F.O.D.

I didn't get much sleep over the weekend because Joy Joy moved and kicked so much plus I had menstrual like cramps, backache and needed to pee frequently (like once an hour at least) throughout the night.

I must have disrupted Daddy's sleep as well when I got up in the night to either walk around the room to relieve my ache, talk to Joy Joy or go to the toilet. By the next morning I was beyond exhausted. But I felt my hunger pangs on time at 8-830am in the morning because thats the time i wake up every weekday to make breakfast and have breakfast with Daddy before he goes to work. Both days i could only muster the strength to tell Daddy i was hungry and viola he woke up both days at 8plus in the morning to make breakfast for me, clean up before collapsing back into bed again.

Last Sunday, after lunch, I did filing and paperwork for us whilst an exhausted Daddy slept. After which i used Daddy's laptop on our bed. Gradually Daddy moved to snuggle up beside me. Very manja. When he seemed more awake and was lazing in bed resting but not sleeping, I stroked his hair and told him I was craving for something.

"what does mummy want to have?" he asked with one eye open. "Curry puff" "not the one from Ang Mo Kio but the one from Thompson Road" I said.

To my surprise, Daddy said "ok mummy, I drive out to buy for you!" I was gloating at being able to get food on demand (F.O.D) when Daddy added happily "Just right, I feel like driving". (*O*)

Today I have a craving for Wanton Mee. Not just any Wanton Mee but specifically the one at my place. Something I've had since a child. I texted Daddy to whine about it and he replied:


So ok Daddy! I forgive you for diminishing my happiness over the weekend haha.

Heights...

When Daddy and Mummy were dating, Mummy told Daddy that she would like to go bungee jumping one day. According to Daddy, he was very impressed.

Whilst its true, I really want to go bungee jumping one day, Mummy has a fear of heights. Quite bad. So bad that i get super sweaty palms even watching movies like Avatar:

© 20th Century Fox

And even.. Kungfu Panda:

© Dreamworks Animination

Basically, anything that involves looking down from a high place to a lower place, standing at the edge of a high place would make mummy's palms drip with sweat.

We always talk about the places we would bring Joy Joy when she's old enough and when we talked about amusement parks, Daddy would say that he will bring Joy Joy on those killer roller coaster rides and Mummy will most probably stand at the bottom of the ride watching them or.. go on a merry-go-round ride all by herself... .. ...

Watching the sugar

At our last gynae visit, Mummy felt fine right after she had the glucose, just that it tasted disgusting.

But after some time, Mummy began to feel light headed although, in Mummy's opinion, it wasn't serious enough to be considered dizziness. And then Mummy started to feel sleepy.. And then Mummy started to feel very sleepy..

By the time we left the clinic after the glucose test, Mummy felt exhausted and ready for bed. Daddy asked me what I wanted to eat but I was so lethargic that I couldn't think of anything.

Later that day, tests results were out:

The target blood sugar level:
Before food: 3.3 to 5.5 mmol/L
2 hrs after food: 5.5 to 7 mmol/L

Mummy's blood sugar level:
Before food: 4.0 mmol/L
2 hrs after glucose: 8.0 mmol/L

Mummy's after food/glucose BSL is diabetic and so Mummy was asked to go for a one day course to understand gestational diabetes and how to manage it including controlling my diet. Daddy can't go with me because the course is about some practical aspect of managing gestational diabetes.

And so Mummy fasted from 12 midnight on thursday and went for the course yesterday.

There were 4 other mummys-to-be, we had 1 nurse trainer and 1 dietitian come in to help us tailor our diet to suit our lifestyle and a total of 5 meals including 2 snacks in the hospital.

The training took place in this room:




Its like mini living room with seats that had extreeeeeeeeeemely comfortable cushions to give us good back support:




The cushions were so comfortable I asked the nurse where we can get them. She said she wanted to get them too but found out that they were tailor maid for the hospital many many years ago, the tailors are no longer around. So sad! But at least I finally know what's the most comfortable type of cushion you can get for your back.

These were the meals we had. It keeps you full and satiated the whole day; the portions were huge and we were instructed to finish everything. Mummy didn't feel like I wanted to snack more or take any more food other than what I had.

Breakfast @ 9am:




Snack on Julie's Wheat Biscuits & 1 cup of HL Skimmed Milk at 11am

Lunch at 1.00pm:




Snack @ 3pm with a cup of milk:




Dinner at 5pm:




Mummy's diet plan:




Mummy's readings are actually on the low side with a controlled diet. So I decided to monitor my blood glucose levels with some adjustments to the diet like including 3 teaspoon of condensed milk and some dried raisins with my morning oats like I usually make it for Daddy and myself every morning. My after food readings was still below normal after breakfast and lunch today.

I took 2 goreng pisangs before dinner and it finally fell within the normal range in my after dinner reading. Daddy gave me some mangos, pomelos, wheat biscuits and a cup of milk for supper and my reading 2 hours later just made it within the normal range.

