.
never mind the makciks and the noisy children, we went back to the comfort of air-conditioning in the clinic. i probably read through the entire collection of Young Parents magazines available and finished a bag of chips coz the dastardly hunger pang made another attack.
our turn finally came, and in less than ten minutes, we came out armed with this:
the peanut has grown to a broad bean. or kidney bean, whichever way you see it.
the doc's initial calculation, according to my LMP (last menstrual period) and using this round calendar thingy, i was supposed to be three months preggers. but of course, i wasn't! because my period was all wonky.
he muttered a bismillah before scanning, and explained to us what we were looking at on the screen. underneath a big black bag that was my bladder full of urine, a shadow slowly appeared. he pointed out my cervix, my womb, and ta-da! found the peanut-that-is-now-a-bean. with his nifty computer, he measured the bean, looked at the chart on the wall of various-sized beans, and concluded that it was 24mm big (the width of his thumb, he says), 6 weeks 2 days old, and its estimated date of delivery is 14 dec 05. insya allah! he gave me more folic acid (ack!), pills for the incessant wind in my tummy, vitamins, a hearty congratulation, and we'll see him again in four weeks time.
overall, we were satisfied with the doc, despite the long waiting time. he made us feel very relaxed and was very informative. a doc who jokes!
no wonder he's such a hit with the makciks, i tell ya.
Posted by nurhana at April 24, 2005 05:43 PM
Comments
i like the fact that he started with bismillah. you've just won me over with doc aziz.
Posted by: rouge at April 24, 2005 05:53 PM
awww... yeah, i think that definitely won over a lot of makciks too! :D
Posted by: MILF wannabe at April 24, 2005 05:54 PM
Sorry babe, pinjam comments box... *waves to rouge* Hellooooo! :)
Wow wow...peanut is now kidney bean..hehe. Good to see tat lil babe is progressing well ;) Alamak so ur lil one won't be making its grand entrance on ur bday la? :p
Posted by: heriati at April 24, 2005 07:32 PM
heh! i mentioned it to the doc, and he said i could always induce it earlier... ;p
Posted by: MILF wannabe at April 24, 2005 08:15 PM
*waves back furiously at heriati*
INDUCE INDUCE!! hehe
Posted by: rouge at April 24, 2005 10:20 PM
kidney bean! hmm *thinks of fish & chips with baked beans now*
Posted by: herda at April 24, 2005 10:26 PM
i'm tearing just looking at the picture of the broad bean.. =) can't wait for it to grow bigger!
Posted by: nur at April 25, 2005 08:41 AM
it'll be a bean sprout soon heheee.
Posted by: MILF wannabe at April 25, 2005 09:40 AM
babe, i jus realised ur scans hv all been pelvic scans right? mine so far are the...*ahem* intrusive ones. Soooooo uncomfortable! :(
Posted by: heriati at April 26, 2005 09:01 PM
INTRUSIVE??? ack!
i think that's why the receptionist told me to keep my bladder full before going in for scanning. how come yours are intrusive? describe a bit leh...
Posted by: MILF wannabe at April 28, 2005 10:27 AM
babe, i dun tink i need to describe already rite? ;D
and it's nothing like the real thing... heh. :x
Posted by: heriati at April 28, 2005 06:59 PM
so we headed down to the famous dr a/z/i/z clinic on a saturday morning, unprepared for the incredibly long wait we had to endure. and what a LOOOONG wait it was indeed! three hours, in fact. the clinic teemed with makciks in the waiting room AND the reception desk. it was geylang central. we certainly looked like young punks in the midst of it all.
instead of languishing in the waiting room with all the makciks, their husbands and their many children, we escaped to a nearby coffeeshop and languished there instead in the sticky heat and oily smell. we were to wait for the receptionist to call when it's nearing our turn, but the call never came even after two hours. my pants were damp with sweat and my bladder was bursting to pee, but i'd been told not to pee, so that the scan would be clearer.
