24.10.10

Excited: Baby NinJa

Ah Kong and Ah Ma are coming soon!!! I can't wait!!! I overheard Ah Ma telling Mummy that she's bringing over some stuff for me! Aunty Diane got me a handmade quilt from Vietnam...Aunty Diane's mum made me a pillow and bolster set...Snar Ee Poh gave Ah Ma a book for me that's huge! I don't know what else is coming over but I'm getting excited!!!

Proper Cravings


I always thought I had cravings with the pregnancy...I'd feel like having something and we'd go looking for it. But to me, it didn't really matter that much if I didn't have it. I wouldn't be thinking about it or thinking about having it or obsessing about eating it.


That all changed today. I think this is probably the first proper craving that I've had.

This morning, I really really really wanted to have roti telur with kari and dhal. We usually have this for breakfast when we're back home in KL and it comes hot hot hot, fresh from the rotiman's grill. The urge to have this was so strong that I told hubby that we had to have it.

Given that nothing opens here for breakfast that's anywhere close to being mamak, I had to wait out the craving until lunch. But even then, I kept on thinking about how the roti telur would taste. And I was just obsessing about roti telur...roti telur...roti telur...

Lunch time couldn't come soon enough. I was so looking forward to going to an Indian place to get my roti telur.

And what ended up happening?

No roti telur...*sigh* but they had thosai telur...

So I had that instead...

Has that fulfilled the craving? No, not really...Do I still want roti telur? Yes...Am I going to be fantasizing about it until I get it? Probably...

*sigh*

Baby NinJa, what are you doing to me?!?!?!!!

17.10.10

Furniture...

Mummy & Daddy went to pick up my cot & dresser on Saturday. They had to do two trips down to the shop (which was like half an hour away) coz it didn't all fit into the car.


But it's not home yet. It's at Nanna & Pa's house at the moment while Mummy & Daddy do some furniture readjustments. 

Don't think that's going so well...

Convenience

Ahhh, the convenience of having a iPhone! It's gotten to the point now where I blog using the phone!!! Surely, that can't be good for me (or the baby) but it's sooooooooooo easy to do!

1) No need to turn the computer on and wait for it to boot up.
2) No need to sit at the desk to do the typing, I can just as easily lounge on the couch and type out my blog.
3) Predictive text!!! With an injured finger, you don't realise how much you actually use that finger when you type.



But the only downside to this convenience is needing to proof-read what I've written and also check out the blogs of other people (coz all the links are on my blog site). Oh and formatting too...perhaps I'll need to learn how to do that with email.



Hmmmm...I'm sure there's a way around this...I'll just hafta convince hubby that I need an iPad ;)

10.10.10

Tap Tap Tap: Baby NinJa

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*whispers* "Mummy wake up".
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*whispers* "Mummy wake up".
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"Mummy wake up".
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"Mummy wake up!".
"Oh good Mummy, you're up. That was a really uncomfortable position.
Now that you're up, I can go back to sleep"...
Zzzzz....

Comfort first

I've started borrowing items out of hubby's wardrobe. First, it started with pyjamas. Hubby wears those satin boxers that are loose & sit low on the hips (well, for me they do anyway!). I started borrowing these when I felt my jammies start getting really uncomfy around the elastic waist bit.


Then it was shorts. I ordered some online because I couldn't find any that I liked in Australia (or ones that were reasonably priced). And given that summer is just around the corner, everyone talks about how it's unbearably hot carrying in summer.



And now, it's t-shirts. His smallest ones that don't fit him are perfect for my expanding belly. And I can wear it around the house (and one of them outside too!).



I can't wait for my summer wear to be sent to me. As much as I love the comfort of hubby's clothes, they still are boys clothes and it's not something I want to continue wearing. But for now, comfort over appearance rules...And for as long as it's comfortable, I think that's how it's going to be.

3.10.10

NinJa: Baby NinJa

Apparently, I'm growing - but Mummy doesn't seem to be growing at the same rate as I am! Its getting more and more cramp in here but I still need to practise my ninja moves!


Just the other day, I was doing a roll and Daddy had his hand on Mummy's tummy and went "Whoa! That felt weird". I thought it was a pretty successful roll...nothing weird at all! And I find the best time for me to practise is at night...coz' then Mummy's staying still...


"Hai-yah!"

Plants then pets then kids...

It seems that the totem of responsibilities start with:
If you can keep plants alive, then you can graduate to:
   If you can keep pets alive, then you can graduate to:
      Children!

I've never been a big fan of green stuff so I guess hubby graduated with plants. Mind you, we did kill an orchid a friend gave us as a housewarming gift but that was more because the pets knocked it off the table (I think).

And we've successfully had the pets for 3 years now so we should be ready for kids. This recent emergency that we had this Friday is really making us rethink the whole pet situation though.

Friday night, hubby and I come home from work after grabbing dinner out to find the younger furkid, Kitt, limping and breathing really hard. Hubby brings her in and checks on her leg and finds this big hole on the front right leg. It looks pretty bad so we start looking for a vet that we can take her to.

We end up at a vet that opens until 10pm but because of the hour of the night, they refer us to a emergency vet place 20 minutes from where we are so that they can put her under and do the operation. The vet explains that what they need to ensure is that someone is there to KIV her when she gets up from the anesthetic and they basically finish at 10pm.

So we drive to this other emergency vet place and get her in for a consult. After waiting for about half an hour, the emergency vet has a look at her and says that he thinks it could be due to our older furkid, Sam, but that's not 100% conclusive. He says that its best to get the operation done ASAP as infection can make it worse and that she'll definitely need stitches and possibly an x-ray.

Come the next morning, the vet rings at 8am saying that the operations being done and there was more damage than they had first anticipated. She's got tissue and muscle damage and they had to put in shunts to drain the liquid out and do some extra stitches. Then he says to ring again at about 11am to find out when we can take her home.

Come 9:50am, hubby gets a call from the vet emergency place saying that we need to come pick her up in the next 30 minutes, otherwise they will charge us a late discharge fee. So we drop everything, get Sam to the 'grandparents' place, and head off to pick Kitt up. When we get there, they bring her out (but first they give us this long list of instructions on what needs to happen and her bag of meds) and she's just pulling at the leash, ready to go. The right side of her is shaved with stitches over the wound and this littl' rubber shunt draining any excess fluid out, and her left leg's shaved where the drip was put in. But otherwise, she looked very much alert and very much like herself.

So since then, we've basically been keeping an eye on her to make sure she doesn't pull out the shunt or her stitches and that she doesn't exert herself too much. This also meant sleeping on the couch to make sure that if she needed to go out, she'd come over and lick me awake. Plus if I heard anything that sounded remotely like chewing, I could get her to stop.

While we're pretty sure we've now graduated with the pet phase, what's happened has got us thinking - is it going to be safe for our littl' one given that one of the furkids may have a violent streak? Is it a wise idea to be 'courting' danger? Are they acting up because we've been spending less time with them? Would we give Sam away and if so, who to?

Questions, questions, questions...when will we make a decision on them?