tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69371133631401299232024-03-06T03:02:43.523+08:00ITS MY LIFE. I'LL DO WHAT I WANTJust the life of an ordinary girl who has her own share of ups and downs.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431noreply@blogger.comBlogger903125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-34478088894622390132015-03-17T21:17:00.002+08:002015-03-17T21:23:29.320+08:00Meme<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
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Lexie, of course. :D</div>
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that makes you cry: <o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> Frustration it seems nowadays. Sappy emotional scenes on tv. Someone died? Bawl fest. Some sweet act? Bawl fest. I wasn't like this before I got knocked up btw. Must be the hormones (still).</o:p></div>
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that you love to do on the weekends: <o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> Bahahhahah I have no weekends.</o:p></div>
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that you do for only yourself: <o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> Wipe my butt? No, not correct. Squeeze my boobs (for milk).</o:p></div>
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that you have in your underwear drawer that's NOT underwear:
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<o:p> Socks.</o:p></div>
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that you do before going to sleep: <o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> Pray.</o:p></div>
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that you do within the first 15 minutes after waking: <o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> Snooze my alarm hahhaa</o:p></div>
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that's in your purse: that you actually LIKE to clean: <o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> Ehhh/??? Why would I have something in my purse to clean?</o:p></div>
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that you DETEST cleaning: <o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> toilet bowl</o:p></div>
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that other people would find odd about you: <o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> Err I dunno. U should ask them. </o:p></div>
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that you would buy if I handed you a $100 bill: <o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> Food and drinks. Splurge on good food and a glass of bubbly cos I so deserve it. :D</o:p></div>
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Travel. Soo many places I want to go to.<br />
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1. Three things that scare me: <o:p></o:p></div>
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Ghosts, pain, loved ones leaving me.</div>
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3. Three things I love: <o:p></o:p></div>
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money, money and money. Materialistic? You said things, not people.</div>
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5. Three things I don't understand: <o:p></o:p></div>
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Advanced maths, why people we love die, why the world isn't fair.</div>
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6. Three things on my desk: <o:p></o:p></div>
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Fruits, tissue paper, bottle warmer.</div>
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7. Three things I'm doing right now: <o:p></o:p></div>
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This, eating apples, and waiting for the bathroom.</div>
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8. Three things I want to do before I die: <o:p></o:p></div>
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Kiss Lexie, travel, have a screaming orgasm.</div>
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9. Three things I can do: <o:p></o:p></div>
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Cook, dance, sing. You didn't say do well.</div>
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10. Three things I can't do: <o:p></o:p></div>
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Sing, be patient, act like I care.</div>
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11. Three things you should listen to: <o:p></o:p></div>
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Elders, dunno.</div>
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Rubbish, talk from stupid people, and er I dunno Justin bieber?</div>
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a new language, cook more dishes, and how to earn more money</div>
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pizza, jap, and desserts.</div>
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Yah quite boring I realize. Bye.</div>
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Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-43692615607730435102015-03-17T20:50:00.001+08:002015-03-17T21:04:26.355+08:00Lexie is 6 months plus<div style="text-align: center;">
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I have abandoned my blog for so long.</div>
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Find me on <a href="http://dayre.me/amysimon" target="_blank">Dayre</a>. I update there almost every day.</div>
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Being a parent really isn't easy. A mom. I owe a huge apology to all mothers out there especially housewives. That term housewife. I had no idea what it entails. I had no idea of all the work. I had no idea period.</div>
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I am responsible for this little human being whom I love with all my heart. Its not easy to love her after listening to her wailing, screaming and shouting the whole day (like today) but I do. My heart hurts even when I see her crying her little heart out, tears leaking out, poor baby all tired out. Why do I love her so damn much?</div>
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I used to think housewives have it so easy. Feed baby, cook, clean house. Pfft. So much free time in between.</div>
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In between feeding baby and sleep, I have no time to do anything else. Not even joking. </div>
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My schedule these days is: </div>
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Wake up when baby wakes up, Cs feeds her while I pump, bath baby, entertain her a while, put her to sleep, when she sleeps, I pump. Then she wakes up (nap 30 mins only whyyyyyy???). I have to lie down beside her and pretend to sleep while I give her pacifier only then she'll go back to sleep (maybe- works sometimes not all the time), Run downstairs to prepare her lunch (cook porridge with broccoli, puree it, wait for it to cool and feed her). Best case scenario is I can stand in the kitchen waiting for it to cook. Reality is me running up and down the stairs 20 times because my super bionic ears can hear her cries (where is my mommy cries). I now cook porridge at night only when she's sleeping and Cs is at home.</div>
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Err where was I? Basically repeat feed, entertain, put her to sleep. If I have time, feed myself, use the toilet, and oh yes pump. The most time consuming hated activity of all: pump. Breastmilk ftw. </div>
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Its actually not that hard to be a mom. Its hard to be a GOOD mom.</div>
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I don't have to give her breast milk. But I want to.</div>
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I don't have to cook her own food. Buy ready made. But I want to.</div>
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I don't have to react to her cries immediately. But I need to.</div>
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I don't have to entertain her, play with her, try to read to her, engage in play time with her. But I want to.</div>
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Anyway. I'm not complaining. No way.</div>
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Despite it all, I do it willingly everyday. Every bit of it is still worth it.</div>
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Its so rewarding to see her grow and to watch her learn new skills,.I'd do it all over again.</div>
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Silly but true.</div>
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At the end of a particularly rough day (like today), I think to myself: I want to kill myself. I'm not having another baby ever! No way. </div>
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But as I stand over her cot watching her sleep, my heart melts. Yes, I would do it all over again.</div>
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Sappy. Corny. Cliche. </div>
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Sometimes I would look at her and think: why did it take me so long to decide to have a baby?</div>
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I could have had her in my life a long time ago. I really didn't know what I was missing out. No wonder parents stick together. I mean, birds of a feather stick together and all that. Its true. Single people won't get it. I didn't get it. Babies bore me. Baby talk - boring.</div>
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But now its all I talk about. I follow alot of mom's on Dayre. Its nice to see people going through the same phase of life as you. People who get it. :)</div>
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Hello. Yes, I'm mommy's princess.</div>
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Yes, that's my mommy.</div>
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She likes to put on hats and headbands for me. Hats suit me better.</div>
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Mommy also likes dressing me in dresses. Especially pink ones.</div>
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<br />Daddy bathes me every morning.</div>
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There's mommy kissing me for about the 1,200th time in a day again.</div>
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I'm wondering how to start this post. As I'm writing this, Lexie is about 6 weeks plus. Things I have learned so far:</div>
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1) Everything everyone said is true. Motherhood is hard. You really will have no time to eat, drink, poop or breathe.</div>
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2) I hate breastfeeding with a vengeance. But I do it anyway. Sore nipples and leaky boobs. Thank God for breast pads. When Winnie came over and saw them, I went yea. They're just like period pads, except for your boobs. </div>
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3) I hate my breast pump. But I do it anyway. :) (The smiley face shows that I'm semi joking lah)</div>
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4) I fall more and more in love with Lexie each day. I didn't foresee this though. That I would love this tiny human being with all my heart. I never thought I would be ok with so little sleep and still be able to function.</div>
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5) I still love Cs. One day, sometime in the first week or so, Cs and I were holding each other and he asked me: do u still love me? He said he was a bit worried that after baby was out, we wouldn't be the same as before, or that one of us would be neglected. I understood what he meant cos I felt that way too. My love for her is different from my love for him. Ick. So vomit inducing. Moving on.</div>
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6) There are good days and bad days. Of course. </div>
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7) Will my jelly belly go away? I hate my body post birth. But so does everyone eh? Except maybe Gisele Bundchen, Miranda Kerr, Megan Fox and all those perfect looking people. Looking at their bikini bodies make my eyes hurt. Where is the linea nigra? Where is the flab? Hahhaha. Bitter is my middle name now. Cannot blame me. I wanna see some flab and stretch mark lines. </div>
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8) Speaking of stretch marks, I didn't get any. Phew. I used L'occitane almond oil every night btw. Any pregnant woman wanna try as well? </div>
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9) Why am I typing in numbers? Might as well continue now. </div>
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10) As each day passes, I'm worried about work. How am I going to go back to work? What will I do to earn a living? Meh. Moving on. Depressing topic.</div>
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11) I miss my sleep. Cs and I take shifts at night to take care of her. I love my husband.</div>
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12) I miss going on holidays. Cs and I fantasize about going to Japan, KL, Taiwan Singapore. Anywhere. And how are we going to bring her with us. Heheh. One day soon I hope.</div>
