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(Not so)little bub turned 20 weeks two weeks ago in utero. I was SO nervous before the scan, hoping quietly that all would be ok, especially since I wasn’t gaining much weight.

As soon as the doctor placed the probe on me, we could immediately see bub wriggling away in there. I could see the feet clearly, and had to stop myself from squealing, but unfortunately the hubs couldnt see what it was. I wonder if he would recognize an elephant if I placed one in front of him.ย  ๐Ÿ˜›

The doctor monitored the heart and head the most, and he mumbled that all was ok with bub. He’s a strange, eccentric doctor this one, but apparently the best in scans throughout Modena. My primary gynaecologist is a different lady doctor, but even she directed me to this doctor, let’s call him Dr.M for my scans. Apparently practically the whole of Modena sees him for scans. Man, he must be sleeping on a nice bed of moolah. Our 15 minute scan cost us EUR200.

Anyway, so much for Dr.M. All I care about is bub. As at week 20, I had gained about 2kg, and was hovering at about 49-50kg. I asked him about it, and he said that it’s fine as long as bub is growing well.

“UGH…PAPARAZZI!”

 

๐Ÿ˜€ Check out that arm covering the face. Bubs was in a normal lying position, but when the doctor prodded my tummy further to get a clearer view, bub instinctively raised an arm and covered the face! How cute is that.

 

The doctor persisted and prodded my belly even more, much to hubs chagrin, as he was worried that the doctor would hurt bubs (HAH what about the mommy whose tummy is being poked on, no one cares about the mommy anymore). And we were greeted with this:

 

 

It looks like a Let’s PARTAYYYY kinda pose, what with both arms above the head doesn’t it ๐Ÿ˜‰ย But then I realized that’s pretty much how I sleep, with both arms above my head. Maybe bubs takes after me in that aspect. But from what we can see, bubs has the hubs nose with a high bridge. I have a button nose, and I doubt a button nose would show up prominently like bubs.

 

On a different note, I’m happy to report that this is ONE ACTIVE baby I’m carrying. I feel strong movements when I’m hungry, when I’ve just eaten, when I’ve drank something cold, and also when I change positions while sleeping. That’s pretty much movements ALL the time. In fact I feel the bumpity bumps right as I write this. Sometimes I worry I’m squashing bub when I’m sleeping, and I do try to make a conscious effort to sleep on my left side. But the back aches too much and I have to switch positions after some time.

 

As I write this, I am at Week 22, and am at 51 kgs after all that eating in Germany. Our trip to Germany was LOVELY. I ate so much and was sooooo glad to have had lamb almost everyday. It’s my favourite and unfortunately lamb is hard to come by in Modena.

 

Bubs is behaving and not making me crave for anything else thus far, and I couldn’t be happier. Craving for something and not getting it is TORTURE. I still have my stock of rootbeer in the fridge, and am cauuuuutiously consuming it for fear of a sugar overdose. Ironic though, that it’s the hubs who would eagerly offer to open a bottle for me. We all know why, don#t we ๐Ÿ˜‰

 

My next doctor’s appointment should be at the end of July, but I’m in no hurry to see herย since bub’s all fine and dandy. I just might postpone it to August instead. We’ll see.

 

In the meantime, what does bub look like to you? A girl or a boy? Go on and take a guess ๐Ÿ˜‰

 

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A quick post for posterity’s sake ๐Ÿ˜‰

 

 

The little Lamaze toy is from hub’s ex-colleagues/friends from Singapore who were visiting Italy a couple of weeks ago. We drove them to Verona and Mantova, and baby received his/her first gift ever.

 

The little white Benetton top was something that the hubs and I simply couldn’t resist getting. The bling font was just too adorable to pass up.ย I just love whiteย on babies. This top is officially the first item that hubs and I have purchased for bubs ๐Ÿ™‚

 

 

 

 

Look at what I got from New York ๐Ÿ˜‰

9 bottles of A&W rootbeer.

One bottled immediately chilled in the freezer when the hubs got home, and downed in this 36 degree celcius heat, tasted just.absolutely.divine.

Oh, I got me some items from Sephora too, a Bobbi Brown foundation and some Clinique moisturizer. Would have been better if I had gotten that Nars blusher. ๐Ÿ˜›ย  And who cares about Coach bags when Prada from Milano is just like a hop and skip 2 hours away from my house. Ahem. ๐Ÿ˜‰

The sister and brother-in-law arrive from Malaysia in 2 days time, and she’s got some Super Ring snacks for me YUMS. We leave for a trip to Germany on Wednesday and get home on Sunday. I hope the weather’s cooler there than it is in sweltering hot Modena.

