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2012

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Darla and the Dog Whisperer

We’re heading off to Resorts World Sentosa for a 2-day getaway sort of thing so this will be quick.

This is Kirsten and Mickey. They look like they’re best friends but the poor dog is like Nemo and my little girl is like Darla, the Little Terror from Finding Nemo.

Everyday, she chases him around the house shouting “Mickey I just want to hug you” and most of the time, he’s quick enough to escape her clutches but once in a while, he gets caught by a sneak attack and cornered. She grabs him and pins him down and hugs him and kisses him all over while he struggles to escape. It’s only fortunate that my mom’s poor dog is hardy enough to withstand being man(girl)-handled by her.

And when he does manage to squirm out of her grasp, she’s all “MICKEY COME HERE NOW! YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME YOU NAUGHTY BOY!”

Which is the point he runs to Tru and looks at him with those doggy eyes that say “HELP SAVE ME FROM THIS MONSTROSITY.”

Truett is the resident dog whisperer around here, in that he speaks to Mickey so gently it’s like whispering. Whenever we scold Mickey for doing something bad like rummaging the trash, he’ll run to his rescue and say “Mickey is a good boy, don’t scold him.” So it’s no surprise that Mickey loves him to bits and follows him around willingly.

Kirsten says it’s because they’re both boys and I should get her a ‘girl dog’ but I didn’t want to break her little heart by telling her that it’s really because she’s a terror to animals and if I were a ‘girl dog’, I’d also be running away from her as fast as I could.

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First Trimester Wrap Up

The first two pregnancies, I spent a lot of time reading the baby guides, browsing the websites and kept up to date every week on exactly how many millimeters the baby has grown.

This time around, I have yet to blow the dust off my trusty What To Expect guidebook. Because I know what to expect. Nausea, bloatedness, heartburn, vomit, swollen feet, incontinence, hemorrhoids, and at the end of it all, a big, fat episiotomy to take home as a present. Fun times.

Well, now that I’m officially out of the first trimester, I thought I’d do a quick round up of all the things you need to know in the first 3 months of pregnancy.

1. Gas, gas, gas

The pregnancy books make it sound so tame – you may experience some bloatedness due to the increase in progesterone. Um, understatement of the year.

The reality is that being pregnant makes you burp and fart like a drunken sailor. The awesomeness of my day is now determined by how much gas I can expel and I’ve never been this happy to pass gas from either end. I certainly don’t enjoy burping and farting in the presence of other people but it’s causing me so much discomfort that I’m past the point of modesty and decorum. Some days, I’m throwing up bile because my gut is so filled with air that something’s got to give. On multiple occasions, I even contemplated sticking a giant needle into my intestines just so I can let out the air.

I’m only glad that I don’t have to sit in an office all day because given the present state of things, let’s just say that I’m not going to be very popular with the colleagues.

2. Sleep all day

Being pregnant is exhausting. It sounds like an excuse pregnant women concoct so they can laze around and be a slug all day but no. I liken it to taking drowsy flu meds – you’re out before you even know it.

Naturally, the husband doesn’t fully understand this concept and he’s all like “you’ve been sleeping a lot lately…what do you do all day?”

“Oh, what do I do all day? Well, on top of taking care of 2 kids, I just spent the day making another human with my uterus. In fact, I made like 2 fingers and half an eyeball today. What did you do all day? Paperwork? Pffffff.”

3. All-day Sickness

Commonly known as morning sickness, this bout of nausea and loss of appetite can in fact happen throughout the day. Smells that you normally wouldn’t mind will suddenly trigger off a gag reflex and next thing you know, you’ve got your face over a toilet bowl. That is if you don’t first throw up in the middle of the street or in the car.

The good news is that this general feeling of discomfort usually disappears after the first trimester, so yay!

4. Baby wants food

Closely related to the morning sickness is the pregnancy cravings. This heightened sense of smell makes you extra picky about what you want to put in your mouth, so you end up craving for food you might not typically want to eat. In a way, it’s not really you craving for stuff, it’s the baby craving for stuff, and we all know that when it comes to making the husband go out on midnight supper runs, using the baby is a far more convincing argument.