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13) As I run downstairs to wash and sterilize bottles, my ears are straining to hear baby cries. I run back upstairs only to find her still sleeping. But it seems every time I run to the toilet, she knows. Sure to wake up at the <strike>right </strike>wrong time.<br />
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14) I still don't have the confidence to bring her out by myself. Or ourselves. Bottle feeding makes everything complicated. Sien. Not really lah but she's picky over bottles too. For a period of time one bottle works, then another, then another. So we keep running out of bottles. I finish using one and hurriedly go to wash and sterilize it. It would be so much easier if she takes milk direct from my breasts. Telling myself that breast milk is still better than no breast milk. Don't complain. Also, I have to time my outings with pumping. Did I mention I hate breastfeeding?<br />
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15) One smile makes all of it worth it though. One laugh is priceless now. Still very rare. Her smiles come and go. I love discovering all her little antics. Sleeping with her hands over her face, scrunching up her face when she cries. Swear to God even her cries sound cute on good days. Instead of panicking as I did before, I can somewhat guess what she wants now and its easier to soothe her this way.<br />
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16) I still panic when poop explosions happen though. Hahaha. Panicking cos it goes everywhere! I guess I have it easier than moms of little boys though. Their pipe goes everywhere, including on themselves.<br />
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She looks so tiny here. She has since outgrown that onesie already! Some clothes cannot fit. How did this happen? How time flies!</div>
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First family photo. Sorta.</div>
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Mommy, mommy! Hello? No more selfies!</div>
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Love this photo. Little koala bear hold.<br />
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So fun watching her grow. More and more pattern these days.</div>
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Even sleeping, she never fails to amuse me. Looked over in her cot and found her sleeping like this. Why are you covering your ears baby? Daddy's singing that bad? Heheh. </div>
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Since I'm free now and not so exhausted, I want to update life for the past few days. Lexie is sleeping. For the first time in the past few days, I'm not fighting sleep. I feel as if I can fully open my eyes only today.</div>
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I didn't get more than 4 hours of sleep the day before I went in to BMC (hospital) to get induced. I got admitted at 8 am on Tuesday morning. After a last sausage and egg McMuffin meal of course. Went in with my hospital bag and was so jittery. Good nerves. Got asked to strip almost immediately and checked in. Felt like being in a hotel to be honest. What do you want for lunch and dinner?<br />
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Btw, hospital meals not as bad as I thought. Healthy food. Except the steamed chicken. Bleh bland.<br />
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Doc came by about 9 am to induce me. (Induce = shove a pill up your vagina in order to let the pill work its magic and make your cervix open). I have to wait 6 hours till the next one.<br />
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In the meantime, everyone is hoping I'll have contractions. My contractions started late. Just some vagina pains (ouch) when I walk, and lower stomach cramps (like period pains) and lower back pain. I was so excited. Yessss. Its starting. But at the same time super apprehensive. </div>
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Me: shit la. If this is mini contractions, how about the big ones later????</div>
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Cs: (didn't say anything). Wise guy. Just continued patting me and consoling me.</div>
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3:30 pm (I think): Doc came by to check if my cervix is open.</div>
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Doc: Bad news. Not even 1 cm. Not open yet.</div>
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Me: whattttttt?????????????????? You lieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.....</div>
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So I got induced a second time and he stretched my cervix even more. Might I inform anyone going for this that it hurts. It freaking hurts. I started bleeding. Boo Doc. Should be normal la but so I had to put on a maternity pad already. </div>
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This time it hurts even more and almost immediately. They had me hooked to a machine so I could see my contractions, and baby's heartbeat on the monitor. I used my mp3 player and Cs as a distraction. This time the contractions really hurt but instead of growing stronger like they should, I felt them fading away as the hours went by. My family and his were with my most of the evening so that provided a distraction.</div>
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But about after 10 pm, I noticed the contractions becoming less gradually and the bleeding too. By midnight, I was sure that I wasn't going into labour yet. What a freaking waste of time to be in pain all for nothing. That was my thought.</div>
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Next morning about 9 am, Doc came to check again. Nope cervix not open yet.</div>
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Me: whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?????? </div>
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OK. I was all game. Honestly, the pain and waiting wasn't worth it. Baby's heartbeat started to get lower that morning so that was what worried me and Cs the most. Anything to keep Lexie safe. We were worried that she could be in distress. I noticed that she moved less too already.</div>
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The 3rd induction was weird. I felt almost nothing. No pain. I went to take a shower and washed my hair again cos I just knew it didn't work. I walked around feeling bored and updated my Facebook status. Boring.<br />
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Walking around trying to speed things up. Didn't work.</div>
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Me: so I'm going to have a C-section? Confirmed?</div>
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OK. So that's it. I sure didn't look like I was going into labour nor was I panting in pain like the aftereffects of the second pill. Weird.</div>
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2:30 pm: Doc came to check me again and informed me that I'm going to surgery at 3 pm.</div>
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3:30pm: Got wheeled into the operating theater. Mom, Win and Cs accompanied me up. Cs could come in only. He went to scrub and gown up.</div>
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Me, I went to get a drip and spinal block. Everything seemed to happen very fast then. Doc informed me that they have to be fast due to my low placenta problem. Didn't want me to bleed too much cos he'll be cutting through my placenta. He was very reluctant for me to have a C-section because of this. But thanks to him, I am fine and have a baby right in front of me now.</div>
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To be honest, the drip hurt more than the spinal block. But honestly, it was nothing compared to the contractions I felt the day before. The stretch and sweep of my vagina hurt much more.</div>
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After the spinal block injection, I felt my legs getting warm almost immediately and after that it just felt like being on pins and needles. My entire lower section of my body. I couldn't feel anything from my boobs down.</div>
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Me: err....nope. You sure I'm numb? Completely sure I'm numb?</div>
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Nobody replied me btw. Think I said it too soft or they must be ignoring me. Probably cut into me already lol.<br />
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The sewing me up part took the next 45 mins. After Lexie was out, I felt dizzy. Really really dizzy and trying not to sleep. Cs was distracting me describing Lexie to me and talking about nonsense to make me smile. I was trying really hard not to doze off. For some weird reason, I'm scared I won't wake up. Hahha.</div>
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After the operation, I was wheeled outside and observed for 30 mins. They wrapped me up in blankets and asked if I was cold. Nope. But afterwards in my room at night, I did keep shivering though. Must be the aftereffects of the drug. </div>
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My parents and Winnie were waiting in my room to see Lexie. She's the new princess at home.<br />
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Cs and I had no idea what we were doing or how to do it. But thank God one of the nurses helped me find a good breastfeeding position.<br />
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For some reason I was itching everywhere throughout my body and felt so dirty and icky. I showered immediately when I reached home. The wound hurt, yes. But the itchiness bothered me more then.<br />
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Btw, Doc took out my bandage before I checked out. Risked a peek and was pleasantly surprised: not a very long scar and very neat and clean. Hopefully it'll heal fast. (Right now, it doesn't look like that btw. It looks all yellow green bruised up and quite swollen). He sprayed on a water repellent thingy and I didn't have to put anything on it. I can take a shower like usual now (day 6) but on the 2nd or 3rd day, it still hurt when water touched it.<br />
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Also was pleasantly surprised to find that I could look down at myself. I mean, no big stomach in the way anymore hehe. Instead its now a wobbly jelly belly. Guess I have to wait some time before I can properly exercise and lose weight.<br />
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I only lost about 3 kg immediately after giving birth, to my surprise. Must be the water retention. I still keep waking up in the middle of the night covered in sweat. After some Googling, I realized this was normal. Just your body's way of getting rid of the water weight.<br />
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1) <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2333784/" target="_blank">The Expendables 3</a></div>
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IMDb gave it a 6.3/10 rating. Yeah I kinda agree on that. It was okay. Some scenes were meant to be funny but turned out pretty meh. A lot of fighting and action scenes as usual. New team this time but they got captured so typically the old team came back. Plus one super annoying guy who talks too much - don't know what his role was in the movie except to annoy the hell out of everybody. Jet Li's cameo role was just that. Thought he would kick some asses cos that's his specialty isn't it? But he just did some shooting scenes. </div>
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2) <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2872732/?ref_=nv_sr_1" target="_blank">Lucy</a></div>
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IMDb gave it a 6.6/10 rating. I disagree. I give it a 5/10 and only because Scarlett Johansson's hot. Cs says the movie is like listening to a science lesson. Hahah a lot of explaining. I feel they wasted a lot of time in the end with those travelling through time space, showing the dinosaurs etc. Honestly, the trailer looked better than the movie. There were a lot of things throughout the movie that could be better explained like, why those Korean gangsters are so powerful and can shoot outright at the end? And the ending sucks la. So she died but she built a supercomputer beforehand (those black gore yuck) and the speech "I am Everywhere" wtf. After the movie ended, I see a lot of people standing up immediately. Unlike some movies, people stay in their seats anticipating the after credits. Guess that shows I'm not the only one who thinks it sucks. Ok maybe I give it a 4/10. </div>
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3) <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2015381/?ref_=fn_al_tt_1" target="_blank">Guardians of the Galaxy</a></div>
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IMDb gave it a 8.6/10 rating. Ok I agree with this rating. It was surprisingly good. I like Chris Patt's performance, Groot and even the raccoon. Even though after the movie, everyone kept imitating Groot saying, "I am Groot and We are Groot". Lol. I like his playlist btw (the songs). Oldies but good stuff. :D</div>
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4) <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1267297/?ref_=fn_al_tt_1" target="_blank">Hercules</a></div>