I think it might be that the glucose I was made to drink for the blood glucose test is > what I would usually intake on a daily basis. That's why my test readings were high but readings based on my sugar intake in a controlled diet and on my usual diet is actually low. It's good news in a way if so!

Fatique

Daddy had a long and hard day at work yesterday.

But after his shower, Daddy started doing research on our future home.

He researched and researched and did calculations on what we can afford...

But Mummy can tell that Daddy's fatique is gradually setting in...

His chubby face sinks deeper and deeper into our uber comfortable pillows...

And there came a point in time when Mummy could tell.. its furtile for Daddy to fight the sleep monster...

Reminds Mummy of something she's read in a book:

"Graduates leave university and can't find a job. Old people reach retirement and have almost nothing to live on. Grown-ups have no time to dream, struggling from nine to five to support their family and pay for their children's education, always bumping up against the thing we all know as "harsh reality"..." - Paulo Coelho, The Aleph

We spend so much time at work, trying to earn a living for what we think is a "better life". But then you never ever get to experience the "better life" other than in monetary terms and sometimes, not even in monetary terms. You can't witness the important milestones in your child's growth because you are hard at work. You can't rest in peace when you are sick because you need to be responsible at work. Somebody invented the idea of leave entitlement for the things that are important to you but yet, the word "entitlement" seem to be throughly ignored and entirely replaced with "subject to approval".

What happened to the "better life" you were working for?

I have been kindly adviced by countless people who have reached a stage in life where they can see clearly, what is important at the end of the day. They all tell me that it is entirely different from what you think is important now. But most people, including themselves, realised it too late.

Daddy works very hard to try and give us the best he can afford but Mummy makes it a point to let him know that we don't need the best of everything. We just want poor Daddy to get some rest.

The ABC song

After a whole day of spring cleaning our room and discussing / deciding on the all important question of whether we buy an EC or a HDB, Daddy turned off the lights and we got ready to rest for the day.

Daddy smoothed out Mummy's hair, planted a kiss on Mummy's forehead, and made sure Mummy had all the pillows I need. He turned to rest but suddenly turned back and said: "Oh I haven't talked to my Joy Joy today!"

Somehow, Daddy thinks that Mummy's belly button is the weakest link in the whole of Mummy's tummy and believes that Joy Joy can hear him best if he directs his voice there. And so Daddy bent down, put his mouth to Mummy's belly button and said : "Joy Joy, Daddy loves you very much! Daddy sing a song for you.."

And he started to sing slowly "A-B-C-D-E-F-G.. H-I-J-K-LMNOP.... Q-R-S..T-U-V........................."

Daddy suddenly stopped singing. And Daddy stopped moving.

In the pitch darkness, Mummy wondered what happened to Daddy. "Maybe he's so tired he fell asleep" Mummy thought but Mummy didn't say a thing, only waited in silence.

Daddy finally asked :" Mummy, what comes after that?"

Mummy couldn't help but burst out laughing together with Daddy. It was sometime before Mummy could sing :" Double-U X... Y and Z..."

Daddy laughed really hard and said "Oh ya!". "Mummy, I was thinking very hard just now and I really forgot what comes next!"

Looks like Mummy's gotta teach both Daddy and Joy Joy your ABCs...

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Mummy and Daddy cry again

How Daddy lost his pomelo

Mummy felt tired just now and I took a nap on the bed whilst Daddy surfed the net on the floor by Mummy's side. After some time, Daddy woke Mummy up and said " Mummy, there's a story on video that is so touching that I cried". Mummy heard it as "Mummy, there's a story on radio that is so touching that I cried" hence I didn't ask about the story.

Mummy, who was getting comfortable in the bed and surrounded by pillows, saw that Daddy started to peel the pomelo which Grandma brought into the room for him to eat. Mummy felt like eating pomelos too and so she shifted her lying position in bed, made sure Daddy can see her and opened her mouth.

Daddy laughed heartily and then shared his pomelo with Mummy. Pomelos taste so good when you are being fed in bed without the need to peel it. Especially when you were fed with most of them. The ones Mummy just had were sweet and refreshing!

After eating the pomelos, Mummy told Daddy "Mummy, you should have eaten up the pomelos before waking me up". In response, Daddy showed me this:



Mummy teared when she was watching the video and so did Daddy.

Then, with a drop or two tears still making their way down Daddy's cheeks, Daddy said with a sulk: "Mummy, this is the reason why I lost my pomelos".

Mummy's Hush Puppies

We were at the Robinsons private sale the other day when Daddy suddenly dragged Mummy to the shoe department.

Mummy: "Daddy you want to buy shoes?"

Daddy: "Yes, let's see if there are any comfortable shoes for you"

Mummy: "I don't need any, I've got plenty"

Daddy: "All your shoes are useless, they don't make you comfortable, only make you suffer. Remember the lesson of the comfortable work shoes?"

And so we walked to the shoes section. As usual, Mummy looked at shoes that in her mind had form and functionality but Daddy had very different ideas.