never mind the makciks and the noisy children, we went back to the comfort of air-conditioning in the clinic. i probably read through the entire collection of Young Parents magazines available and finished a bag of chips coz the dastardly hunger pang made another attack.
our turn finally came, and in less than ten minutes, we came out armed with this:
the peanut has grown to a broad bean. or kidney bean, whichever way you see it.
the doc's initial calculation, according to my LMP (last menstrual period) and using this round calendar thingy, i was supposed to be three months preggers. but of course, i wasn't! because my period was all wonky.
he muttered a bismillah before scanning, and explained to us what we were looking at on the screen. underneath a big black bag that was my bladder full of urine, a shadow slowly appeared. he pointed out my cervix, my womb, and ta-da! found the peanut-that-is-now-a-bean. with his nifty computer, he measured the bean, looked at the chart on the wall of various-sized beans, and concluded that it was 24mm big (the width of his thumb, he says), 6 weeks 2 days old, and its estimated date of delivery is 14 dec 05. insya allah! he gave me more folic acid (ack!), pills for the incessant wind in my tummy, vitamins, a hearty congratulation, and we'll see him again in four weeks time.
overall, we were satisfied with the doc, despite the long waiting time. he made us feel very relaxed and was very informative. a doc who jokes!
no wonder he's such a hit with the makciks, i tell ya.
Posted by nurhana at April 24, 2005 05:43 PM
Comments
i like the fact that he started with bismillah. you've just won me over with doc aziz.
Posted by: rouge at April 24, 2005 05:53 PM
awww... yeah, i think that definitely won over a lot of makciks too! :D
Posted by: MILF wannabe at April 24, 2005 05:54 PM
Sorry babe, pinjam comments box... *waves to rouge* Hellooooo! :)
Wow wow...peanut is now kidney bean..hehe. Good to see tat lil babe is progressing well ;) Alamak so ur lil one won't be making its grand entrance on ur bday la? :p
Posted by: heriati at April 24, 2005 07:32 PM
heh! i mentioned it to the doc, and he said i could always induce it earlier... ;p
Posted by: MILF wannabe at April 24, 2005 08:15 PM
*waves back furiously at heriati*
INDUCE INDUCE!! hehe
Posted by: rouge at April 24, 2005 10:20 PM
kidney bean! hmm *thinks of fish & chips with baked beans now*
Posted by: herda at April 24, 2005 10:26 PM
i'm tearing just looking at the picture of the broad bean.. =) can't wait for it to grow bigger!
Posted by: nur at April 25, 2005 08:41 AM
it'll be a bean sprout soon heheee.
Posted by: MILF wannabe at April 25, 2005 09:40 AM
babe, i jus realised ur scans hv all been pelvic scans right? mine so far are the...*ahem* intrusive ones. Soooooo uncomfortable! :(
Posted by: heriati at April 26, 2005 09:01 PM
INTRUSIVE??? ack!
i think that's why the receptionist told me to keep my bladder full before going in for scanning. how come yours are intrusive? describe a bit leh...
Posted by: MILF wannabe at April 28, 2005 10:27 AM
babe, i dun tink i need to describe already rite? ;D
and it's nothing like the real thing... heh. :x
Posted by: heriati at April 28, 2005 06:59 PM
Sunday, April 17, 2005
hungry hippo
oh! i forgot - hunger pangs.
i get them. but i have grown adept at ignoring hunger pangs in the past, so ignoring these are not so much a problem. except that nagging subconscious voice inside (probably the peanut's spirit) that says i have to feed the peanut, or it will end up a very small peanut.
i try my best to eat square meals, but i am by nature not a food hunter / gatherer. (which was why i needed a mother who cooks, and later on, a husband who cooks.)
i've been feeling short of breath, mostly while eating dinner (black pepper steak!). i'm not sure if it's normal this early on - there's hardly a solid bump showing on the tummy, well, other than the usual flabby fatty one that's always been there.
i have to force myself to draw deep breaths, and despite efforts, am unable to finish off the food. i mean, there were still a handful of fries left! that never happens!