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IMDb gave it a 6.5/10. I give it a 4/10. I was so disappointed with this. I didn't want to watch the movie initially cos I didn't like Dwayne Johnson as Hercules simply cos he's too famous as the Rock or in Fast and Furious. I would prefer a less famous actor to act as Hercules. Secondly, it was disappointing because I thought the movie would focus more on his famous accomplishments, those labors but mehh it was glossed over. Overall plot was mehh. Don't like it. Disappointed. </div>
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5) <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2203939/?ref_=fn_al_tt_1" target="_blank">The Other Woman</a></div>
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IMDb gave it a 6.1/10 rating. I give it a 5/10. It was ok la. Typical movie. Guy cheats on wife and girlfriend. So three of them meet up and plot a revenge. But ahh..if I was Leslie Mann's husband I would get sick of her too. Why do they make her sound so irritating? Girl movie la. Not for men. Cs watching it halfway in between Clash of Clans: (yawning) not finished yet? (yawn some more). Kinda boring. </div>
Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-17737781245654536712014-08-22T13:54:00.000+08:002014-08-22T13:54:52.495+08:00The Big 3-0<div style="text-align: center;">
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When I was 18 (turning adult), I thought 30 was so far away. I envisioned 30 year old's with stable jobs, kids and you know, just mature people who have got it all together.<br />
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Now that I'm 30, I realize that adults are sort of whinging it too. Yes, my life is more put together than it was 10 years ago. At least I have my life goals and people I love and live for, but I'm also still clueless to an extent. Do I want to work for this company 5 to 10 years down the line? No. Do I want more kids? I don't know. Will I be a good parent? I hope so.<br />
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One thing I realize now though is, we should really start taking care of our health. Its never too early to start and we take too many things for granted. High blood pressure? Mehh. There's medication for that. High sugar levels? I'll cut down the carbonated drinks for a while. Blood test every year? Whatever for? I'm only 30! Work out? I'll start next week. I'm just too tired today. But its this kind of mindset that will cause us to regret it in our 50's.<br />
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Actually even now, I see some people (acquaintances) with health problems already. If we're not careful, we'll be battling diseases for the rest of our lives. But on the flip side, I also believe in fate. Some people have it, some people don't. Some people can eat healthy food, work out, don't smoke or drink, and yep still lung cancer and die. Sorry I'm so morbid when I'm not supposed to be on this post eh.<br />
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Turning 30, I feel settled, contented and more at peace with life now. I am more grateful for simple everyday things like spending time with my family and Cs. We have a house together, we are expecting a baby together, we have the basic necessities of life, and it seems enough.</div>
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Of course I want more money, to travel more and yes, buy myself a ridiculously priced hand bag, but materialistic stuff aside, turning 30 ain't too bad at all.</div>
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The twenties seem to be about enjoying life to the fullest, taking risks and having fun. But as I reached my late twenties, I find myself going out less, or if I do go out, we choose quieter place to drink and talk. Our topics of conversations among friends have changed. In the pubs, we are the ancient ones now. Its true: our stories start with: last time, when I was in college or high school and with a start you realize holy shit, was that 10 years ago?!!</div>
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I read on Business Insider about this <a href="http://www.businessinsider.my/things-to-do-before-youre-30-2014-6/2/" target="_blank">30 experiences you should have before turning 30</a>. I'll post some of mine here:</div>
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<b>1) Run a half marathon. </b></div>
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Oops.. first on the list and I didn't do this. Actually, I never wanted to join. I don't like running. In Kuching, running marathons seem to have become popular only these recent years. Or maybe I just noticed only because more people are posting it on FB.</div>
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But its not too late to try. I can still do this in my thirties. Color run marathon looks so fun. This, I would be willing to try. Saw that there was just one recently in KL. Way cooler compared to Kuching marathon.</div>
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<b>2) Travel somewhere exotic</b></div>
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Define exotic please. Exotic makes me think of beach destinations like Maldives or Santorini, both of which are on my to-go list. But for now, Stavanger, Norway seems exotic enough. Look at those houses. Gorgeous!</div>
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<b>3) Buy tickets to a music festival</b></div>
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This was a very impromptu festival. Not a major one but still hundreds of people dancing and singing, with lots of booze and carnival games, so I guess it counts? One of the perks of living in London then. Woke up one day and housemates go: Amy, lets go party! Me: OK. Anything also on back then. The freedom of youth. Hahaha. </div>
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<b>4) Go skinny dipping</b></div>
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The outdoor bath at Hakone.</div>
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Does this count? I stripped off nude a few times to go for a hot spring bath with other Japanese strangers. But nude beach seems more open somehow. Don't know how is that different. Both nude also.</div>
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<b>5) Splurge on a once-in-a-lifetime meal at one of the world's best restaurants</b></div>
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Don't think I have ever dined at any Michelin star restaurants or even Jamie Oliver or Gordon Ramsay's restaurants before. Fail. Quite kiamsiap eh. Its just that the portions always look teeny and I don't think I'll be full too. My more expensive meals always seem to be treated by family/relatives. Lucky me.</div>
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My most recent extravagant looking meal was probably this:</div>
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Its not just the food per se. It was the presentation and overall effort they put into serving you. It took 2 waiters several trips from the kitchen to serve this on our table. And no wonder why. Look how huge and heavy that thing is. And this is just ONE dish. This was at a glass house restaurant (the name in mandarin literally) in Taiwan. Don't know how to go there. Have to ask le cousin. Apparently she made the booking a few months in advance! </div>
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<b>6) Cook a huge meal and throw a dinner party for friends</b></div>
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Done this many times actually when we were still staying in MJC. Pool party always. I contribute one or two dishes and the others bring extra food and drinks. </div>
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<b>7) Test drive your dream car</b></div>
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I don't have a dream car. I frequently mix up car name/brands, much to Cs' frustration. Next.</div>
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<b>8) Grab the microphone and perform at a karaoke bar</b></div>
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Done. Winnie and I went through a phase at Planet. Our favorite songs to sing included: moves like jagger from Maroon 5, If I die young, among others. We sound horrible yeah..but the good news is nobody can tell our voices apart heheh. Plus we throw in our fancy dance moves for good measure. To cover up the fact that our voices suck. Hahha.</div>
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<b>9) Stay up all night partying in a big city like Los Angeles, Tokyo or London.</b></div>
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Done. Stayed up all night partying is what every uni student did especially after exams. There was a period of time where I did this every weekend. Think it was mid year, no exams what. Party. Not to future parents: don't send your kids to big cities to study. Too many distractions. Send your kids to Sunderland - boring small town with nothing hahah sorry but its the truth. Terrorists don't bomb Sunderland too. They target London. My logic works.</div>
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<b>10) Watch a meteor shower</b></div>
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Nope but not for lack of trying. I tried many times. One of my efforts<a href="http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2010/11/shooting-star-search.html" target="_blank"> documented here</a>. </div>
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<b>11) Go bunjee jumping or skydiving (anything that involves adrenaline)</b></div>
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Mount Singai counted or not? So nice even had the exact date and time we were there. This was quite an impromptu trip up there as well. Melissa and I both wore long jeans! Idiots. The guys all had shorts on.</div>
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<b>18) Learn to speak a new language</b></div>
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On the morning of, I redeemed my free tiramisu frappucino bright and early! It was only available for Wed, 13 Aug, which was coincidentally my birthday. Sore throat? What sore throat? :P</div>
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This espresso cake is here because it serves as a reminder for myself. Never order this again. Well, actually Cs did. It tasted so strong of coffee - quite bitter. Kept baby girl awake and super active for hours.<b> NEVER AGAIN!! </b>My stomach felt so bruised and abused that day.</div>
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It was okay. Cherries on top not nice. As I was making a wish, mom and dad were walking behind me saying stuff like: chubby, fat baby; or cute, chubby baby etc.</div>
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Finally using Cherrie as my phone case. Too bad she doesn't look this this now. Mom trimmed off a lot of Cherrie's hair and baby girl lost weight too. Don't know if she's pining for Eli or not, or mom is just doing a bad job of feeding Cherrie.</div>
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Thank you baby for my birthday treat and for spoiling me rotten. Thank you for everything that you do. :)</div>
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I'll be 37 weeks pregnant in 2 days. That's full term. Or as my in-law's call it: baby's almost fully cooked by now - (in Teochew). Guess that's why they call it bun in the oven eh.</div>
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Large. Heavy. Slow. Tight. Full.</div>
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As I'm sitting on my supposedly nursing chair typing this, staring down at my bump, I feel huge. OK maybe I should elaborate more on other things. I know I love her. Let's hope its a her, not a he. (Referring to mom and relatives confusing me here.) But I never expected pregnancy to feel like this. </div>
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Just now as I was struggling to get up from the bed, I gave up and slumped back down thinking: wow. So this is how being pregnant feels like. </div>
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My boobs are resting on my stomach, my stomach is resting on my thighs (when I sit). Its weird. Cs was touching my ribs this morning and going: <i><span style="color: blue;">wow baby girl's foot. </span></i></div>
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Right now, I am actually quite sick. Boo cos its birthday week. I had sore throat since the past weekend, and went to the doctor on Monday, who gave me lozenges only. But after meeting him (I don't know if its being in the hospital surrounded by germs and bacteria or what), I got worse. Flu, cough and more sore throat. </div>
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So after runny nose, sneezing hundreds of times a day, and tearing eyes, I went back to the doctor again today, who gave me some flu pills. Good news - no teary eyes for now. Nose is still runny but better. Slight headache but its an improvement all right. Bad timing is all.</div>
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Enjoy your pregnancy - pfft. Which part am I supposed to enjoy? The constipation or the vagina pains? Or the back pains, or the not being able to get out of bed part? Or the walking slow part or the looking like shit part? Glowing my ass. Don't let articles fool ya. </div>
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So yeah. I can't wait to meet her and move on with the next chapter of my life.</div>
