can't eat too much.
can't sleep too much.
my lower back aches.
my pelvic muscles ache.
standing for too long hurts.
sitting for too long hurts.
walking for too long hurts.
...
i'm so tired of complaining about being tired.
but i'm doing it again.
*sigh*
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
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.
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.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
gong xi fa cai...or what's left of it
what can i say?
i've not been exactly the most diligent blogger of late...the marking's killing my eyesight and possibly my love for teaching.
but that's what i always say every term when the assignments and test papers are piled up high, anyway.
besides, i don't intend to make a career switch anytime soon.
not in this lifetime at least.
we're at the tail-end of chinese new year and the super-commercialised valentine's day is over. as usual, my bank account shrinks after distributing many red packets to the million relatives whom i've acquired over the years.
as predicted there wasn't much celebrations this year. i wasn't really in the mood either. as any pregnant woman would know, it's no joke heaving a protruding bump around (i've put on a hefty 11kg in total so far!), with 2 noisy kids in tow, and rushing from home to home visiting relatives to exchange mandarin oranges, red packets, nibbling tidbits and leaving for the next destination after 30 minutes of pleasantries. that was the itinerary for the first 2 days as we accompanied my in-laws on their annual round of home visits.
by the end of the day, i was exhausted but still had to run after monsterina and rascelrella who were high on sugary snacks and chinese new year goodies!
i can't imagine how i'm going to cope next year when terroliza joins in the fray. :(
there aren't many photos this year either as the designated photographer (i.e. me) was too worn out. also, while trying to take a family photo at my parents' place, the hub accidentally dropped the camera (he'd set it to self-timer mode and was rushing to sit down when he knocked it off the chair) and jammed the lens. we'd to borrow dad's camera - only to realise that there wasn't enough battery and we'd not taken the charger...bleh.
haven't uploaded the pictures from the camera yet, but i managed to swipe this one of the girls, downloaded from my uncle's photolink. it was taken on the evening of Day 1, at my eldest aunt's place. the princesses were wearing red-and-white outfits which we'd bought from our malacca trip and wearing the jade pendants the MIL had bought for all her grand kids last year.
and as you can plainly see in this photo, grumble bum's grumpiness hasn't melted away...
since tomorrow's the final day of CNY, i'm not too late in wishing everyone GONG XI FA CAI!
i've not been exactly the most diligent blogger of late...the marking's killing my eyesight and possibly my love for teaching.
but that's what i always say every term when the assignments and test papers are piled up high, anyway.
besides, i don't intend to make a career switch anytime soon.
not in this lifetime at least.
we're at the tail-end of chinese new year and the super-commercialised valentine's day is over. as usual, my bank account shrinks after distributing many red packets to the million relatives whom i've acquired over the years.
as predicted there wasn't much celebrations this year. i wasn't really in the mood either. as any pregnant woman would know, it's no joke heaving a protruding bump around (i've put on a hefty 11kg in total so far!), with 2 noisy kids in tow, and rushing from home to home visiting relatives to exchange mandarin oranges, red packets, nibbling tidbits and leaving for the next destination after 30 minutes of pleasantries. that was the itinerary for the first 2 days as we accompanied my in-laws on their annual round of home visits.
by the end of the day, i was exhausted but still had to run after monsterina and rascelrella who were high on sugary snacks and chinese new year goodies!
i can't imagine how i'm going to cope next year when terroliza joins in the fray. :(
there aren't many photos this year either as the designated photographer (i.e. me) was too worn out. also, while trying to take a family photo at my parents' place, the hub accidentally dropped the camera (he'd set it to self-timer mode and was rushing to sit down when he knocked it off the chair) and jammed the lens. we'd to borrow dad's camera - only to realise that there wasn't enough battery and we'd not taken the charger...bleh.
haven't uploaded the pictures from the camera yet, but i managed to swipe this one of the girls, downloaded from my uncle's photolink. it was taken on the evening of Day 1, at my eldest aunt's place. the princesses were wearing red-and-white outfits which we'd bought from our malacca trip and wearing the jade pendants the MIL had bought for all her grand kids last year.
and as you can plainly see in this photo, grumble bum's grumpiness hasn't melted away...
since tomorrow's the final day of CNY, i'm not too late in wishing everyone GONG XI FA CAI!
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
the last day of the boar
i was the first to step into the office today at 7.58am.
traffic was smooth, with only a quarter of the usual number of cars on the roads. there were only 4 of us on the school transport bus today - the other 5 were on leave.
it's eerily quiet in the office corridors - many people aren't around today. and i'm just wondering how many students will turn up for my 11 to 1 class later. :(
ah. chinese new year's eve. the day that has many traditional housewives scrambling around the kitchen preparing for the reunion dinner. luckily for me, we always have a steamboat dinner at my parents' place (so i am spared the ordeal of slaving at the stove). since the cooking's done by us on the spot, mum busies herself in getting the fresh ingredients ready. we're usually joined by my youngest aunt and her family, so it's a small cosy affair.
and i haven't started work on inserting crisp new new notes into the red packets yet...
maybe it's the pregnancy, but i'm not really enthusiastic about CNY this year. possibly also cos my maternal grandma passed away less than 2 months ago and we're technically still in the mourning period (usually a year) though these days it's less traditional. still, there won't be dinners at my various uncles' homes.
most of hub's relatives won't be around either. a couple of them have gone overseas so there's going be less visiting.
it sure looks like it's going to be a quiet, toned-down CNY. perhaps i should bring home some of my toppling-over-the-table stacks of tests and assignments home to mark...
then again, maybe not.
traffic was smooth, with only a quarter of the usual number of cars on the roads. there were only 4 of us on the school transport bus today - the other 5 were on leave.
it's eerily quiet in the office corridors - many people aren't around today. and i'm just wondering how many students will turn up for my 11 to 1 class later. :(
ah. chinese new year's eve. the day that has many traditional housewives scrambling around the kitchen preparing for the reunion dinner. luckily for me, we always have a steamboat dinner at my parents' place (so i am spared the ordeal of slaving at the stove). since the cooking's done by us on the spot, mum busies herself in getting the fresh ingredients ready. we're usually joined by my youngest aunt and her family, so it's a small cosy affair.
and i haven't started work on inserting crisp new new notes into the red packets yet...
maybe it's the pregnancy, but i'm not really enthusiastic about CNY this year. possibly also cos my maternal grandma passed away less than 2 months ago and we're technically still in the mourning period (usually a year) though these days it's less traditional. still, there won't be dinners at my various uncles' homes.
most of hub's relatives won't be around either. a couple of them have gone overseas so there's going be less visiting.
it sure looks like it's going to be a quiet, toned-down CNY. perhaps i should bring home some of my toppling-over-the-table stacks of tests and assignments home to mark...
then again, maybe not.
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