Feeling like crap. Morning sickness hit me at the worst. Can’t seemed to shake off puking every night.
Still not eating well coz no appetite.
Baby don’t like fruits after dinner. Sure to puke while showering.
Water taste bad. Drinking water makes me puke too.
Argh!
KL got me this for Xmas. Nokia 6500 Classic. Chic! Because I’m so stingy, I only get myself a fone when my fone dies on me. KL knows I like this and since my fone refuse to go peacefully, we had to retire him early.
I feel so bad because I got him nothing and have been feeling down with morning sickness. He have been great help at home and taking care of me. I feel really bad.
Went to the Obgyn today. He is quite a funny guy. He told KL that from now onwards, everything is his fault. Heh!
He is patient and answered to all my frivolous concerns and worries. I worry the slightest thing. Even the fact I haven’t felt tired yet, like most pregnant ones. He said I will be tired for the next 25 years. Apparently his eldest is 24.
I will have to go for my ultrasound and blood test on my 12 weeks.
KL says his seems like a very “soft” doctor. He is indeed like my gyne back home. I’m happy with this doctor.
So far, God have been kind and I have a smooth pregnancy. Still, too early to claim victory. Only can continue to pray and hope that it goes on like this the whole journey.
The only good thing about being pregnant (so far), is …
I don’t have to suck in my tummy anymore. However, due to many years of training, its hard to kick the habit.
Bad thing is, my pants are getting tighter. Worse thing is…
Most of my bottoms are fitting. (denial/vain)
The terms of endearment I can’t stand most are ‘hubby’ & ‘wifey’. Lately I have been burdened by the word, ‘preggers’. *bleh*
All these words makes me want to punch someone. Seriously!
KL and I have been killing each other with more murder cringing words. Here are some fine examples:
- Father of my child
- Mother of my child
- Little KL
*vomit*
Today, we came up with some pretty nauseating words:
- fruit of our love
- love child
*puke*
Have I mentioned that my office is currently very “Productive”? I don’t mean as in efficiency. I mean as in Pregnancy.
There are a lot of women pregnant in my office lately. The number is shocking. The last I counted, there was a total of 6 girls pregnant in the half of 4th Floor.
I went to a Birthday party of a colleague on Saturday and another colleague announced that she is 12 weeks pregnant. Because she is an Admin Assistant and damn free, she said that she counted and there is a total of 9 pregnancy this year in the office. She is Number 9.
I reckon I am Number 10 since the year is coming to an end and I haven’t heard anything otherwise.
I’ve been telling my boss that I believe its the water. I am contemplating on putting up a sign at the water cooler - “Drink at your own risk”.
Dad called me today and ask me to do BS a favour - Dad wanted me to bottle my office water and courier it back for BS or NL.
Hehee… I might consider.
BS, you want or not?
Apparently more and more people knows/suspects I’m pregnant.
I didn’t tell anyone or puke in public. I just came back from my floor Xmas party. I wasn’t drinking a drop of alcohol. And that causes suspicion. DAMN!
2 weeks ago, there was a mini function at the office with free booze. I didn’t drink.
People then was already suspecting but I merely said I was driving later.
KL says I have a reputation for drinking and if I didn’t, people suspect something is wrong. But in my defense, when anyone ask why am I not drinking, I always say I am driving. Most people know my stand on drinking and driving so they usually stop further questioning.
I’m no alcoholic. Really! I never got pissed drunk in an office function. However, I had to admit that there was once I had a bottle of cold refreshing beer at my desk after 5pm on a Friday afternoon. That was because I was with everyone at the office drinking until I remember I had to send out an important email before heading home. I didn’t want to waste good beer so I brought it along with me back to my desk. It’s not my fault if people saw me with my beer. It was already after office hours, technically.
There, I simply refuse to admit I have a reputation.
We went to KL’s office function today and met up with his office mates. Some new and some I met previously before.
I was chatting with his boss’s wife and she was upfront and said I looked different. Well, I haven’t seen her for over a year so obviously I look different. She then grabbed my arm and told me I had put on some weight. Oh gosh! I was quite embarrassed. Gosh. Of course I put on weight since she last met me. Next thing she did was looked at me and asked if I was pregnant.