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I know people mean well and obviously have much more experience than me. But I feel like I'm wasting time now. Go out to dinner? Waste money. Better save it for the C-section. Buy clothes for myself? Cannot fit into anything. Buy clothes for after? Fingers crossed I can lose weight. Go watch movie? Can if I can endure all her movements non-stop for 1.5 hours straight. She doesn't like loud noises. But weirdly enough, she seems immune to her baby plus.</div>
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I don't know if this is a good or bad thing. Last time, she moved around a lot to Baby plus. Now, she seems to fall asleep every time I play it. Cs and I were joking around that to get her to sleep next time, just turn on the baby plus. Now its terbalik. Every time one hour is gone, I go: <b style="font-style: italic;">oh thank God. Finally! </b>Hahha.</div>
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My very sweet friends planned a surprise birthday party for me and Charisa (one day apart) and a baby shower for me.<br />
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Winnie and I both love reading and books but Kev only reads ermm...game manuals maybe? Or anything with pictures like Archie comics. The only book he finished was probably the FHM confession sex stories book that Winnie bought. Actually we all did. :)</div>
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It was supposed to be a potluck dinner for us to sample Nancy's home cooked meal. Hahah she just got a new oven so Mary and I were sorta pestering to try her food. She made pasta bake and it was awesome btw. </div>
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But they had a surprise up their sleeve. Sneaky sneaky planned this instead.</div>
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The theme was pink. Pretty in Pink Party. Mine reads mom to be.</div>
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The once a year Kuching Festival has arrived! This year, I think one of the main attraction has to be the flower pot ice-cream.</div>
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Yep its edible and its ice-cream. I didn't get a proper photo - its in Cs' phone. But it looks like that minus the huge flower (not edible). I had vanilla flavor. The soil was mostly oreo bits and erm another flavor which I didn't know.</div>
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Its nice to go for a walk around this area in the evening. There's normally a band or some old folks singing karaoke. Also a lot of smoke from those satay stalls or I don't know what else. But still worth a trip. Oh ya this year, there seems to be a lot of fried food i.e. fried oreos and fried mars bars. Didn't try cos it didn't look tempting. Not evenly fried dough. So yea. But still worth a trip. Once a year ma.</div>
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In Dec, when I found out I was prego, I thought that Aug (my birthday month) seemed so long to go. I envisioned myself heavily pregnant going to Kch fest and celebrating my own birthday.</div>
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Can't believe the day is here already. Where has the past 9 months gone?? I have brought my big tummy to Kch fest already, tried to hold in my pee while there, ignore my back pains, sweated like a pig, and tapau-ed lots of food back.</div>
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My birthday is next week actually. Eek. Damn happy!! </div>
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Took this photo ermm last week I think or last 2 weeks.<br />
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I'm gaining weight really fast in the last trimester. Baby's growing really fast too. Just 2 days back I put on the same yellow top and was surprised at how tight it was. Weird. Didn't I just wear it last week?!<br />
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I think my baby is a light sleeper like me. Oh nooo. Whenever we go to the movies, she wriggles around non-stop for 2 hours as if telling me: <i>too loud, too loud! I'm trying to sleep here mommy.</i> Repeat: oh nooo. Cs snores!! How?!!<br />
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OR she actually really likes the loud sounds/music. Quite unlikely but there's still hope.<br />
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When I play music on my ipad/phone, she wriggles around too. But those times, I like to think she's dancing in there. She's got the moves like jagger.<br />
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Change topic again. Over Raya break, we went over to my aunt's place. You know how some people like to guess if its a boy or girl. My aunt and grandma both said (quite confidently):<i> its a boy! Must be boy!!</i><br />
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My mom actually believed them and turned to me and said: <i>why your doctor like that one? Tell you wrong gender!</i><br />
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Me (spluttering in disbelief): <i>why cannot be you all are wrong ler??! </i>(My inglish so perfect). Directly translated from mandarin.<br />
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In hindsight I sounded rude but luckily aunt found it funny phew.<br />
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Made me worried only. I bought all pink stuff ok!! So at the last scan, I asked doc again: <i>she's a girl right? </i>Doc (checks): y<i>ep confirmed girl. Nothing between her legs.</i> Phew.<br />
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To quote Kevin: <i>you sure its a girl? Maybe last time when scan still small, but now the dick grew out already. </i><br />
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Me: Dumbass.<br />
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That's my brother for you. He still says my tummy is small every other day. Just yesterday he went: <i>your belly is so small!</i><br />
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Me: Stop comparing to your own stomach!<br />
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Kev: I mean other pregnant women!<br />
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Damn regret not snapping something even more bitchy back.<br />
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My bump is useful hahaha. Cs took this photo of me balancing my Starbucks cup. Too much effort to put it back on the table so I stuck it on my bump.<br />
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And this is le husband being silly. I came out of the shower to find him laughing to himself. Idiot. Hahaa. The one on his chest is a wall light we bought to stick onto the wall. The one on his wrist is a flashlight which he tied on using my rubber bands.<br />
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Don't know if I'll have space to walk or not but no choice. I really don't want to put baby's bed with the confinement lady. At least not at first. There are a few problems though..such as, what happens when Cs' snoring wakes up baby or baby's crying will cause Cs to have no sleep as well?</div>
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I don't mind about myself cos I am prepared for the worst. Hahah. Since I'm not working for 2 months, whatever la. My sleep is not as important. I can sleep when baby is sleeping. But him? How is he supposed to sleep in the day time?</div>
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I don't know a lot of things but to the last one: no, mom is definitely not my confinement lady heheh. Its better I hope - less quarrels maybe? I foresee lots of conflicts of opinions. At least with the CL, I won't feel as guilty asking her to do things <i><b>my way</b></i> since I'm paying her.</div>
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<span style="color: blue;"><i>Wrote this post a few weeks back actually but only choosing to post now. Same reason: feels way too personal. Don't know whether to share or not. But I do still want to leave a record of this somewhere. An update, if you will. </i></span><br />
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Worrying. Constantly worrying. Trying to tell myself it could be worse. But it feels pretty bad now. And if I feel like this, how would dad be feeling?</div>
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I wish. If only wishes came true. I do believe sometimes they do. Not at the right time maybe. .but eventually.</div>
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Back story on <a href="http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2013/11/the-truth.html" target="_blank">dad's cancer here</a>.</div>
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So dad has been undergoing treatment all this time. Whenever I say that, people automatically assume chemo. Guess that's the most common treatment eh? Or surgery.</div>
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Dad did not have a surgery because believe it or not, surgery is for those whose cancer has not spread outside the prostate gland. For dad, surgery is no longer an option because it has already spread to his lymph nodes and bones. In other words, cutting off his manhood won't help. (Sorry dad).</div>
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He did not have chemotherapy too because my uncle (dad's brother) who passed away from prostate cancer had chemo and he was in a lot of pain and it didn't work. So dad is adamant. No chemo for him.</div>
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On the bright (sort of) side, there are other treatment options: hormone therapy, injections etc. These are keeping his PSA levels down (for now). Until his body (cancer) sort of adapts, or fights back, and the PSA increases, then we find other treatment options. PSA has increased recently but the more pressing problem for us now is his leg.</div>
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About sometime end of last year, dad's right foot started to swell. We didn't know what could it be and he went to different doctors to find out the cause. We didn't think it was related to the cancer at all.<br />
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What this means is that we are busy going to several different doctors, taking a lot of blood tests, ultrasounds and scans.</div>
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It started from his foot, then his calves, and now his whole right leg is swollen. It is red, huge, and starting to cause him more pain. Fuck this shit really.</div>
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A few weekends back, two guys from the medical department came to take dad's blood and our whole family's blood to check if it could be filariasis. Both times negative. Apparently according to him, the last known case in Kuching was in 1996. These cases are supposedly more common in Miri though.</div>
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For a while, when they suspected it was DVT, we were sooo worried. Because apparently the treatment plan involves injections everyday like a diabetic patient. No travelling on air planes etc and the risk is <a href="http://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/pulmonary-embolism/basics/definition/con-20022849" target="_blank">pulmonary embolism</a>. But after the ultrasound, it wasn't. Short relief. After the antibiotics and other meds didn't work, Doc was baffled too. He suggested we get tested for filariasis.</div>
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Of course, now we have found out the cause of the swelling already. Turns out his cancer has progressed. After a CT scan, we saw that his cancer has spread to his lymph nodes and this is causing the swelling in his legs. It has already spread there actually just that now its a bigger portion and causing the blockage.</div>
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Also his PSA recently increased. These are signs that its time to change course of treatment. So, we decided on radiotherapy. Dad has been and is still going for radiotherapy treatment 6 times a week now. </div>
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If you know my father, you'll know that he is a very strong man. He does not look or act his age. He exercises regularly and even though he's overweight, he looks built and sturdy more than fat. (No more exercise for weeks now already).</div>
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My dad is a fast walker ok. He leaves my mom (and everyone else) trailing behind. He's the one shouting orders at people, moving at super fast speed. Now he's limping and walking slower than me, the heavily pregnant woman. I knew how much he hated it - he was very quiet and he didn't want to go out much because of the stares and/or questions about his leg.</div>
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I think his leg swelling went down a little (dunno is it my wishful thinking or not). But its definitely less red now. *Fingers crossed very tightly here.</div>
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Countless times I have actually cried out loud suddenly: owww! And Cs gives me a look. I nod back at him and we continue our conversation normally. It is that common already.<br />