Daddy pointed to a super ugly pair of pumps and said that it looks comfortable. He touched the soles of the pumps and gave me his "this is incredible" look.

"Kitten, you gotta try this! Its extremely comfortable!". He said.

"eee.. So ugly.. Don't want!" I said and I gave him a scowl. "Mummy your taste is horrible!"

"All ugly shoes are comfortable." he said.

A pair of mother and daughter must have overheard our conversation and they laughed. I didn't hear it but according to Daddy, the mother nodded and agreed that all ugly shoes are comfortable.

In the end Mummy compromised. Daddy brought me a pair of Hush Puppies within the limits of my ugly threshold that was comfortable.





I wear it when it matches my outfit, 2-3 times a week. And admittedly, it's really comfortable.

Daddy loves the pumps. Last weekend I was wearing the pumps when Daddy suddenly said "Mummy your shoes are so pretty!". And then he gave me an innocent toothy grin.

To stay home or not to stay home

Daddy and Mummy are lucky because we make a comfortable sum of money every month. However, the family commitments are also heavy and risk of rainy days high.

Mummy would love to be a stay home mum so that Joy Joy gets all the attention and care you need.

But I can't.

If Daddy is the sole breadwinner, he'll probably have to try and climb the corporate ladder which in turn means long working hours which in turn means he will more likely than not miss Joy Joy's growing up years.

How can I be so selfish.

The additional income also means we have the means to bring Joy Joy on holidays around the world and that we'll be able to rest assured we can afford to give Joy Joy a certain standard of life.

Our decision might change one day, if we find that it's not working out the way we planned but looks like Mummy's gotta continue working after giving birth.

Lemon Biscuits

Our favourite!

This biscuit can wake piggy Daddy and/or Mummy up from sleep. Great bait to use when we need Daddy and/or Mummy to wake up!

Daddy holds my hand

As Joy Joy grows bigger and bigger, space for Mummy's bladder grows smaller and smaller.

Mummy wakes up every morning at or about 3.15am to 3.30am to pee once and another time at or about 5.30am, usually before Grandma comes in to bathe for the day.

Because of the peeing, Mummy could potentially disturb Daddy at least twice a night. Some nights, Daddy the pig sleeps peacefully through it all. Some nights Daddy stirs and Mummy ends up with a big baby in her arms. On other nights, Daddy wakes and asks Mummy is she is ok / cold then pulls mummy into the cocoon he's built with our quilt and pillows, so that Mummy is warm and secure.

More often recently, Daddy holds Mummy's paws hands when Mummy comes back to bed after her peeing session. He smooths out Mummy's hair, kisses Mummy's forehead and covers me with our quilt before patting me back to sleep, with my paws hands still in his.

Mummy 1 Daddy 0

Hunger struck when I was in the bedroom and Daddy was in the living room. I craved badly for mcnuggets.. and golden crispy fries.

Shortly after, Daddy received 2 MMSes:

He saw the pictures a little late, I got impatient and so I gave Daddy a call.

Me: "Mummy did you see my message?"

Daddy: "What message? I see now."

- seconds passed -

Daddy: [laughs] "You want isit?"

Me: "..... its just that I've been thinking about them the whole of today"

Daddy: [laughs] "Ok, I go buy for you"

Minutes later Daddy came into the room and laid on the bed. Then he asked me what's the minimum spending to get free delivery. I researched and we both think that would mean we have to order too much food that would go to waste.

Daddy seemed tired and he closed his eyes for a little while. I asked if Daddy was tired and Daddy nodded his head.

I struggled with the images of food in her head and the sight of Daddy's tiredness.. Then I said:"Daddy tired ah.. Then dun go.. Joy Joy and I won't feel hungry after we're asleep"

Daddy opened his eyes, got out of bed and changed, laughing "That is the most potent thing you can ever say" he said.

Yeah! Mummy is a winner!

Daddy washes the dishes

Daddy and I have problems deciding where to go for dinner every night because both of us are not fussy eaters. I left it to Daddy again last night to decide where to go and he brought me to a new place. Daddy said he noticed that is always packed whenever he drove past although he has not the slightest idea what food they sold.

Before we got off the car, I suggested to pick up the tab for dinner but since Daddy insisted that would pay, I got off the car with only my phone.

We ordered based on our observations of what other people ordered. I got a little worried when Daddy came back to sit down at the table and told me in whispers that he wished he had agreed to me bringing my wallet along. He was becoming unsure if he had enough cash to pay for the food.

 

We did have enough money in the end but in the car on the way back, Daddy asked me to pass him some cash for tomorrow because he wouldn't be able to withdraw in time. I laugh and said ok..................But I forgot.

After lunch today, I was in a meeting when I received a text message...

Daddy: "Mummy never pack money for puppy"

Me: "Oh dear!! I'm so sorry baby!!"

Daddy: "sobs sobs"

Daddy: "Puppy now washing plates"