Now that I’ve gotten my oh-so-elusive root beer, I hope the cravings stay far, far away. I have been thinking about asam laksa lately, but so far, I’ve managed to keep it off my mind. Fingers crossed ๐Ÿ˜‰

 

A quick update. Don’t worry, it’s not gonna be a snarly one. The hubs has been away for the past 3 weeks. He’s in Peru and today he flies to the States for work, so hey, if he’s not gonna hear me rant, this blog will! ๐Ÿ˜‰

 

I’m at the end of week 19 of this pregnancy, and on Tuesday, I hit 20 weeks which is officially HALFWAY through the pregnancy journey.

 

OMG. Where did all the time go????

 

I have been having heartburn lately, and it seems to be getting worse. When it first started, I used to down some milk whenever I felt that burning sensation in my chest, and it worked. But now, it doesn’t work anymore ๐Ÿ˜ฆ It really is the most uncomfortable thing. I’m trying not to resort to antacids to relieve this, and I hope it doesn’t worsen else I just might cave.

 

What else, ah yes, the dreaded backache. I really feel like an old woman now. I wrote in one of my previous posts about my tail bone (coccyx) pain that I used to have as a teenager. Now I feel it again, and what’s scarier, each time I stand up after being seated, I feel this “click” like sensation at the coccyx, almost as if the bone’s coming “loose”. Scary I tell ya.

 

I have been having the weirdest dreams too. I tend to dream a lot of my late dad, and these dreams are usually quite warm and pleasant. The other day I dreamt that papa and I were in my clunky old car, and papa was driving, and as we approached a traffic light, it turned orange, and quickly turned red. Papa went all pedal to the metal (learnt this term from my cousin Mark :P) while grinning. We beat the red traffic light, and I was chiding papa, and he was laughing, and next thing we knew, a policeman stopped us and slapped us with a saman (summons/ticket). Papa laughed it off saying, “Aiya, saman only lah!”. ๐Ÿ™‚ I dreamt of our fishing trips too many times. One of my best loved school holiday activities back then was going fishing with papa. He’d bring us to the weirdest spots, like some clear river in the middle of an oil palm plantation and we’d be all ready with pails and rods and worms for bait. Don’t forget the worms! How many girls you know aren’t squeamish with earthworms ๐Ÿ˜‰ Well, sis and I weren’t. We’d pour soap water in our backyard and then frantically dig the soil to find the wriggly worms.

 

Yesterday though, I had a scary dream. I dreamt of Dobby, that not exactly cute character from Harry Potter. Except in this dream, there were 5-6 Dobbies, and they were all dead and rotting, and floating around in a room around me. I could see the flesh putrefying on it’s body and I was just stuck in that room, petrified and helpless.

 

I am usually a very “rigid” sleeper. In fact, when I was a kid, I was told that I freaked my sister out many a time due to my corpse like position when I sleep. Hands clasped together while I sleep on my back. And I wouldn’t toss and turn. At all. Now, it’s a totally different story. I realized I have been rolling around in bed so much as it has gotten SO HARD to sleep. Well, since the hubs isn’t here, it isn’t too bad. When he comes home, he and I are both gonna have a tough time sleeping!

 

On a different note, the sister and the brother in law arrives in Europe in a couple of days for their honeymoon. They will be following the hubs and me to a friend’s wedding in Germany before spending a few days in Modena. I have yet to clean out the guest room, and the whole house is a mess. I hate sorting through all my clothes, as I have to put away all the winter/spring clothes and keep away the summer clothes that I can’t fit into (almost all!). That means I have to put away almost ALL my clothes, and it’s such a nuisance.

 

I am itchy to do so many things at once, but I realize once I start something I get really tired quickly and then I tend to abandon whatever I’m doing and lie down to read/rest/nap. I’ve been wanting to bake, but there isn’t anyone apart from me to eat the baked goodies! Besides, although my appetite has returned, I am still quite averse to many foods and just seeing those things in my kitchen tends to make me go all Blearghhhh and there goes my cooking/baking plans. For some reason, I can’t stand pasta! I’m practically living on bread and rice and other sources of protein for nutrition. My weight, sigh, my weight, has barely gone up 2 kilos, and here I am at 5 months of pregnancy. I have my bigย 20 week fetal anomaly scan coming up next week, and I *PRAY* that everything goes well, and bubs is a good size.

 

Can you believe it, I’m tired already after writing this entry. I feel like a real grandma I tell you! “I need to nap now”.

 

 

P.s. : To the hubs who may be reading this, please get me my A&W rootbeer from the States. I don’t need Coach bags, or perfume or cosmetics from Sephora, just ONE BIG BOTTLE of rootbeer.