the same happened yesterday while i was out with the (still clueless) girls. we'd walked a short stretch of orchard road, and i was almost out of breath when we reached the holy grail of haagen dazs. and i couldn't finish off my lovely seafood pasta dinner later, because i was short of breath and too-easily full. i believe the exact malay word to describe it would be mengah.
of course, a little while later, i was hungry again. damn.
i get them. but i have grown adept at ignoring hunger pangs in the past, so ignoring these are not so much a problem. except that nagging subconscious voice inside (probably the peanut's spirit) that says i have to feed the peanut, or it will end up a very small peanut.
i try my best to eat square meals, but i am by nature not a food hunter / gatherer. (which was why i needed a mother who cooks, and later on, a husband who cooks.)
i've been feeling short of breath, mostly while eating dinner (black pepper steak!). i'm not sure if it's normal this early on - there's hardly a solid bump showing on the tummy, well, other than the usual flabby fatty one that's always been there.
i have to force myself to draw deep breaths, and despite efforts, am unable to finish off the food. i mean, there were still a handful of fries left! that never happens!
the same happened yesterday while i was out with the (still clueless) girls. we'd walked a short stretch of orchard road, and i was almost out of breath when we reached the holy grail of haagen dazs. and i couldn't finish off my lovely seafood pasta dinner later, because i was short of breath and too-easily full. i believe the exact malay word to describe it would be mengah.
of course, a little while later, i was hungry again. damn.
Thursday, April 14, 2005
not so clearblue
a colleague up and asked me if i am expecting good news. upon asking why she had made such a conjecture, she said that i was looking a little "haggard" (gasp! or maybe i heard wrong) and "drawn out" than usual. well, i could not possibly refute her keen sense of observation, for i did in fact feel that i looked like crap of late. pale-faced and sleepy-eyed. on hindsight, it was no wonder that i slept through 12 straight hours on a saturday two weekends ago and still felt like i could sleep some more. something's already gone awry, biological-wise.
other than that, there is a disturbing absence of morning sickness and faint spells. i feel like i've been cheated. all those tv shows and movies where actresses uniformly flutter their hand over their mouths before spewing down a toilet bowl as a universal sign of pregnancy, now what's that about? if anything, it made me doubt even MORE of my own situation.
so i went and made izad get me a non-Mustafa Centre issue, pharmacy store-bought 'clearblue' HPT. and promptly peed on it.
i'd waited and waited and waited for the complete plus sign to appear, the bimbo that i am, coz the picture on the box clearly printed the plus sign as indication that one is pregnant. but the vertical line had already appeared dark blue, and i need not have waited for the horizontal line (which remains mysteriously faint), because that would mean it's negative (you know, minus = negative? duh).
so there.
other than that, my boobs have been hurting like hell lately. it feels like they've run a marathon and didn't do those stretching exercises you're supposed to do before running marathons. however, i insist they haven't been growing any bigger. they're just... reconfigurating, i suppose.
i lifted my shirt to izad for expert opinion, in any case. he exclaimed in shock, saying the nippies have grown to extraordinary proportions. then i prohibited him from touching them (haha). coz they hurt like hell, of course.
i took a hard look just to make sure. i think they used to be crinkly raisins. they're somewhat... less dehydrated raisins now.
Posted by nurhana at April 14, 2005 09:59 PM
other than that, there is a disturbing absence of morning sickness and faint spells. i feel like i've been cheated. all those tv shows and movies where actresses uniformly flutter their hand over their mouths before spewing down a toilet bowl as a universal sign of pregnancy, now what's that about? if anything, it made me doubt even MORE of my own situation.
so i went and made izad get me a non-Mustafa Centre issue, pharmacy store-bought 'clearblue' HPT. and promptly peed on it.
i'd waited and waited and waited for the complete plus sign to appear, the bimbo that i am, coz the picture on the box clearly printed the plus sign as indication that one is pregnant. but the vertical line had already appeared dark blue, and i need not have waited for the horizontal line (which remains mysteriously faint), because that would mean it's negative (you know, minus = negative? duh).
