16th Week - Fat Days
Parents have gone home. They gave me so much stress when they were here. Wonder how am I going to handle when they come in August. Started puking badly on Monday when I had a big fight with the folks. *sigh… Sometimes I wish Dad would put his ego aside and see the bigger picture.
Had a few advice from friends and even my boss and I decided to let go. Boss said that once I begin treating them like adults, they will start treating me like one too. I hope so. But at the end of the day, they always think they are right and I don’t know better. Seriously, I’m carrying a child now. I’m freaking in my 30s, married and living abroad.
Most people knows of my pregnancy now. Had meals with a big group of friends and they started giving the baby names. People speculating the sex. Brands said that he can tell the sex and begin asking if we did it doggy-style. We stopped him there. Jo said he wants to get Gucci booties. Yeah right!
Strangers, friends and even colleagues started molesting me. Okay, my tummy. I still look fat than pregnant. Co calls me Fatty.
KL calls me Giraffe. Because of the way I bend to pick up things. Bending forward has increasingly becoming a difficult chore.
I am puking lesser each day. Well, at least not puking everyday like I was in the 1st trimester. Get really discouraging when I count those puke-less days and then puke, I have to start counting all over again. I hope I get better. Most people this time had already stop all nausea.