 

P.P.S: To the ladies who are reading this, please comment/tell my other half how it’s a MUST for women to get their husbands to buy them Coach and goodies from Sephora in the US, and that he’s ONE LUCKY dude to be having me ask for JUST A ROOTBEER ๐Ÿ˜› Kthxbye.

 

1. Sometimes, all it takes is a little EFFORT.

2. “Medication” can make you feel better, but “medication” can also kill you.

3. “Corny” is good. Only when it is the edible kind. Not the joke kind.

4. What does not kill you makes you stronger. I was almost “killed” before. I am stronger than most people think.ย Non dimenticare mai.

5. Bad tempers all around, tsk tsk. Ironic how it’s NOT from the pregnant woman ๐Ÿ˜‰

6. So I am a SAHW. Got a problem with that? Deal with it.

7.ย If you call yourself educated, act and think like one.

8. I refuse to be dragged into anyone’s self-made web of negativity and crappiness.

9. I am a better person now. Thanks to that little person inside of me ๐Ÿ™‚ย Can you say the same about yourself?

10. When I look back, 20 years from now dear bub, I will have no regrets.

 

 

 

I’ve been advised against writing ranty posts, but heck care, I’ll write what I want, when I want.

 

Been feeling absolutely crappy today. All in all, I’d say this has been a good pregnancy thus far, I am usually upbeat, cheerful and happy – rather uncharacteristically me ๐Ÿ˜›

 

Apart from the dreadful first few weeks where I had all-day sickness, I’ve been relatively free of mood swings, bad tempersย and tantrums which are said to be very common in pregnancies due to all the changing hormones. I think the hubs has got off easily in this aspect ๐Ÿ˜›

 

However,ย the reason I have been feeling miserable is this : Food. Yes, those pregnancy cravings. I know for a fact that I have been trying with all my might NOT to think of food, and when an urge for a certain food hits me, I try to brush it off as much as I can. The first craving that hit me was at the end of my first trimester. I wanted rendang so badly, and having no ingredients for making rendang, I brushed the thought off. Till about 11pm at night. I was grouchy as heck and I finally went to the kitchen and made chicken curry instead and told myself “this is rendang, it tastes just like rendang” x100000 times.

 

Then onwards, no cravings hit. Except for the occasional love for green apples + asam (best combo EVAR), nothing major hit me. Till last week. I wanted root beer. Bah, just plain ol’ rootbeer you say? Grab it at the supermarket you say? Well, get this, THERE AIN’T NO FRIGGING ROOTBEER HERE. I’m not even asking for the icy cold ohhhh sooooo yummy A&W rootbeers. I’d be plenty happy with just a CAN of any generic rootbeer. But naa-ahhh. You can’t find rootbeer in Italy. Not where I am anyway. I googled it, and realized that rootbeer is simply not something that you find in Italy, unless you’re lucky enough to be living in a big city that has one of those supermarket selling foreign, imported items. So what did I do? I bought a can of Coke light to placate myself (you know, to CONVINCE myself that it tastes like rootbeer). This time it didn’t work. I took one sip and poured the rest into the toilet bowl. Did you know that Coke is so corrosive that some people actually use it to clean toilets. I digress.

 

Coke –> Rootbeer, FAIL.

 

And then today, of all the friggin things in the world, I couldn’t get CHUKA HOTATE off my mind. For the uninitiated, chuka hotate is basically marinated scallop frills served cold in Japanese restaurants. I never fail to order this when I’m at a Japanese restaurant.

 

 

Or, it could come like this:

 

 

To try to get rid of the images of chuka hotate off my mind, I ate two slices of bread + peanut butter, an apple, a glass of milk, 2 chocolate chip cookies. Nope, it was still at the back of my head. And that was at 10am in the morning. At about 3pm, I had lunch. I ate a place of rice with potatoes+peas+minced meat+acar (Indian pickles). I was full. I still am. But what’s on my mind? C H U K Aย  H O T A TE!

 

&%#!)#$

 

And no. The lousy Japanese restaurants here don’t have it. Japanese food here = SASHIMI, raw fish, soba, that’s all thank youverymuchpleasecomeagainOMGIWANNAKILLYOU.

 

Then in hopes of cheering myself up, I watched Everybody Loves Raymond on DVD. It never fails to cheer me up. Except today. Oh God, I hope its not an omen or God forbid a SIGN. SOBS.

 

This episode had Debra who was pregnant with twins annoucing to the family that they were expecting twin boys. Raymond’s mother is so happy, she tells Debra to “eat all you want, dear, because if a pregnant woman doesn’t get to eat what she wants, then the baby will get a birthmark the shape of the food she craved for”.