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Baby girl, you’re trying to scrape mummy’s insides raw is it? That’s what it feels like sometimes. Other times it feels like a huge wave from one side to the other (that’s when she’s turning.) Sometimes I get jabs in quick succession on one spot non stop and at another spot simultaneously. This feels like her throwing a tantrum because it must be her arms and legs flailing/kicking together. </div>
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I have felt the famous <a href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_braxton-hicks-contractions_156.bc" target="_blank">Braxton Hicks</a> contractions once so far (touch wood). It happened one night as I was lying down on the bed. Felt like my stomach was contracting. If felt like a series of tight squeezes. With every squeeze I held tightly to Cs’ hands too. Scared the hell out of him. Scared the hell out of me too (am I going into labour????!!!) Think it lasted about 5 to 10 mins before I went to toilet and checked for any bleeding. Nothing. Peed and came back to bed. Miraculously it stopped. Phew. But it was only days later did I realize hey..that must have been Braxton Hicks!</div>
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Good hair day. Showing you my backside cos I would like to think from the back you can't tell I'm prego. Took these photos on July 13. Dad's birthday dinner at Merdeka palace. Deja vu walking past VA. All those memories good and bad hahaa. </div>
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This photo not clear enough to show off tummy cos its a black dress. I hardly wear bodycon dresses but dunno why I felt like wearing it that day. Might as well flaunt the tummy when I can eh. Wore this to go to a buffet dinner some more. Damn regret - it was so tight after eating and I had to keep tugging the dress down cos it got shorter. </div>
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Just now in the lift, I met these two angmoh's. They said thank you to me when they left the lift, when all I did was press level 4 for them and hold the door open for them. I take this ride everyday, 3 times a day. Locals will most of the time: 1) ignore 2) say thank you half or less than half of the time 3) continue chatting loudly/shriek with laughter and walk out of lift still shrieking like a hyena (pest control please).</div>
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There was this elderly angmoh guy who held the door open for me. I said thank you and smiled. But his wife (I assumed she's his wife) behind him scowled at me and said: <i><span style="color: blue;">he should be opening it for me.</span></i> Me: errr... not my fault eh woman. So yea polite husband and rude wife. Baffled me.</div>
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When I just went to the U.K., I learned to be more polite. Always use please and thank you. Sometimes you have to say thank you many times in a conversation. One of the stores I worked in, to open the toilet doors, customers have to ask us staff to do it. We press a button under the counter and say "pull the door please". But honestly after the 1,056th customer of the day, I just say: pull the door (no smile). Manager walking by (whisper in my ear): please! Pull the door please! </div>
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But unfortunately, after encountering so many rude people, I slowly became one of them. I lost patience and started being rude back. Because it was easier. I still say thank you but not repeatedly anymore. Lost the "please" along the way. Lost the smiles along the way too.</div>
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Just wanted to say that after encountering those two people just now, I want to sort of reclaim it back. Make an effort to be less bitchy/rude to certain people la. If you're rude to me first then can't blame me ah.</div>
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Hello. Yet another pregnancy post yawn. That's my life now. Wake up, work, go home, rest, work, eat, sleep, work, boring. Hardly go out on weekends even. </div>
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I don’t want to sound like I’m complaining because I’m not really. I’m just trying to jot down my feelings right now at this point in time. I wonder how Nifer’s feeling these days. Hmm haven’t talked to her in ages.</div>
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Anyway. Moving on.</div>
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Comfort wise – there is no bright side. If its not neck ache, its upper back pain or lower back pain, or pain in ribs, or pain in sides, or pain in my hooha (TMI?) </div>
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I make full use of the massage chair at home and of Cs. Massage chair every night and Cs in hard to reach places (sounds wrong). </div>
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I think it would be better for me if I don’t have to sit down at work so much. Sitting down staring at the computer is contributing to my neck pains and back pains.</div>
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Size wise – getting bigger every day. Quite amazed at how much I grew. Out of sheer perversity, I take out my old dresses in my regular size and marvel at how small it is. Then try and squeeze into them, then get upset at myself for not being able to squeeze into them (psycho). Then cheer myself up again with positive thoughts. Then whine to Cs: <i><span style="color: magenta;">do you still love me/I feel fat/</span></i> (insert fake tears) Hahah joke please.</div>
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Just now during lunch time, Cs brought me to Mcd at Merdeka Mall so he can collect the Coke glass. Mehh I’m not a fan of those glasses. Why he wants them I dunno la. He thinks we can use it at the new house – quality quite good he says plus its free. Okay…if you say so. Double cheeseburger for me please. Ever since I got knocked up, I felt less guilty ordering double cheeseburger. Hehehh I need the extra calories what and stomach is only going to get bigger no matter what I eat. Bright side!</div>
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Then after Mcd, we went to Cotton On so I can stare mournfully at the clothes I cannot fit into. Hahah joke please. I did ask him can I have a reward i.e. shopping spree after giving birth when I’m back to my old size? Him: ok. We agreed on a budget and I’m happy again. This is him saying ok now..but we shall see by then. </div>
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The other day I was in a forum for prego women due in Sept. One topic stood out: what is the silliest thing you cried about recently? (due to hormones) Oh man it was sooo funny the range of answers. I particularly liked one about this woman who bought kebabs, but there was not enough cabbage on them, which she opened when she reached home. She cried then went out and bought a whole cabbage and finished it by herself HAHAH. There were many more funny answers but I can't remember them now.</div>
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For me, I don’t particularly cry over stuff. Only when I’m super tired and concern from Cs makes me cry. Just a simple: <i><span style="color: blue;">are you ok baby? </span></i>makes me cry. But that was weeks ago. Nowadays I’m back to normal (or so I like to think hehe).</div>
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OK that wasn't much of an update but its good enough for now.</div>
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So..I've been getting huge (or so I think) but apparently not as huge as I should dammit. Went for a scan and baby girl is 2 weeks behind her estimated weight. Hmph. Made me worried only and repeatedly asked doctor: <i><span style="color: blue;">what can I do? Eat more? Eat what? Do what??</span></i> I already eat, sleep, and repeat everyday! </div>
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But he assured me its not my food intake. She's getting her nutrition all right. It might just be genetics. Baby must take after Cs' side of the family cos my family side ain't small. We are all big sized and big bones. I kid you not. Everyone is tall. Females are all 170 cm and above besides me, Win and Arldalyn lol. Males are probably all 180 cm and above la. And mostly big sized. </div>
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I even told Dr. Nic: <i><span style="color: blue;">but I'm fat wor when I came out. I was 4kg!!</span></i> Yeah.. He smiled and assured me its probably genetics but he wants me to go back every 2 weeks for a check up now to make sure she's growing well.</div>
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Oh nothing. Just some light snacks. Not my proper meals la. Unhealthy I know. I eat my proper meals too. Cs brought these home for me after work. Heheh he knows his pregnant wife well. A selection in case I want ice cream, cake or coke. I already have chocolates in the fridge. That my stupid brother keeps eating I might add!!!! </div>
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I buy kit kats, he finishes them. I scold him and he buys them for me again. Then he eats them again. I scold him again. He buys them again. =.= Stealing food from a pregnant lady = bad move.</div>
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This was taken ermm..2 weeks back? I'm now 31 weeks pregnant actually. 9 more weeks to go. Eeeek. Where has the time gone???</div>
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The other day my colleague asked me: <i><span style="color: blue;">have you gotten everything ready?</span></i></div>
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Me: <i><span style="color: magenta;">ya...almost. Just have to get myself ready now.</span></i></div>
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Tell u a secret ah, I have to do no.2 when I'm scared/nervous/butterflies in my tummy. On the morning of my graduation, I had to keep running to the toilet. I'm damn scared I have to keep doing no.2 when I'm in labour. FML really. Its already really common to poop while in labour, do I need to intensify it with my anticipation? Stupid.</div>
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Change topic. Been waking up earlier to go for breakfast before work these days. I'm proud of myself and of Cs. As soon as I mention I'm hungry in bed, he leaps up and hurriedly gets ready so we can have breakfast before work. :) </div>
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Incidentally, Cs is trying to bring me out for lunch more these days so I can have more food choices. His mum is so nice. When he told her that baby girl is slim, she went: <i><span style="color: blue;">I give you money..u must bring Amy out more for lunch. Bring her to eat more good food.</span></i></div>
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This is just fatty being her usual manja self. She lay there refusing to get up cos she wants more belly rubs. I already sayang her for a good 5 minutes (I think). Then I said ok enough. Get up. And I walked away. But she lay there looking at me acting cute. So I went searching for my phone and took this photo and she still won't move. Too cute.</div>
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Because I'm longing for a vacation but cannot go or plan anywhere. Hence this post. Cannot plan anything kills me a little inside especially since this year seems to be a holiyear for parents plus sis. Le sigh.<br />
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So to continue on with my travel post from last year. Heheh I'm so slow. We took the train to JR Inari station to <a href="http://www.japan-guide.com/e/e3915.html" target="_blank">Fushimi Inari Shrine</a>.</div>
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A lot of girls in traditional wear walking around Kyoto. Such a nice sight. I wanted to try one on and take photos as well but I forgot! I forgot to consult my to-do list and thought hmm why today so free one? Haih only remembered after I saw some tourists wearing the kimono on the way back to the hotel. Then it was too late to go already. </div>
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We went to a shopping mall's food court after that! Think it was Takashimaya. I love their food court! Normally its located at the basement. We chose some food for our dinner that night. Or was it supper?</div>
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There were so many things I was clueless about pregnancy and babies. Ever since I got knocked up, I have been reading articles online, buying new books to read up on, getting information from all sources (elders and peers with experience), and so on and so forth. I even watch breastfeeding videos on how to massage and express milk already.</div>
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I like reading and absorbing knowledge - this helps. I like being prepared and being in control. This helps too. I don't like being clueless for something as important as this. I especially don't like it when people say that phrase, “<i>I never heard that before.</i>” </div>
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You never heard that before simply because you don't know about it not that it doesn't exist. Jeez. Isn't this common knowledge? Just cos you never seen a million dollars doesn't mean it doesn't exist. You've never seen God, but you believe in Him. Well, I do anyway. </div>
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I'm encountering this more and more these days. </div>