so there.
other than that, my boobs have been hurting like hell lately. it feels like they've run a marathon and didn't do those stretching exercises you're supposed to do before running marathons. however, i insist they haven't been growing any bigger. they're just... reconfigurating, i suppose.
i lifted my shirt to izad for expert opinion, in any case. he exclaimed in shock, saying the nippies have grown to extraordinary proportions. then i prohibited him from touching them (haha). coz they hurt like hell, of course.
i took a hard look just to make sure. i think they used to be crinkly raisins. they're somewhat... less dehydrated raisins now.
Posted by nurhana at April 14, 2005 09:59 PM
Saturday, April 9, 2005
peanut
the first person to ask about the outcome of our inaugural visit to The Doctor was none other than rin.
and as much as i wanted to wait for the very right moment to release the piece of news, i could not help but blurt it out.
yes, it is NOT easy to retain such information to oneself.
so she wanted to know EVERYTHING (as usual), and unable to describe how the blob on the screen looked like, she came up with a pretty apt description - it looks like a "peanut".
so the name stuck - although, i invariably use "clot of blood" as well.
the next people to find out were my parents. we'd gone over so that i could play pretend babysitter to little adam, and incidentally, my brother dropped by. i'd asked him who kak itha's gynae was in the morning, and when he saw me, he asked whether i'd seen her. and that was how the news was broken.
mum's first reaction was one of incredulity, "kau nak?". now while this may seem a strange question to pose to her fairly mature and married daughter, i suppose she meant it not in the "so are you gonna have an abortion/give it up for adoption?" way, but rather in a "since when are you trying? you mean it's not an accident and you actually WANT to take care of a squealing, screaming infant?"
my dad on the other hand hardly registered the news in his consciousness. he merely asked my mother to repeat what was happening, and barely paused before he continued a discourse with izad about his computer, as if i'd only told them it was raining outside.
i've always been the baby of the family, after all. this was all way too unbelievable for me, what more for them.
so we decided to not shock anymore people with such information till further notice. not even his dad, who would probably shock the entire kampung.
the following day, i had lunch with a former colleague, a new mother, and before i knew it, i had to tell her the news, all in the name of "research". when did she first find out, how did she find out, who did she go to, how far along was she, what symptoms did she experience, etc etc.
and later, i had to tell my supervisor and another colleague, but more for garnering sympathy votes should i begin to appear lacklustre in my work (a perfect excuse, if any).
it got me wondering, when is it appropriate to tell people you're pregnant? a lot of people say to wait till you're in your third month, just to make sure that the lil fella inside survives that fitful first trimester. but it's just not easy to not yak about it all over town, i tell ya.
the only thing keeping me from doing so is this fear and doubt that the doctor is wrong and something else is happening. i'm not sure at all if this is healthy thinking. i've always been one for negative thoughts, a defence mechanism i'd picked up through years of growing up an insecure teen.
so to whomever i have shared my confidences with before the obligatory 12 weeks are up, thank you for keeping it to yourself. and to some, thank you for assuring me that the peanut is real and will keep growing to a full-fledged jackfruit with limbs. (such imaginative friends i have.)
and as much as i wanted to wait for the very right moment to release the piece of news, i could not help but blurt it out.
yes, it is NOT easy to retain such information to oneself.
so she wanted to know EVERYTHING (as usual), and unable to describe how the blob on the screen looked like, she came up with a pretty apt description - it looks like a "peanut".
so the name stuck - although, i invariably use "clot of blood" as well.
the next people to find out were my parents. we'd gone over so that i could play pretend babysitter to little adam, and incidentally, my brother dropped by. i'd asked him who kak itha's gynae was in the morning, and when he saw me, he asked whether i'd seen her. and that was how the news was broken.