 

It sure opened the floodgates. I sobbed my eyes out, simply feeling sorry for myself, and for little bub. I’m sorry little bub, mommy tried, but this town doesn’t have anything. ANYTHING. Please don’t get a birthmark the shape of chuka hotate or a rootbeer can, or anything resembling the letters A and W.ย I promise you I’ll eat/drink all those things when we get back to Malaysia ok?

 

Feeling miserable is an understatement. Not only am I feeling miserable, I’m also feeling a little scared.

 

Sigh. Gimme a break already. I’m not even craving for unreasonable things like say, durian, or foie gras, or beggar’s chicken or sharksfin soup.

 

Just chuka hotate. And rootbeer.

 

 

 

 

 

*all images courtesy of Google

 

Dear baby,

I was supposed to write about my trip to Salzburg, Austria, but I guess you have become my first priority these days. Moreover, I can’t seem to resize my pictures on my wonky laptop, so we’ll just have to wait for daddy to come home to fix it (or just pinjam his laptop for a while). Right now, as I write this, I am at week 17, going into Week 18.

I was considering a gazillion times whether or not to post a picture of my bump in here, as I am quite the stickler for privacy, and well, mommy’s no supermodel. I’ve not posted any pictures of myself in this blog, not my face anyway, and this would be the first one. I chose this coz it isn’t too clear anyway ๐Ÿ˜›

That’s you in my belly at 16 weeks. The picture was taken on 7th June 2011. I am flabbergasted at how nature works. Though my belly is now showing, I have not put on a single kilo since my prepregnancy weight! Where did that bump come from??? I have been trying to eat more this week in hopes of seeing an increase in my weight, but no success thus far. My gynae says that it’s ok, and I shouldn’t be too worried about it as long as I’m eating and not losing weight! You know, baby, I might regret this whole wanting to put on weight thing once I further along in the pregnancy and feeling like a whale, and looking like one. So, when that day comes, I’m gonna dig up this post and bang my head on the wall. Haha.

Today, 19th June 2011, on Father’s Day, I felt a real, unmistakble strong KICK/THWACK in my belly. I take it as my first REAL kick/nudge from you, although you’ve been making some pretty unmistakable groovy moves in there since week 14 onwards.

Last week at Dr.Vecchi’s appointment, I saw you on screen and what was most amazing was I saw you lying quietly in there, and when Dr.Vecchi prodded my belly around to get a better look at the screen, I saw you raise your arm and cover your face! That, dear baby, was astounding. I guess you were feeling irritated in there, and your reflexes got you shielding your face. I’m sure you can now close your ears in irritation too when daddy sings you hear loud noises.

Mommy wants to say thank you for not making her puke so much anymore. The once or twice a week throwing up is MUCH better than the all-day, everyday throwing up horror that was the first trimester. However, mommy’s starting to get backaches, specifically on her tail bone (coccyx) which worries her as she had a bad, bad episode when she was in Form 5, in school. The pain was so bad then that your late grandpa had to take mommy to the orthopaedic surgeon and mommy had to endure an embarassing painkiller injection right at her tailbone. Now be a good little baby and try not to give mommy too much discomfort ok?

Daddy and I have been doing SO MUCH research and reading on baby development, baby items etc that mommy’s getting a little overwhelmed. Last week, we went to three different baby shops to look up specifications and prices of strollers and car seats. It’s just mind boggling! Mommy has been dilligently reading up reviews, emailing suppliers (in Germany!) and daddy has been watching Youtube clips on how these strollers function. We narrowed down our choice of strollers to the Bugaboo Cameleon, the Stokke Xplory and the Concord Neo. Bugaboo has these wonderful colours, and so does Stokke with their high position seating advantage, and the Concord offers the best of German sturdiness and practicality and looks pretty good to boot. Right now, we’re waiting for daddy to come back from his trip to Peru and then mommy and daddy will visit another shop or two outside of Modena before we finally make our decision / purchase. Over here, things need to be bought/ordered much earlier in advance as everyone goes on vacation at the end of July and August and stock would be impossible to get then. People may think that mommy’s doing things too early on, but heck care, mommy would rather be prepared earlier than be rushing at the last minute, especially since mommy leaves to Malaysia at the end of September! Now the 2 other major items that are left would be your wardrobe (daddy wants a big one!) so he can dump all his stuff in there buy lots of clothes for you ๐Ÿ˜‰ and also, there’s the baby crib too.

Mommy’s all teary eyed now thinking if you would one day read these posts and understand how much we want the best for you, at so many levels, and though you may one day be a moody, disgruntled teenager saying no to everything and (God forbid) being irritated and hating your parents, you’d realize that we love you so very much, even before seeing you, and you mean the world to us.

Till the next post.

Love,
Mommy