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People pour advice to you. And that’s fine if you have experience and know what you’re talking about. But if you’re single and obviously confused, then shut up. I neither want nor need your advice/concern/comments.</div>
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Its like breastfeeding. I get so defensive these days! You must breastfeed Amy! Its good for the baby and good for you!! </div>
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I don’t know why you assumed that I wasn’t going to or that I didn’t know that. Or that you felt the need to tell me.</div>
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Don’t eat tuna. Don’t eat pineapple. Don’t eat raw eggs. Don’t dye your hair. Don’t go on airplanes. Don’t walk so fast. Don’t use foul language. </div>
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I don’t know la..these people. Did you ever consider that I might actually care about my own baby too?</div>
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Just today in response to me saying breastfeeding women are not allowed to have alcohol, the other person said: <i><b>I never heard that before</b></i>. Seriously?!</div>
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The reasoning behind why nursing mothers are not allowed alcohol is this: the alcohol will still be in your system and breastmilk and thus transferred to your baby. Her tiny body is not equipped to handle alcohol i.e. her liver is tiny and immature and not working as hard as yours is to flush out the alcohol. In addition, alcohol might make your baby drowsy but they sleep for shorter periods of time. Hence more trouble for you. Unless your logic is to use alcohol to knock out your baby for a period of time.</div>
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I know that it is hard in Kuching what with confinement ladies and moms trying to feed me kachang ma, ginger, wine etc. I will take it if its small amounts in my soup/food because alcohol will be diluted somewhat after cooking. But mostly, I’m planning to ward off every argument with: but doctor says... or nurses says… </div>
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I’m THE alcoholic ok. You think if someone offers me a drink, I don’t want it ah? I’m trying to be a good mom here ok.</div>
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If you want to drink, its ok actually. Wait at least 2 hours, if you didn’t drink much (e.g. one glass), then breastfeed your child. Basically, the more drinks you have, the longer it takes for the alcohol to clear your system, and the longer you have to wait to nurse your child.</div>
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There was one woman who confessed on The Breastfeeding Advocates Network that she got drunk one night and is it ok to still breastfeed? Man you should see the comments. One single comment reading: “<i>if you’re breastfeeding why did you drink so much</i>” got as much as 70+ likes. Likewise, all the other mothers are reprimanding her etc. Of course some stood up for her la..stuff like mothers need a break too these days. One or two drinks is fine..etc. Just pump and dump for 24 hours and then its back to normal already.</div>
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Maybe I look stupid or bimbotic eh. Or it could be because most times I keep quiet rather than argue back. I always think: what’s the point? If you’re not expecting, you won’t be interested or will argue back, when I KNOW that you’re wrong. And yet you think I’m wrong. </div>
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My point is, if you don’t know what you’re talking about, shut up. I never give advice or ask people questions like: how long do you plan to breastfeed? Are you going back to work after? Can I touch your stomach? You gained weight!</div>
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So why am I getting these stupid questions? Plain curiosity maybe. But its annoying the hell out of me!</div>
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Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-77477986880207549662014-06-23T16:36:00.000+08:002014-06-23T16:36:38.315+08:00The Fault In Our Stars<div style="text-align: center;">
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I thought that it would be Hazel who died, not her boyfriend, Augustus Waters. But yeah still a good read..interesting. It made me tear up at the part where Augustus' cancer got so bad at the parking lot when he went out to buy cigarettes (he doesn't smoke - read the book yourself). Sad too because it only reminded me that dad has cancer, and sooner or later he will be gone..preferably much much later please God. </div>
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It sounded interesting what. And it was inspired by the true story of the author's friend. From Wikipedia: <span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.399999618530273px;"><i>The novel was also influenced by Esther Earl, a girl whom Green was friends with who died when she was 16 years old of thyroid cancer. </i></span></div>
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Since its daddy's day, Imma update a bit about him. He's ok - good for now. Cancer - under treatment. The plan is going well for now, please touch on wood. The ongoing problem for now is his right leg actually. Its very swollen and we've been to the doctor already to ask and take medication. He's supposed to eat less meat (not doing very well), and cut down alcohol (less whiskey, more red wine). Other than that, dad's good.</div>
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He's been travelling more often these days..on average once or twice a month I guess. I know, I'm sooo jealous. Its good cos he finally can relax a bit, not work so hard, and carpe diem - seize the day. He's been working so hard all these years and only recently he's been travelling more. So yea. Good good. Go more places.</div>
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I keep persuading him to go to Vegas (his dream) but he keeps saying the plane ride is too long. Its an accomplishment for him to go to Perth ok. Now, he's contemplating Japan, which is about 7 hours. Cool!! When I came back from Japan, I was persuading them to go: <i><span style="color: blue;">its sooo cool..u guys have to go..omg..the food! The scenery! The culture!</span></i></div>
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Btw its so weird. Do I broadcast my love for pizza that much? I've so far had a few friends come up and ask me: <i><span style="color: blue;">now that you're pregnant, do you still love pizza? </span></i></div>
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Me: <i><span style="color: blue;">hmmmm? yaa...</span></i> (I iz confused - it'll take a lot more than that for me to hate pizza ok) Baby takes after her mommy. :D</div>
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Dinner with his family is different from my family. With my family, we all sit and eat and talk together. Can still have alcoholic drinks.</div>
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But with his family, I learned so much from them. (Cs' bro has 2 kids already):</div>
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1) Its not possible for husband and wife to eat together anymore when there are kids. One person has to feed the kid or hold onto one. And switch.</div>
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2) Its not possible to sit at the same table for more than 5 mins cos kids want to walk around or want you to carry them around or they will wail/cry if you don't comply.</div>
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3) Its not possible for the entire family to eat together anymore cos two people have to take care of 2 kids. So for example, Cs' dad takes care of one first and then Cs' sis hurriedly takes over after she finishes her food. </div>
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When baby girl comes out, that makes 3 kids at the same table and another 2 adults who cannot eat and sit down together. I'm scared. Hahaha.</div>
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No need to update on my prego problems la. No one wants to know, right? You didn't want to know about the term <a href="http://community.babycentre.co.uk/post/a24507797/fanny_daggers" target="_blank"><span style="color: magenta;">fanny dagger</span></a> didja? (I just recently experienced this. Not funny!)</div>
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I complain plenty on my <a href="http://dayre.me/amysimon" target="_blank"><span style="color: magenta;">Dayre </span></a>actually. Ahem. Sorry baby but complaining helps. A little.</div>
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This is my new phone cover. Hahah. Edited the photo and sent it to mum, who was in Taiwan then. She had it made at a shop in Ximending. So fast.</div>
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I'm having fun filling up baby's drawers with her clothes and stuff. Almost full. Shit. Good or bad? Guess its good cos I'm more or less prepared now. Then the stupid dreams can stop.</div>
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I dreamed a couple times that baby came out already and omg I bought nothing yet. Nada. Zilch. And I was soo panicky in my dream. So yea, quickly crossed items off my to-do list and I'm feeling much more relaxed now. At least I got all the necessities already.</div>
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Speaking of dreams, last night I dreamed Cs got married. To whom I dunno. But I woke up mumbling: <i><span style="color: blue;">u were getting married!! U were getting married again! Cannot! Ur already married!! </span></i>Weird thing was I didn't see the girl's face in my dream. Him: <i><span style="color: blue;">ok..ok..shhhhh.</span></i>. Then, continues playing with his phone. Hmph.</div>
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Nahh one more photo for keepsake purposes. People say you gain the most weight during the third trimester. We shall see.</div>
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As of this week, I have started waking up in the middle of the nights again due to hunger (whyyyy baby whyyy mommy needs sleeeppp), and the nonstop kicking, and also waking up starving again. I already made sure I had food immediately before bedtime ok. Not starving her ah.</div>
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But I guess I gotta eat more to keep up with her growth for now. Baby is about 1 kg now, the size of a <a href="http://www.babycenter.com/slideshow-baby-size?slideNumber=26" target="_blank">large eggplant</a>. Says babycenter.</div>
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Last time you had butterflies in your stomach? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Don't remember..actually quite recently but I don't remember why.</span></div>
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What was your last alcoholic beverage? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">I had a sip of Cs' beer last weekend. :X</span></div>
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Who can you trust?</div>
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Where was your first kiss with your current significant other? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Don't really remember..probably at my house.</span></div>
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Favorite Band?</div>
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What is something you've learned about yourself recently? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Gawd I'm boring..duno la..nothing new.</span></div>
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Do you like anyone?</div>
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<span style="color: blue;">As in a crush? Nope. Happily married.</span></div>
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Do you know anyone who is engaged? </div>
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What's your favorite number?</div>
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Who was the last person to make you cry?</div>
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Did you ever go to camp as a kid? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Camp Permai counted? In Primary 6. It was compulsory for 3 nights I think. It was fun!</span></div>
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When was the last time you cried? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Not too long ago. Last week?</span></div>
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What is one thing you miss about your past? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Being able to travel whenever I want. Younger. More carefree. My health.</span></div>
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What is one thing you've learned about life? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Don't take it too seriously. Off the top of my head. No la. Life is serious. But have to have plans at least or you'll wake up one day 50 and regretting stuff like not taking better care of your health when you were younger, or not saving enough money and living paycheck to paycheck.</span></div>
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Are you jealous of anyone? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">I'm jealous of anyone who's going to holiday or is on holiday. I'm jealous of people who can work from home and take care of their kids. I'm jealous of people who don't need to work and can afford to stay home goyang kaki. Heheh.</span></div>