mum's first reaction was one of incredulity, "kau nak?". now while this may seem a strange question to pose to her fairly mature and married daughter, i suppose she meant it not in the "so are you gonna have an abortion/give it up for adoption?" way, but rather in a "since when are you trying? you mean it's not an accident and you actually WANT to take care of a squealing, screaming infant?"
my dad on the other hand hardly registered the news in his consciousness. he merely asked my mother to repeat what was happening, and barely paused before he continued a discourse with izad about his computer, as if i'd only told them it was raining outside.
i've always been the baby of the family, after all. this was all way too unbelievable for me, what more for them.
so we decided to not shock anymore people with such information till further notice. not even his dad, who would probably shock the entire kampung.
the following day, i had lunch with a former colleague, a new mother, and before i knew it, i had to tell her the news, all in the name of "research". when did she first find out, how did she find out, who did she go to, how far along was she, what symptoms did she experience, etc etc.
and later, i had to tell my supervisor and another colleague, but more for garnering sympathy votes should i begin to appear lacklustre in my work (a perfect excuse, if any).
it got me wondering, when is it appropriate to tell people you're pregnant? a lot of people say to wait till you're in your third month, just to make sure that the lil fella inside survives that fitful first trimester. but it's just not easy to not yak about it all over town, i tell ya.
the only thing keeping me from doing so is this fear and doubt that the doctor is wrong and something else is happening. i'm not sure at all if this is healthy thinking. i've always been one for negative thoughts, a defence mechanism i'd picked up through years of growing up an insecure teen.
so to whomever i have shared my confidences with before the obligatory 12 weeks are up, thank you for keeping it to yourself. and to some, thank you for assuring me that the peanut is real and will keep growing to a full-fledged jackfruit with limbs. (such imaginative friends i have.)
Thursday, April 7, 2005
a new beginning
so here we are, perhaps at the most important milestone in our lives.
it all started on this day (well, technically, it all started many weeks ago when we did the horizontal tango and one lil soldier hit the mark, blah blah, you get the picture).
i had been missing my period for the longest time, the last one being 27 january, to be exact. yes yes, i should have been concerned earlier, but my cycle has always been out of whack, it comes and goes on an average of six weeks.
so i woke up one day and decided, "that's it. maybe my plumbing's all wrong and something's clogged up somewhere!" of course, this decision was fuelled by my having arisen very late for work and badly wanting the day off. (heh.)
after sms-ing a few known mothers to ask where they did their check-ups down-under, we decided to do what we do best - google for answers. we found a list of doctors, and dr a/z/i/z being the most familiar-sounding one, i called to make an appointment, only to find out that he was on vacation and i would have to come the following week. but we wanted to go to one NOW.
a few more clicks and we found our way to dr s/i/d/e/k's website, and boy how impressed we were by it. (yes, we can be quite the 'judge-a-book-by-its-cover' kind.) so a quick call and we made our way to the clinic at eastpoint mall.
now, before that, i'd done a quick pee on a HPT (a steal at $1.95, from Mustafa Centre!), but it showed one dark line and one VERY VERY faint line. i took it that the HPT was manufactured at a sweatshop factory in india and was therefore defective.
so when we arrived at the clinic, we were greeted by an affable malay lady, and we sat in the waiting room, pretending to be interested in the posters on pregnancy and trying to look like a married couple instead of two teenagers in trouble. this despite us being the only patients present.
we were ushered in, and after a few questions like what we do, when were we married, when was my last period, i was made to hop on the scary-looking bed-thingy to do a pelvic scan. i was a little unsure and could not believe i was doing such an ADULT thing (ok yes, *sex* is the most adult thing we've done). the nurse pulled my pants til above the crotch, and squirted a dollop of cold, transparent gel on it. then the doc smeared it with the scanner thingy and pressed REAL hard.
and we saw this on the fuzzy screen.
of course, we saw nothing but meaningless streaks of white against black. but the doc went, "hmm, your uterus lining is very thick." and before i could worry about how a thick uterus lining is bad for my general well-being, he went, "i think you could be pregnant.... i'm quite sure you're pregnant. let's do a urine test to confirm."