However, in an unfortunate turn of events, I find myself averse to meat this pregnancy. Everyone who knows me knows how much I love meat. I eat all kinds of meat, including pork, beef, lamb, crocodile, squirrel, turtle and any form of poultry. And the meatier, the better.

But of late, the thought of meat makes me want to vomit in my mouth so I’ve been loading up on fruits, veggies and carbs. My mom is thrilled because she’s been telling me to eat my vegetables for 29 years and I’m finally doing it out of my own volition. Actually, it’s the baby that’s making me do it.

5. What Libido?

Most doctors will say that it’s ok to do the naughty naughty during the entire pregnancy but the truth is, the first trimester is not a good time to be getting any action in at all. There’s the exhaustion, which means that I’m literally too tired to make the sexy-time because any time I spend in my bed is going to be the sleeping-time. And then there’s the gas, which not only makes me bloatey and uncomfortable, it makes me pass gas at the most inopportune times. Let’s not even go there.

What all this means is that my libido has packed her bags and is somewhere in the region of Inner Mongolia by now.

PS. Oh, and the baby is doing great.

Videos I dig

Dance With Me Tonight

I haven’t been this glad to see Friday for a while. It’s been a long week – I came down with food poisoning and coupled with the lack of sleep from all that sleep-training, well I’m just happy the weekend is here.

Tonight, we’re all going to let our hair down and boogie a little, so here’s something to get you in the mood.

not feeling so supermom

4am

4am is not a good time for me.

My brain is not designed to function at that time and the only acceptable thing to be doing is to be snuggled up in bed with my bolster and my blanket.

Back in university, I’d pull all-nighters the night before an exam and I usually last till about 4am, which is the point my brain shuts down. I’ll spend the next hour reading the same page 10 times and not register a single word.

When we were dating, we’d talk on the phone late into the night because it’s what romantic couples do right? By 4am, the husband says I’ll start talking gibberish. Words will be coming out of my mouth but they’ll make no sense whatsoever.

One time, I was up expressing milk for Kirsten at 4am. After 20 minutes and 160ml of milk, I dozed off and dropped the bottle. My 160ml ended all over the floor and I ended up literally crying over spilt milk.

So yeah, 4am is not a good time for me at all.

Thankfully, we haven’t had to do the 4am waking thing since the kids started sleeping in our room.

You want milk? You’re not dying of hunger, you’ll get it when the sun is up.

You want a story/song/interpretive dance to help you sleep? Hell to the N and the O.

Basically, if you’re not vomiting out the contents of your dinner or shitting your diaper, close your eyes and go back to sleep.

Yesterday, that sleeping arrangement came to an end. My mom bought us a new and very plush king-sized bed (thanks mom!), which meant that there’s no more space to put the mattresses for the kids on the floor. So it was finally time to pick up where we left off a year ago – the rambo sleep training program. To make their transition easier, we figured we’d shift our previous queen bed to their room to provide a sense of familiarity and all that. Of course, the back up plan is that if we ever caved and let them invade our new bed, we could always crash out on our old bed in their room.

At 1.15am, Kirsten started wailing. “Momma, I need momma, BWAHHHHH!!!” I went in to calm her down, tuck her back in and left the room after she fell asleep.

20 minutes later, it started again, this time even louder. Round 2 of tucking in and patting and sneaking out of the room like a ninja.

At about 2am, the third time. I decided to leave them be and see how it pans out. Truett came shuffling into our room and he muttered “Kirsten wants you.” My plan to sneak in and out clearly wasn’t working so I had to switch tactics. “Tru, go tell mei mei that she needs to sleep in her own room. Just give her a hug and tell her to go to sleep.”

He must have delivered his message because the shrieking stopped. Instead, I heard them wandering the rest of the house in pitch darkness. Which was actually fine by me so I went right back to sleep.

4am, more shrieking. Truett had become sufficiently crabby by now and joined in the wailing. At this point, I decided that things couldn’t get any worse so I played my trump card. I brought them back to their room, gave them a hug, tucked them both in and said “Mommy’s going back to sleep but I’m not going to lock the door so you can come hug me if you miss me. But if you guys scream and wail, I’m going to lock the door. No more crying, just go to sleep, understand?”