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Is anyone jealous of you?</div>
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<span style="color: blue;">I doubt it. But then grass is always greener on the other side eh?</span></div>
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Has a friend ever used you?</div>
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Has anyone recently told you that they like you more than as a friend?</div>
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<span style="color: blue;">No..the growing stomach discourages that.</span></div>
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Who was the last person you drove with? </div>
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What are you looking forward to?</div>
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<span style="color: blue;">September! Or 5pm. :)</span></div>
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When was the last time you swam in a pool? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Couple of months back when we stayed in Riverside or was the last time in KL? Forgot.</span></div>
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Do you like to party? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">With the right people, yes. </span></div>
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Describe the shirt you're wearing? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Black loose tank top from cotton on. I gotta go get more of the same style.</span></div>
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What is one feature film that you don't like? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Dunno.</span></div>
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Would people describe you as happy? </div>
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Does it bother you if people swear around you? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">No la. </span></div>
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Do you prefer Wednesdays or Thursdays? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Thurs cos its closer to the weekend.</span></div>
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Like to travel? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Correction. Love to travel.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">To an extent, yes.</span></div>
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Are or were you a good student? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">I was an ok student.</span></div>
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Are you currently happy? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Hmm yes. TGIF.</span></div>
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Colored or black-and-white photo? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Both. </span></div>
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Do you consider yourself the life of the party? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Nope...</span></div>
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Do you drink? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Yes.</span></div>
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Do you make fun of people? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Yes. Hahah..</span></div>
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Do you think dreams eventually come true? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">If you work hard, it might.</span></div>
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Favorite fictional character? </div>
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Go to the movies or rent? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Movies.</span></div>
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Have you ever moved? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Yes.</span></div>
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Have you ever stolen anything? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Yes.</span></div>
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How's the weather right now? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Cloudy..haih these questions are damn boring.</span></div>
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Last time you cut your hair? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">In KL.Regretted it. Fuckin expensive for something that doesn't look like much of a difference.</span></div>
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Last person you talked to on the phone? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Cs. Yawn.</span></div>
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Last time you showered? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">This morning. Yawn.</span></div>
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Loud or soft music? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Moderate.</span></div>
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McDonalds or Burger King? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Mcd burgers, BK fries.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Night</span></div>
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Number of pillows? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">2 - one on my head and one long maternity pillow that's taking up so much space. </span></div>
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Piano or guitar? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Both. I used to learn organ. Forgot almost everything by now. </span></div>
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Current longing? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">My bed.</span></div>
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Current disappointment? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">This meme.</span></div>
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Current annoyance? </div>
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Last thing you ate? </div>
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Last thing you bought? </div>
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Pick a lyric, any lyric or a song...</div>
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Pick a movie quote...</div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Life is like a box of chocolates...you never know what you're gonna get.</span></div>
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Do you have another window or tab open? If so, what are they for? </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Tab. </span><a href="http://www.proudduck.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: magenta;">Proudduck</span></a><span style="color: blue;">. You read her blog? She's funny..go read.</span></div>
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Do you like to cook/bake? </div>
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What are you currently listening to? </div>
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How long have you lived in the house you live in? </div>
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Are you tired? </div>
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Do you pick your words carefully, or just tend to blurt everything out? </div>
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Are you nice to everyone? </div>
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Have you ever tripped in public? </div>
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Are you a morning person or a night person? </div>
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Is it easier to forgive or forget? </div>
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Is there something that’s recently shocked you? </div>
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Which is harder: walking away from somebody you love or coming back? </div>
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What were you doing at midnight last night? </div>
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What color are your eyes? </div>
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Yesterday in the office, I had one hand on my tummy as she practiced her flips and kicks, and I felt a huge wave. I knew she had turned from my right to left. It was surreal I tell you. It was also suck-in-your-breath-try-not-to-cry-out-painful. It felt like a wave from one side to the other. I call it the tsunami.</div>
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Yesterday when I'm lying down on my bed, she did one of her painful flips and I was too scared to move. Seriously I think my pain tolerance is quite low la! I asked Cs to look down at my stomach. I know and can feel a hard bulge where her head or leg is. It bulges out at one spot. Weird. For Cs, its always a proud moment. Every time I relate one story to him, he'll be all: <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: blue;">baby girl lihai..so smart. Good girl. Daddy loves you</span></span><b style="font-style: italic;">. </b>Complete with lots of kisses and pats. =.= I guess we know who's gonna spoil his daughter in the future.</div>
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Heyy. I only bought a packet of skittles and eclipse what. Not that bad.You should see me at Ta Kiong standing at the chocolates aisle, looking at ice cream, filling my basket with junk food then taking it out. Or else walking by trying to ignore the chocolates calling out to me.</div>
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So I put one hand on my stomach hoping to convey to the woman that I'm pregnant - baby wants that ah. I'm not just fat.</div>
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As I get closer to the third trimester (yikes! where did all the time go??), I'm experiencing more back pains these days. Every morning I wake up with back aches or neck or shoulder aches. Boo.. I know pregnant women are supposed to sleep on the left side and its more comfy for me. But its not comfy for her apparently. Like last night, as soon as I turn on my sides, she won't stop moving till I go back on my back. Which makes my back ache. Oh well.<br />
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Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-13897118255564449612014-05-30T16:46:00.002+08:002014-05-30T16:46:55.236+08:00Life these days updates x12344<div style="text-align: center;">
Some photos I posted on Dayre already and some not yet. I just want to keep this blog updated still. But most times I don't know what to write about. Its like Shirley asking me: how are you? Me: the same. Eat, sleep, work, repeat. Boring. :)<br />
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This was from his birthday on the 22nd. Didn't do much..he went to play badminton on the actual day. I encouraged him to go cos its his first love. But he was feeling guilty or torn I think for not spending time with me. Found a note he left me before he went out. Hahah. Sweet nya. Sorry we're so clingy yeah..I'm also wondering when this would change lol.<br />
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Its been 6 years since we started dating and 12 years since we became friends. He's still my favorite person to do nothing and everything with hehe.</div>
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Took this pic to show off the cup. He bought that glass cos it looks interesting. Basically if there's water inside, it won't stop changing lights. Maybe its good for kids eh? </div>
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Kids was the last thing on his mind when he bought it though. He wanted it himself. I was hoping to prank Eli or Winnie. Hope Winnie don't see this post yet so I can ask her pour me a glass of water and watch her reaction. :D</div>
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This cake is here as a reminder to myself to stop eating so much desserts hahah. My weight went up 2 more kg the other day and as soon as I saw the scale, my mind sort of blanked out and all I thought of was whining to Cs. Sorry. </div>
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This was my meal while watching Thomas Cup finals. Pizza is my weakness. So are little baby girl shoes. Oh mann have you seen how cute they are?? Especially if they are attached to fat chubby legs like these:</div>
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So I went for a scan today. Wasn't due for one till next week actually but I have sore throat and tonsilitis. Didn't seem like manuka honey and gargling with listerine will cure it this time. So, off to Dr Nicholas we went. He gave me some antibiotics. All is well now.</div>
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I asked more questions today. At the past few appointments, I have been quite quiet. It seems like I get most of my answers from Babycenter and the internet. Plus it seemed to early to ask about epidural and labour charges yet.<br />
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Back to topic. Nifer mentioned that her due date is on 30 Aug. She's afraid if 31 Aug (public holiday), it'll cost double. I didn't know about that so asked doctor today too. He said for normal birth - normal price. Ceasarean - yes to pay the staff to come in. So it'll cost about RM 300-500 more for the total procedure.</div>