Well, I have this policy. I only tell family and people that matters and if anyone asked, I won’t deny. So I blushed, laughed and nodded. She half screaming in excited and stretched out her hands to rub my non-existence baby belly. Seriously, I swear she was rubbing my McNuggets and Fries meal I ate earlier.
First time I got molested in public. Molested my fats.
She was really excited and begin telling me that she have been trying for a while, seen doctors and really want a child. I soon understood why she was rubbing my belly - just like the Buddha with the big belly, she was hoping she would get some luck off me.
She asked how far along am I and that I should keep it a secret till at least 3 mths. And she dashed off to informed her husband (KL’s boss). He was pretty excited and gave KL a high-five. He understood all the pangtang about telling until the baby is stable at the 3rd month. I indicated to KL that his boss knows and he seemed pretty pleased.
Anyway, the whole night, KL’s boss’s wife kept rubbing my tummy and telling me to watch my diet and stuff. I bet you that everyone else at the party who have half a brain would realise what’s happening. Especially when they see someone else’s hand attached to my tummy.
I think all is exciting until I get nauseous again.
This is the series of events (excluding the conception part):
Monday (26Nov)
Expecting period today. Always on time except when I am stressed.
Tuesday
Period not here yet. Maybe tomorrow.
Wednesday
Period is now late. Maybe I was stressed last week at work.
Thursday
Period still late. Something is wrong. Wanted to get pee stick but KL refused because he reckons I was working late last week and had lots of pressure at work.
Friday
On the way to work, thought about the signs:
- breast have been rather sensitive and tender lately. But could be sign of period coming.
- breast looked loop-sided 2 weeks before.
- butt look rather rump-y lately. Maybe it’s part of PMS.
By the time I got to work, I texted GL. I told her of my suspicion. She insisted that I do a pee test because it will only reveal the truth. Next thing she said was - “Please read the instructions properly!”
I went out of the office at 10am and bought a pee stick at the chemist. Got back to the office, in the cubicle stall, I was shaking with fear/anticipation/excitement/confusion/etc. One hand holding the pee stick. The other hand reading instructions. Peed on the stick and watch it change.
First word I said - “Fuck!”
Second word, “Shit”
Still shaking, I sat at the toilet bowl for a while. I threw away the box, instructions and stick and tried to calmly walked out. I arrived at my desk like a zombie. I mingled with the crowd for our usual Friday morning tea. I didn’t catch the jokes they were talking, didn’t understood what was around me. I tried calling GL but she didn’t pick up the fone. I left her a msg. Tried to get back to work but was in a daze.
GL texted me later and was really excited when I called her. She was laughing and nearly screaming. She first suggested that I don’t tell KL and then get another stick and pretended to be surprised with KL. Then she thought about it again and said she didn’t want to get in trouble with KL. Hahaa…
I called KL and told him about everything. I asked him how he feels. I was quite surprised that he said he is actually happy and excited. I can’t believe it because he didn’t want kids initially because he believed that we were not prepared for it initially. I am confused.
During lunch, I told Co. She got excited and wanted me to redo my pee stick test again. Reason is not because she don’t believe me but she is so excited, she is curious too. We bought a box with 2 sticks and left it at her bag and went back to the office.
At 3pm, I needed to pee badly so I called her. We met a neutral floor toilet. She needed to pee too. We were side-by-side in the toilet cubicle. She opened the box, read the instructions and passed me the clean stick under the stall. Step by step, she read what to do. I peed on the stick and then saw the same reading as the first stick. I left the stick between the stall for Co to read. She actually touched the stick to place it nearer so that she can read better. She screamed with delight and started laughing hysterically. She reminded me to take a picture of the pee stick. I whipped out my camera and followed her advice. We then came out of the stall and noticed that one of the stall is still occupied. We could have scared some poor constipated lady looking for some peace and quiet in the toilet.
I went home that night and did the pee test with KL again. He was excited and started snapping away with his new camera. I called dad to tell him. Gave him all the details. He sounded calm. I’m not surprised. He’s always cool that way.
KL and I still googled everything to understand the changes that is going to take place in my body. Food was our main concern.
All in all, I took a total of 3 pee test. I’m still not 100% sure, just like the box says. I don’t know how to feel, don’t know what to feel. I am probably still in shocked.
Everything else is still a blur.