I wasn’t really expecting it to work but somehow, it did and we all finally got to sleep.

Tonight, the melee will begin again. Wish me luck.

Kidspeak

The world according to my kids

Kids have a fascinating sense of logic. We don’t have to teach them to think outside the box because when they think, there is no box. Which makes them so fun to talk to all the time.

It’s only when they get educated that this creative thinking gets beaten out of them and we force their brains into tiny boxes. We’re all for education and science and linear, logical thinking, but we also constantly make it a point not to squash their creative expression.

 

While playing hide and seek…

Kirsten: Ok ready.

Tru: Ready or not, here I come!

Tru: *finds her squatting behind a door* Mei mei, I see you!

Kirsten: I’m closing my eyes, you cannot see me.

Tru: Yes, I can still see you, you’re right here.

Kirsten: Ok, you must close your eyes, then you cannot see me.

 

On love and other stuff…

Tru: I love you mei mei!

Kirsten: Um, I don’t love you.

Tru: When you don’t love me, I will still love you ok (it’s something we say to them all the time, and it’s so sweet that he picked it up)

Kirsten: Ok fine…I love you.

Tru: So you must share the iPhone with me.

Kirsten: NO it’s mine!!

Tru: If you never share, then I don’t love you anymore.

Kirsten: I thought you said you love me just now?

Tru: Ok, I still love you, but you must share.

 

Monsters, Inc…

Tru: Quick, let’s hide, the moster is coming! (the monster being daddy)

Kirsten: I will protect you, I have big muscles.

Tru: No, you’re too small, I think we better hide.

Me: But what will you do if the monster comes in and finds us?

Tru: I will fight the monster with my sword.

Kirsten: If the monster comes in, I will say DON’T BITE ME IT IS VERY PAINFUL YOU KNOW. Then I will cry.

Me: Ok Tru, you take plan A, I’ll hang back here with Kirsten and do the crying thing.

pregnancy

Pregnant and Fat

You know there’s a point in every pregnancy where you officially feel pregnant? And yes, by pregnant, I really mean fat.

It’s what I like to call the point of no return because it all just goes downhill from there.

The first 3 months or so, you can get by without looking the least bit pregnant. You get to parade around in regular non-maternity clothes and enjoy still having a waistline. And while the morning sickness is annoying, it does help to keep the weight gain at bay.

But that all changes right around the second trimester. Your body decides that because it’s carrying another human being, it needs to start accumulating fats like there’s no tomorrow. You have to have that box of durians at 2 o’clock in the morning. That bag of chips is just sitting there calling out to be eaten and you lose all willpower against the evil forces of Nasi Lemak.

I have a former colleague who had the misfortune of only knowing me in my heavily-pregnant state. We started working together when I was 6 months pregnant and because I left my job shortly after giving birth to Tru, the only version of me he knows is the one lumbering around with the 170-pound ass. I met him again last year at the Singapore Blog Awards and when I went over to say hi, he stared at me blankly for a whole 5 seconds before going “OMG Daphne, it’s you! I couldn’t recognize you, you look so…different, uh…good!”

It was a nice compliment and the honesty was refreshing but I realized that to him, I was that fat chick from the office. You know this whole pregnancy weight gain thing? It really sucks.

I just spent the last 2.5 years trying to get back to my pre-pregnancy weight through a combination of several painful methods including breastfeeding, strenuous physical exertion and far too much starvation. And now that I’m finally able to fit into my size 28 jeans, I’m ballooning out of control.

I was out shopping with the husband over the weekend and I’m found myself shopping in the maternity section because my beloved size 28’s is giving me a massive hernia. I was determined to wear it for as long as I could this pregnancy and I barely made it to 13 weeks.

It’s so depressing.

The husband says I’m still beautiful and tried to take my photo to prove it but I’m all “if you take my photo, I will cut you.”

So excuse me while I spend the rest of the day wearing ginormous sweats and eating ice-cream.