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I asked under what circumstances will I have to have an emergency C-section? He said if baby is in distress, poops inside me after the water bag bursts, I start bleeding, or contractions and very underway and my cervix is not opening. Reason why its not opening might be because of the way baby is facing. Or is in breech position. All of these are reasons.</div>
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1) Baby girl finally showed us her face today. Yes, she's shy and very active. Forever hiding from us. Lifting her arm over her face, moving about. First thing we all noticed was how high/sharp her nose was. I noted that it looks fake. Hahah of all the things to say. Doc says she has the highest nose he has ever seen in babies. Cs and I were squeezing each other's hands trying not to look too proud or happy. Heheh. Doc took a look at us both and said: she looks like you (me!). And when I thought my smile couldn't be any more wider, he said: she's going to be a pretty girl! :DDD Obviously he probably said that to all parents la but still its nice to hear for the first time. Touch wood cos I'm superstitious now.</div>
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2) Baby girl is very active moving around happily. Since I could feel her moves/squirms/rolls/kicks now, I could feel her movement as we watched her on screen. Quite surreal. Especially in 3D/4D. I see her moving on screen and at the same time I could feel her moving inside me. She's growing well...her weight and measurements are all good. </div>
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1) Placenta hasn't shifted up yet. I asked doc for comparison images with last month's scan. It looks exactly the same le sigh. Its covering my cervix entrance/exit which means that I can't give birth naturally for now. Assuming the placenta doesn't move by the time I go into labour, I have to have a C-section. Under normal circumstances, a C-section isn't that big a deal. Still a surgery but fairly common.</div>
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But according to Doc, I'm not a normal circumstance. If he performs the surgery, he has to cut into the placenta (to get to the baby), which would cause bleeding. Placenta is her lifeline - she gets nutrients and oxygen through my placenta. Cutting it would mean alot of bleeding, which would harm both of us. Too much bleeding and blood transfusion might mean that I could not even give birth at BMC. Have to go to GH to give birth. Argh.. hate this. </div>
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I'm trying not to worry so much yet because the placenta still has time to move up. I'm 23 weeks now. I have plenty of time for my belly to grow bigger, and hopefully it'll shift the placenta up a little bit. Just 2-3 cm is fine. And natural birth here we go. </div>
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I asked doc what is going to happen if choi choi choi I go into early labour and my placenta hasn't moved up, he said he's going to explain everything and provide me with all the details when the time comes. If baby is below 2 kg, I have to go to GH anyway. No point cos no incubator in BMC. FU please. Why not? </div>
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Anyway. I'm trying not to worry too much now or wallow in self pity. For now, one step at a time.</div>
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Its ok for me mostly. I have a feeling I'll still be fine. I'll survive. But on bad days, and seeing the worry on Cs' face, it throws me a lil bit I admit. Then I'll be thinking: why don't I get to be normal like some women? Why some women so lucky? Mehh..I don't even like thinking this way. Self pity. Not nice.</div>
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Helloo. So it's my Cs' birthday eve today. Original plan was to go to Damai Central straight after work but it looks like it's going to rain. Poor fella cannot eat his or chien anymore. Heheh see first. Poor guy also had to go pick up his own birthday cake cos I'm at work plus no car. </div>
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How many people do you know who share the exact same birth date as you? Maybe not same year but same date la. For him, 22 May. He has so far met two other people with the same birthdate. Different years though. One younger, and one older. </div>
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Me, I had a classmate with the exact same birthday. Same year too. Such a coincidence. She sat in front of me in F3 too. She's now a mom with two kids..we didn't keep in touch. Just got each other's Facebook.</div>
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I wanted to do something special for his 30th but in the end, all we have planned so far is: a dinner tonight. Tomorrow its going to be his badminton night plus celebration with those buddies, one of whom has the same birthday as him. We were supposed to celebrate last weekend, but Saturday was a regular date night. I guess this is celebration enough in Kuching. </div>
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If I wan't prego, I would surprise him with a trip somewhere though. Le sigh. But I am prego, so oh well. No more travelling allowed. Baby girl's gonna be our gift this year. I'm wondering if she'll pop out on my birthday haha. </div>
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Just the other day, I was asking him, if I'm not pregnant, where would we go this year? Next trip on our list? Europe! Save money the whole year and go on holiday! But then if we didn't have baby girl, we would be wayy more excited planning for our new house. Notice how I don't talk about it much. Priorities have changed.</div>
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I think I'm a typical <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/01/13/are-you-a-type-a-or-type-_n_4549312.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Type A </span></a>personality. I read, research, control, and plan everything. Impulsive, impatient and stubborn. Forget being relaxed ok. Slow people annoy me. Hahah sorry. Just being honest.</div>
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I got him a watch for his birthday. He has wanted one for years. For the past few months, we have been walking into almost every watch shop we see to try watches on. Woe is me. Finally <i>finally </i>we found one that suits him!</div>
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I'm feeling a little guilty of not pampering or spoiling him rotten for his birthday seeing as he's catering to most of my needs these days. Guilty max. He's been massaging my neck/shoulder/back almost every night cos I'm aching all the time. Woke up in the middle of the night cos my back hurts. Couldn't find a comfortable spot but managed to fall asleep in the end before I got too irritated with myself. =.=</div>
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I think its cos I can't lie on my left side for too long cos my arm will start to hurt. So I lie on my back and right side still. For me, I think the lying on my back part hurts my back. Baby girl's growing big and she's getting heavy - pressed onto my back. I'm only 6 months pregnant. Can't imagine the sleepless nights at 9 months. Scared. =.= </div>
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Nahh..a good comparison photo. Was my stomach ever that flat? I find it hard to believe now. I feel larger than I look. Hahah. If you notice, its the same denim shorts but it used to be loose. I can't button it up now. In fact, I often walk around with my skirt or shorts unbuttoned even in the office. Just that my large baggy top/sweater hides it well. :) </div>
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We took this photo at a diner inside Universal Studios Japan. I still remember what we ate (burger and beer), the atmosphere inside there (Marilyn Monroe was walking around), and most of all, how happy we were that day. Happy times. </div>
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Our pampered princess turned 4 on 16 May. Its actually the date we brought her back home 4 years ago. Damn time flies!! That little girl brought so much joy and laughter to our house. Especially for mum and Eli cos they spend so much time with her at home.</div>
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We decided to get her a cake. Yes, she can't eat chocolates. So we gave her the cheese part only. Just a bit. But we did sing her a birthday song and lit the candles for her. Plus she received lots of extra cuddles and walks that day hahaa.</div>
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Mum and Kev are actually in Taiwan now. We sent them photos and videos and within 10 mins or so it seems, mom posted a photo of her new phone cover on FB. Its a photo of Cherrie in dad's arms. So fast! She captioned it: happy birthday my baby! Hahah guess mum's missing her princess too.</div>
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I posted this on Dayre just now but I'll say it again. I'm worried about possible diabetes at the rate I'm going. I keep wanting to eat/drink sweet stuff. =.= Scared. Scared of a hyperactive child. Scared of diabetes. Scared of being fat.</div>
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Last night after dinner I dragged Cs to Mcd drive through for an Oreo Mc flurry. Shared one and when I finished scraping all the ice-cream at the bottom and sides, I turned to him and said: <i>not enough...</i></div>
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Him: <i>.....har? Did I eat too much?</i></div>
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I just kept quiet. Which means yes! Hahah. Greedy much.</div>
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Mmmmhmmmm tell me about it. That's me. I haven't stepped on my treadmill for about two months now (me thinks).</div>
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Made this for Cs' supper one night. I'm looking for easy recipes that I can make at night for him. I kinda miss cooking. </div>
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This is an easy adaption from Kampungboycitygal's Dayre. </div>
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I used 2 cloves of garlic finely chopped. Fry it till golden brown with some oil. Add in one diced tomato. Add in chopped hot dog/ham/mushroms whatever you want to add in. I added in some carrots too cos I'm sneaky like that. </div>
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When its slightly browned, add in pasta sauce (from the jar). I added about 1-2 spoons full only with some water cos my ham is actually smoked ham so its salty already plus I was gonna add a slice of cheese on top. Add in water if you want and pepper. Taste as you go. Can add mixed herbs or rosemary if you want but Winnie said no need..cos the pasta sauce from the jar has enough taste already.</div>
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Pour the whole thing into a ramekin. Make a hole in the middle and crack in a whole egg. Into the oven for 20 mins at 180 degrees. The egg will be almost cooked by then. If you want half cooked eggs, less time in the oven for you. Add a slice of cheese on top and 5 mins more in the oven. Toast a slice of bread and use it to mop up your sauce. Yum. </div>
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This is an easy enough recipe for night time supper or breakfast, I suppose. Not too much preparation or washing up to do. </div>
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OK bye. Update next time.</div>
Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-30902370717673538052014-05-16T13:36:00.000+08:002014-05-16T13:36:25.807+08:00The rooftop<div style="text-align: center;">
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The other day Cs and I were somewhere looking at the rooftop of some building. You can't expect me to remember the details now (baby brain) but I suddenly thought of life some years back.</div>
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One night years ago, I climbed onto the rooftop of the house we lived in together with a Japanese guy, a Polish guy, and I think two rather annoying girls I didn't like. From where I don't remember. Slovakia? For no apparent reason, we took a ladder and climbed onto the rooftop of the 3-storey house. Beers in hand and a radio. Laid out a cloth and sat there drinking and talking. </div>
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I had almost forgotten about this. It seems like a lifetime away, and in a way, I guess it really was.</div>
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I vaguely remember glimpses of that night. It was quite cold, the rooftop was quite dusty, and I noticed some beer cans lying about and remember thinking then that this wasn't his first time up there. </div>
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As I described that night to Cs, I told him about how I used to finish my beers and walk the streets alone at night and call him on the phone (back in Kuching). Even then when he found out I'm alone, he would make me go back home. How irresponsible of me. How dangerous. How foolish. I guess its true eh. You're more daring during your youth. Or I guess "stupid" is the right word.</div>
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As me to do that now? No thanks.</div>
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