and i looked at izad, and he looked at me, all grins, like this is all a big joke haha. so off i went to the toilet with a paper cup. i had anticipated this and drank two mugs of water before leaving the house. clever me.
i always hate peeing in cups. i mean, our pee doesn't exactly come out very straight (more like to the right) and it is very hard to guess where it would shoot out from. then we have to control our pee in case it spills out of the cup and we have to control our legs in such a dog-like position.
anyways, i finally got the pee done after a bit of unskilled manouevering. the doc had been making small talk with izad, told him he was confident we're pregnant, and he even calculated the delivery to be in december. all that while i was peeing.
a few seconds later the HCG result appeared, and we all peered over it, watching as the vertical line crept up V E R Y S L O W L Y. it was pretty faint, but the doc once again asserted his "confidence" that we have a lift-off, and it is in a very early stage. 5 weeks, he wrote in the card with the scan print-out.
apparently, HCG tests like this are only used by doctors in clinics and hospitals, and can't be found over the counter. it is very very sensitive, you know.
so we left, a little dazed at the news - me in denial ("but! but! i don't FEEL any different! shouldn't i at least feel like puking just a teeny bit??") and izad in pride ("see? i told you my soldiers are strong!").
you see, we've only started so-called 'trying' in the beginning of the year, and thought it'd be a loooong wait, because we weren't exactly 'trying' very hard. "russian roulette", more like.
we'd learnt from our good mates saiful & zur that they stopped family planning in december and got pregnant with one try, and that sub-consciously made us wanna try too. because during our wedding, while everyone else went "hey izad and hana, hope we'll see little izad and hanas soon!" or "can't wait for for you to have many many babies soon!", saiful & zur (who tied the knot two months before us) left a message on our wedding video to let's go on family planning for two years. and i guess our two years are up.
of course, this is not to say that we merely went and have a baby "just because everyone is". i guess we're at the age where we're neither too fertile nor too unfertile, and decided it best not to let nature wipe out all our chances while we can help it.
so, there. i guess my pipes are indeed working - and so are his soldiers.
Posted by nurhana at April 7, 2005 08:01 PM
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wah, such lengthy write-up!! the unbelievable truth has finally sunk in. I'm gonna be a dad aka papa aka ayah aka pops aka bapak aka father aka...
Posted by: futuredad at April 18, 2005 01:06 PM
and i will be mom aka mama aka mummy aka mother aka mak aka ibu aka.... :p
Posted by: MILF wannabe at April 18, 2005 01:25 PM
and can i be godmama, godmum, godmak... or...err.. call me.. Hey Momma~~ hahahahahaha
Posted by: jetaime at April 18, 2005 01:27 PM
yuyu, you will have to compete with rin for that title! must fulfil a list of criteria hokayy. heeee...
Posted by: MILF wannabe at April 18, 2005 01:43 PM
it all started on this day (well, technically, it all started many weeks ago when we did the horizontal tango and one lil soldier hit the mark, blah blah, you get the picture).
i had been missing my period for the longest time, the last one being 27 january, to be exact. yes yes, i should have been concerned earlier, but my cycle has always been out of whack, it comes and goes on an average of six weeks.
so i woke up one day and decided, "that's it. maybe my plumbing's all wrong and something's clogged up somewhere!" of course, this decision was fuelled by my having arisen very late for work and badly wanting the day off. (heh.)
after sms-ing a few known mothers to ask where they did their check-ups down-under, we decided to do what we do best - google for answers. we found a list of doctors, and dr a/z/i/z being the most familiar-sounding one, i called to make an appointment, only to find out that he was on vacation and i would have to come the following week. but we wanted to go to one NOW.
a few more clicks and we found our way to dr s/i/d/e/k's website, and boy how impressed we were by it. (yes, we can be quite the 'judge-a-book-by-its-cover' kind.) so a quick call and we made our way to the clinic at eastpoint mall.
