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Tuesday, April 08, 2008

The little things in life

I wonder if anyone still reads my blog. Well, that's becos I so seldom updates it!!

I am going well into my 8th month of pregnancy, but still not as quite big as a house yet. I mean, my belly is still rather compact. Aunties and Ah Sohs that strike up conversations with me becos of my belly all thought I'm just about 5 to 6 months. I just want my baby to grow well and healthy, don't care so much about the rest. The 3rd trimester is taking its toil on me for sure. Just last week, I fainted on the MRT and was totally concussed from Jurong East to Clementi. The last thing I remembered was seeing stars and putting my head down when the train approached JE. By the time I was conscious, it was already at Dover and my head was resting on someone else's lap. It was a harrowing experience and I was so worried for Baby that I kept stroking him and telling him to kick Mummy to let me know he's all right. And he did straightaway. I think we're going to have such a good boy.

But one thing's for sure, Baby is getting very strong. His kicks and fumbling arounds have become so distinct that sometimes I suspect people can observe my belly movements from a mile. I can also feel his occasional cute feet and fist, saying hello and high-fiving Mummy and Daddy. I seriously think I'm going to miss feeling Baby inside me. Then again, I just can't wait to carry Baby in my arms, give him lots of tender loving strokes and countless kisses.

By the way, we had a 3D scan of Baby a month ago, where we get to have a clear view of Baby's features, and guess what? Baby's an exact replica of his Daddy and everyone agrees!!

Speaking of Daddy, he has been the most adorable darling and taking such good care of me. His biggest gesture came in the form of a gift. I couldn't accept it when he presented it to me, but he tried his best to persuade, saying "Take it as a heirloom for our daughter next time."

I feel really guilty to be so luxuriously pampered by him - I don't think I deserve it. What more can I ask for now? I suppose my only want in life now is to deliver Baby safely and healthily into this world that is going to be filled with so much love for him from Daddy and Mummy.