Daddy is sweeter than glucose!

Mummy is scheduled for 2 blood tests today (to Daddy's horror), one for checking the usual things and another for a glucose test because great grandmother on Mummy's side has diabetes.

The glucose test was SO GROSS!

They made Mummy drink a huge cup full of thick, cold and super super super super super sweet glucose:







Mummy was supposed to finish it at one shot if possible, if not to finish it within 15 minutes.

Mummy cannot find words to describe how disgusting the taste was. To cut short my misery, I made myself glup it down as fast as possible.

The test is to take 2 hours and Mummy was given some strict instructions:

(1) no food / drinks / plain water in the next 2 hours

(2) no puking

(3) If I feel dizzy, Daddy is to being me back to the treatment room immediately.

(4) Be back in the treatment room 2 hours later. Sharp on time. They even made Mummy check her watch to synchronize our times.

When Daddy heard that he is to send Mummy to the treatment room immediately if I feel dizzy, Daddy said:" ok, if you faint I will send you to the treatment room but if I faint, can you send me to the children's ward?".

To make good use of time, Daddy and Mummy joined the queue to see the gynae. Whilst waiting, Daddy read comics on his phone and Mummy started to blog.

Suddenly, Daddy looked up from his phone, turned to Mummy and said: "Mummy, dun do anything, conserve your energy..."

Mummy was puzzled and so she asked "why?".

Daddy said: "because I'm so hungry.. You must be hungry too.."

Mummy was amused because Daddy seem to have forgotten that I was given a whole cup of glucose and so I'm not hungry. I told Daddy so and Daddy batted his eyelids twice at Mummy before rubbing his tummy and said :" Mummy, I want to fast together with you, also in case they need me to do any tests but I'm so hungry now.. :( "

It was only then did Mummy realize that Daddy had not taken his breakfast which we packed along with us. Mummy had bought Daddy's favorite milk bread last night and usually, Daddy can't wait to devour it. Poor Daddy must be suffering the pain of temptation on top of his hunger.

Mummy wanted to take a picture of Daddy because the look was so sad and so comical but Daddy was camera shy. The most I could get out of him was:







Mummy told Daddy to eat his bread since he was hungry but Daddy gave Mummy a determined look and said:" No Mummy, I fast together with you, we eat together later." Awww... What a sweet boy!

Daddy watched the time faithfully for Mummy, looking up every now and then at the clock and also habitually looking up whenever the queue number jumps.

When the time was finally up and Mummy had my blood taken for the glucose test, Daddy looked especially happy. We were just walking out of the clinic when Daddy said :" there is something I must do now.." before dipping his hands in the bag where we packed two milk bread. He took one out and asked Mummy to eat it.

Daddy asked if i want an entire milk bread since its time we get a proper meal. Mummy thought about it and asked Daddy if he wanted to share one bread but Daddy gave me a toothy grin and said :" Its ok Mummy, i'll take a whole one myself!"

Haha I just knew it!

Snug and cozy

It wasn't a 3D scan we did but when the sonographer showed us Joy Joy's face Mummy immediately felt that she looks like Daddy!!! Huge eyes, button nose and fishball cheeks!

When we were doing the scan, Joy Joy's left hand was resting on her left cheek and during the scan she moved both her hands to touch her cheeks and yawned a few times.. Joy Joy looked so comfortable and cozy in Mummy's tummy!

The sonographer told us that Joy Joy has already shifted into the correct position for natural birth.. What a good girl! Also, 1.34kg of what Mummy carrys around with her everyday is our precious little girl!

Grandma loves me

The last time Mummy went home, I saw a curious thing in the kitchen:


Grandma was busy cooking for Daddy and so Mummy took a peep at what was inside:




"What's that Mummy" I asked Grandma and she said "I'm making wine for your confinement. Usually takes 3 months to be done, I think i'm late already."

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.

Joy Joy learns about shapes

Hello World!

My Daddy is a man of few words.. all he ever says to me every day are....

"Joy Joy! Daddy loves you very much!"

"Joy Joy Daddy sing song for you!"

"Bad girl! You can't kick Mummy..Daddy here, Daddy beat your butt butt!"

This morning whilse Daddy was sending Mummy to work, I decided to play with Mummy and so I gave a hard kick and Daddy finally told me something new!

He said "Joy Joy, round round thing cannot kick, square square thing also cannot kick!"

Hmmm... since I can't kick all the shapes in Mummy's tummy, I decided to become one of the shapes too!

And here it is.. I'm a triangle!

Pointy pointy!