now, before that, i'd done a quick pee on a HPT (a steal at $1.95, from Mustafa Centre!), but it showed one dark line and one VERY VERY faint line. i took it that the HPT was manufactured at a sweatshop factory in india and was therefore defective.
so when we arrived at the clinic, we were greeted by an affable malay lady, and we sat in the waiting room, pretending to be interested in the posters on pregnancy and trying to look like a married couple instead of two teenagers in trouble. this despite us being the only patients present.
we were ushered in, and after a few questions like what we do, when were we married, when was my last period, i was made to hop on the scary-looking bed-thingy to do a pelvic scan. i was a little unsure and could not believe i was doing such an ADULT thing (ok yes, *sex* is the most adult thing we've done). the nurse pulled my pants til above the crotch, and squirted a dollop of cold, transparent gel on it. then the doc smeared it with the scanner thingy and pressed REAL hard.
and we saw this on the fuzzy screen.
of course, we saw nothing but meaningless streaks of white against black. but the doc went, "hmm, your uterus lining is very thick." and before i could worry about how a thick uterus lining is bad for my general well-being, he went, "i think you could be pregnant.... i'm quite sure you're pregnant. let's do a urine test to confirm."
and i looked at izad, and he looked at me, all grins, like this is all a big joke haha. so off i went to the toilet with a paper cup. i had anticipated this and drank two mugs of water before leaving the house. clever me.
i always hate peeing in cups. i mean, our pee doesn't exactly come out very straight (more like to the right) and it is very hard to guess where it would shoot out from. then we have to control our pee in case it spills out of the cup and we have to control our legs in such a dog-like position.
anyways, i finally got the pee done after a bit of unskilled manouevering. the doc had been making small talk with izad, told him he was confident we're pregnant, and he even calculated the delivery to be in december. all that while i was peeing.
a few seconds later the HCG result appeared, and we all peered over it, watching as the vertical line crept up V E R Y S L O W L Y. it was pretty faint, but the doc once again asserted his "confidence" that we have a lift-off, and it is in a very early stage. 5 weeks, he wrote in the card with the scan print-out.
apparently, HCG tests like this are only used by doctors in clinics and hospitals, and can't be found over the counter. it is very very sensitive, you know.
so we left, a little dazed at the news - me in denial ("but! but! i don't FEEL any different! shouldn't i at least feel like puking just a teeny bit??") and izad in pride ("see? i told you my soldiers are strong!").
you see, we've only started so-called 'trying' in the beginning of the year, and thought it'd be a loooong wait, because we weren't exactly 'trying' very hard. "russian roulette", more like.
we'd learnt from our good mates saiful & zur that they stopped family planning in december and got pregnant with one try, and that sub-consciously made us wanna try too. because during our wedding, while everyone else went "hey izad and hana, hope we'll see little izad and hanas soon!" or "can't wait for for you to have many many babies soon!", saiful & zur (who tied the knot two months before us) left a message on our wedding video to let's go on family planning for two years. and i guess our two years are up.
of course, this is not to say that we merely went and have a baby "just because everyone is". i guess we're at the age where we're neither too fertile nor too unfertile, and decided it best not to let nature wipe out all our chances while we can help it.
so, there. i guess my pipes are indeed working - and so are his soldiers.
Posted by nurhana at April 7, 2005 08:01 PM
Comments
wah, such lengthy write-up!! the unbelievable truth has finally sunk in. I'm gonna be a dad aka papa aka ayah aka pops aka bapak aka father aka...
Posted by: futuredad at April 18, 2005 01:06 PM
and i will be mom aka mama aka mummy aka mother aka mak aka ibu aka.... :p
Posted by: MILF wannabe at April 18, 2005 01:25 PM
and can i be godmama, godmum, godmak... or...err.. call me.. Hey Momma~~ hahahahahaha
Posted by: jetaime at April 18, 2005 01:27 PM
yuyu, you will have to compete with rin for that title! must fulfil a list of criteria hokayy. heeee...
Posted by: MILF wannabe at April 18, 2005 01:43 PM
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