jab. punch. kick. grind.

terrorliza the rugrat is bent on inflicting constant discomfort to her mother.

really, it's bad enough that i have to visit the loo about 27 times throughout the day and night (since she's pressing against my bladder) and have my regular bowel movements all messed up. now the kickboxing champion has turned up the torture antics one notch higher with her regular somersaults and heavyweight chops.

so, pray tell, how can i not be a grumpy mummy?

on the brighter side, i've survived 32 weeks, with 8 more to go. however, monsterina and rascalrella both decided to arrive earlier than their scheduled delivery dates and made their respective appearances at 38 weeks. if this trend continues then terrorliza may follow her sisters' footsteps and make her grand entrance at 38 weeks plus too.

whatever the case may be, i'm taking some comfort in the fact that i'm in my final few laps of the race before i proceed to the next stage. i'm no expert with babies, despite my CV boasting of 2 previous birthing experiences (c'mon, we all know that CVs are glossily written to showcase the positive aspects, never the ugly side). i am not sure of what to expect for this baby.

strange though it may sound, i'm actually terrified of going through the entire natural birth process again, especially since i know the PAIN involved. part of my brain thinks "to heck with the pain! you've been though this before, TWICE! just get on with it!" while the other whispers "you're older and less energetic - maybe your threshold of pain isn't what it used to be so just ask for the damn EPIDURAL!"

ah, the decisions. this debate's going nowhere.

during my last check-up, i'd already piled on 11kg, with only 1.5kg going to the little one. (with xian, i put on a total of 11kg, with wen it was 13kg.) at the rate i'm going, i'll probably tip the scales at 15kg or so...we'll see what happens next week when i go to dr lim's again.

still, i've received comments from colleagues, friends and relatives who claim i don't look pregnant from the back (until i begin to waddle) or that my belly's very "compact", a "neat package". yeah, but that doesn't account for the extra pounds that seem to have been cleverly disguised and absorbed into portions of my body which aren't visible to members of the public.

by the way, i can't see my toes anymore when i bathe. and i can forget about clipping my toenails without performing some advanced acrobatic moves which will mostly likely cause some major cramps and render me immobile for a bit.

argh, i really can't wait for this baby to get out of my belly! as you can clearly see, patience isn't one of my virtues.

oh, and excuse me while i go pee. again.