HazyDaze

We borrowed “40,000+ Baby Names” book from the library. But, we still couldn’t find the ideal name. It’s really difficult to find a name with a ‘clean-slate’. Hard to find one that we do not know of anyone by that name. No bombastic names, no weird spelling, no boring names. Yes, we are very fussy.

However, coincidentally, KL dreamt of a boy’s name on the 2nd week of my pregnancy. The name has been dwelling in our head for a while, so it grew on us. Finally, we decided on that name but as of to date, we are still debating on the spelling.

We have also decided not to tell anyone the name. Not so much about worrying someone might steal the name but mainly we do not want anyone’s comment on the name before the baby is born. Especially if it’s a negative comment.

Everyone’s always giving their 2 cents worth on pregnancy, baby, nutrition, parenting, etc. It is fine if it’s just their thoughts on it, but sometimes, I feel like they are trying to enforce it on you.

For example, a good friend was telling me all the pros of cloth nappies. Environmentally friendly, easy on the pockets, no baby rash, etc. I agree, more pros than cons. But, here is the catch - who is going to scoop the poop, wash the nappies, dry it and then fold it? Is this good friend going to do it for me? Do I have a maid? NOPE! So, the idea and concept is good, but it is not feasible. Strangely, this good friend is continuing her efforts to convince me and for some reason, makes me feel like a bad parent if I didn’t do what’s best for the baby.

Another example, an ex-colleague who is pregnant (just gave birth) confided in me recently about how she was indirectly accused of being a bad parent because she bought a cheap cot. Apparently, her colleagues told her that she shouldn’t buy such a cheap cot for her baby and should get the best (aka, expensive) one for the baby. I told her who cares as long as she like it and it meets the Safety Standards here. Sometimes, people open their mouth too early without going thru their head first. I then proceed to tell her about our plan of not telling anyone about the baby’s name. She think its brilliant. In fact, she told everyone she is going to name her daughter, Victoria. Guess what. People advised her not to name her daughter after Posh Spice. *sigh… She love the name and wasn’t naming her baby after some celebrity to say the least.

So far, I’ve learnt to filter advise from everywhere/everyone. We are still keeping the name a secret until August at least.

KL have been reading and singing nursery rhymes to the baby in my tummy lately.

Monday: He read, “The Diary of a Wombat”.

Tuesday: He read, “Koala Lou”.

Wednesday: He sang this KoalaLand inspired nursery rhyme:

Row row row your boat;
Gently down the stream.
If you see a crocodile;
Don’t forget to scream….
AAHHHH!!

Thursday: He read, “Pooh’s Heffalump”.

Friday (Today): He should be reading, “Oh, the places you’ll go.” I don’t know the story yet. It’s my first Dr Seuss book.

That’s all the children’s book we have. I think KL got to read the papers tomorrow.

My tummy exploded overnight. Thats me at 21 weeks (5 months).

My very neat desk, so must take picture.

I felt the baby move about the 18th week of the pregnancy although I thought I was just gassy and needed a good fart. Normally, most first time mothers would only feel the baby move after the 20th week. I am one of those sensitive people.

Lately, the movements/kick/punch has gotten slightly stronger. It usually takes me by surprise. Its quite a funny sensation. I was warned that as I progress, it would not be funny anymore. In fact, it will hurt so bad that I might even swear.

The other night, while watching TV, I yelped suddenly coz the baby kicked and I was shocked. KL poked his finger onto my tummy and said, “Stop kicking your mother, you punk!”

Hehee… I thought that was really cute.

After a week of procrastinating, here are the pictures of my 19th week scan.

The baby was not cooperative and was facing downwards. We never had a “normal” baby scan picture. This baby has begin early signs of being ‘guai lan’.

The baby’s foot on the left picture and the hand on the right side.

The sonograher had to rotate the scan so that we can have a better picture of the baby. Do you think that his thigh looks like he had a BIG boner?

Finally, the first look of his penis. Don’t ask me how the sonographer can tell. But if you see closely, the green cross is pointing at his baby penis. And the knob a the left end of that is suppose to be his scrotum.

In the first trimester, I had the worse morning sickness ever. I lost my appetite and KL was worried about my nutrition. He made me a fruit salad every morning for a few weeks.

I feel so loved.

This is the first outfit we bought for the baby. Hope he can fit into it on his first trip back in SunnyLand by the end of the year or early next year.

We have been excited about this day. It’s been a crazy hot day with 38 degrees. While KL took a day off, I went to work for half a day.

Appointment for the scan was at 3.30pm but by 1pm, my mum called us to ask already. Goodness, she remembered the day. The afternoon before the scan, we were busy with errands that we can run during the weekday.

Sitting at the Ultrasound place was quite unnerving. Although they are also checking for the growth of the baby, the only thing in my head was “Pink or Blue”. I’m such a bimbo.

When it was our turn, the first look at the baby, I knew it’s not going to be an easy task. The baby was all hurdled up facing the bottom and refused to move. The sonographer checked for everything, measured the brain, head, thigh bone, arm bone, feet, hands, etc. Everything he could measure, he did. He shook my tummy and tried making the baby change his position. But he didn’t budge. I felt flabby whenever he did that to my tummy.

The last resort was to have me go pee and hopefully the baby would have moved. But I already went to the toilet before coming to the clinic. Still, I managed to wee a wee bit. Jiggled my butt in the toilet. Threaten the baby if he didn’t cooperate, he would have to live with yellow and green for a while. Tried all I can before leaving the toilet. I went back to the room, baby had not moved an inch. The patient sonographer continued measuring I don’t know what. At some point of time, I couldn’t tell the baby from the screen. It look like tv static.

Sonographer was trying to explain parts of the baby to us and then he said, “This is the scrotum. The penis is here. It is going a boy.” With the word Scrotum, I drew a blank. I looked at KL and he said, “BALLS”. Ahhh… the language I’m familiar.

So, baby’s got balls.

I puked on Thursday after we had pizza. Last night, to save money, we had leftover pizza, but I only had one slice. I finished the whole bowl of salad though.

In the middle of the night, I kept feeling and hearing my stomach rumble. I was so hungry, I woke up. Went to pee and sat on the bed eat my crackers with ribena at 3.30am.

Woke up this morning feeling hungry again but guess what? KL made me pancakes with sausages and scramble eggs, I only managed a wee bit before I concussed back to bed again.

I’m feeling weird today. Might be sick coz I’m sneezing a bit. Feeling down coz everything seems so bleak. Still, I force myself to wake up from nap to go out for some baby shopping/research.

Still feel rather bleh. Seriously don’t know whats wrong with me. I can’t sit still for long and I can’t lie down for long. Legs get tired when I walk too much and stand too long. Cramping feeling the whole week and breathlessness every second.