pregnancy updates (week31-32)

at my last check-up, i found out that i potentially have a gestational diabetes situation. i did the pee-on-the-stick thingy as usual, and instead of not changing color as per my previous check-ups, it turned a ferocious red. i thought i did something wrong. then i thought, am i bleeding? but no, i wasn’t. so i hurried to the nurse’s station & showed it to her. she tut-tut-ed me saying “haiya, your sugar lah!!” so, this friday, im on mc (again) as i have to go get a glucose challenge test done. that will take ½ day so the husband & i have decided we will check into a hotel after that to make use of our complimentary gift certificate.

other than that, we found that the baby is penyet-ing his face against the womb yet again. this is the 3rd check-up where hes doing this. the doctor says, when hes born, we’ll find that he likes to snuggle. in fact, get this, the doctor said that he was using the placenta as a bolster. can you believe it?? as a bolster?? oh ya… and apparently hes got curly hair. muahahaha… so farnee. “maybe follow the dad” says the doctor. i cannot believe it lah!!! it seems semua pun follow the dad. is nothing of the mom’s worth inheriting? of course we couldn’t see the curls but the doctor could, & she was even using the cursor to point at the curls “see, look at the curls here.”

i am now 59.2kg with the baby at 1.7kg. my back aches are horrendous. i cannot wait for the time when i can go for a full body massage. maybe go to a chiropractor and ask for a back re-alignment. the boobs are a-hurting something fierce. i gots indigestion & heartburn & am so horribly unattractive as i burp myself away in the office. my poor colleagues. the husband offers his support by saying “wow. that was a good one huh?” hehehe… i find myself craving for mcdonald’s oreo mcflurry ice creams every now & again. i cant take the sundaes cos they’re too sweet for my taste. im in my office now & i only just sent a text to my office boy asking him to buy me one. i hope he got my message. if not, i’ll have to drive out & buy one on the way back.

we got a name for blub… however i don’t trust the husband to stick to it. the fickle-minded guy. harummpfff!! anyhoo, i wont be making any announcements till after the little guy comes. just in case i change my mind during the delivery. who knows i might wanna name him after the doctor ke. but then my doctor’s a lady. hmm…

last night i did some more laundry for the baby’s clothes. so cute to see the clothes hanging hehehe. reminds me of the times when i used to live with my sister & do her kids laundry for her. but it can be annoying too. cos small sizes are kinda difficult to hang on adult-sized hangers. sometimes i find myself fighting with the hangers. literally. then the husband has to come in & calm me down hahaha. ada kah… gaduh with hanger?? tsk tsk... blame it on the hormones.

i got a zit on my face. so disappointing. i was hoping for clear skin. instead, i get a zit. ok lah one zit. hehehe… but that’s enough to mar the beauty. hehehe…

ok end of entry cos this momma is feeling tiredness.

baby nursery (or more like "babys corner in parents' room")
i am happy to announce that we have received and assembled the baby cot yippeeyaaiyeiiyahuu. although its a bit chipped but im too lazy to ask for a refund or to make a complaint about it. just a little chip. so i'm gonna do a bit of DIY and use my clear nail polish to varnish it a bit hehe.

7month check-up (29weeks)
we went for a check-up last weekend and i am also happy to announce that Blub is now 1.4kg (the check-up before this he was only 780g). however, i am unhappy to announce that i am now 57.9kg (i gained 4.4kg). gilers ke apa. i feel so fat. although i'm not. my tummy is so out there. my dresses are now hiking up. macam mini skirt plaks. the doctor did warn me that mothers tend to gain the most weight in their 3rd trimester. errkk!! i'm sorry but i'm vain ok. & it appears that i am also fickle. i worry that i'm not gaining enough weight but when the scales actually confirm that i have, i worry too. ok enough about vanity issues.

Blub has eyelashes --muahahahaha... so geli my hati when the doctor said "ahh, & here are his lashes." i so did not expect it. i mean it never crossed my mind lah right to see eyelashes. usually its like "ah ok here are the legs, all 3 of them" or "see heres the beating heart". quite funny also my gynea. with regards to the lashes she also added "ahh, must follow the dad." & i was like "ehhh??? whats wrong with my lashes??" i mean hey, even if Blub inherits mine, he can always get lash extensions just like i did for my wedding. mwhehehehe. then we can bond.

preparing for baby
we're supposed to start attending ante-natal classes now. however the timing clashes with the husband's work-hours. so how ah? hmm...

this weekend we are going shopping for a stroller & rocking chair (& some bedsheets too... maybe some more bottles).

my friend says shes gonna get me one of those baby slings. yippee.

i've been reading some on cloth diapers (as opposed to disposable diapers or the traditional napkins). wonder if they're easier and more worth it to buy. or i could just stick with disposable diapers.

weight gain
i think i'm gonna be big. its cos im constantly hungry now. how dis?? i should stock-up on fruits & vegetables instead of cheezels hor? & i should opt for chicken hor fun soup instead of mee curry. heres a chronology of my weight gain:

prepregnancy - 45 kg
2nd month - 46 kg
3rd month - 48 kg
4th month - 48.5 kg
5th month - 50.4 kg
6th month - 53.5 kg
7th month - 57.9 kg
8th month - est. 62 kg (actual 59.9 kg @ 6weeks to edd)
9th month - est. 66 kg (actual 61.9 kg @ 4weeks to edd)
at delivery - 63.5 kg

ohmygoodnessie... by the end of this pregnancy, i might have gained approximately 20kg from my pre-Blub weight. i cant even take the current weight --my backaches are a real killer. another 2.5months to go. how lah dis? by the way i just ordered a 1kg blueberry cheesecake with oreo base just for me & the husband. methinks me is gonna be beeeeg!! the boobs are.

ok im depressed now.

rain on my parade

don’t you just hate it when you’re celebrating and somehow a wet blanket makes an appearance? i hate wet blankets. i wish a good sun and great gush of wind would come and sort it out.

or else a super-duper big hair-dryer.

begone.

of men & fecal matters

last night as we got in bed, we started talking about blub. contrary to popular belief, we don’t talk about the baby much hehe. in fact, we STILL haven’t decided on a name for blub. I mean, a proper one lah. the baby cant go around introducing himself as BLUB for the rest of his life izenit. its kinda annoying now –the husband’s fickle-mindedness. cos it’s the last trimester and who knows kan, blub might choose to make an early appearance. ok so back to our bedtime conversation. the husband was looking a bit disturbed so here’s an excerpt of our conversation (with a little ad-lib):

me: whats wrong big daddy?
he: im just thinking about the shit. (the husband has a problem with shit, including his own).
me: eh?
he: it took me a while to deal with my own shit.
me: don’t worry. other men have gone through the same thing. they say they got around the disgust when it came to their own kids.
he: i can do EVERYTHING else but can you deal with the shit?
me: but what if i’m sick? you not kesian me kah??
he: i will call my mom.
me: harummphhfff.