Postnatal Depression

I think I am, semi-consciously, suffering from postnatal depression.

I felt the stress on the first night with Baby S. It was a difficult night for both of us. Not only that I had to BF him almost the whole night (which I never knew I need to do so), we had to face the war of 'tarmac' (which is again another surprise for both of us, unprepared first timer parents)

The first night was still not that bad since Kent was allowed to stay with me in the hospital. Though tired and sleepy, I was still very positive on everything.

The next day when Baby S was suspected with jaundice, I was still calm and took things real easy. Well, most babies will have jaundice. It's a pretty normal thing. I even thought that it might be a blessing is disguise because I get to sleep through the night as Baby S will be sent to NICU for photo treatment.

Just as I thought everything is all under control, I started to felt uneasy when Baby S have to stay longer in NICU as his reading wasn't stable. I kinda start to felt annoyed with Kent for being over prepared and bringing a lot of stuffs to the hospital. Well, he brought the steriliser with all the bottles for me to express BM to feed Baby S. Thinking back, he's just being very supportive and do not mind to take all the trouble to carry those stuffs for us. However, at that moment, I just couldn't help it but to show a little fuss and impatient because I was worried that he had to carry so many things back later and it will be a mess.

Oh...and that, was just the 'entree'.

The 'Main Course' (I dunno how many course meal yet since I am still feeling depress) was served when too many people gives me opinion on how to deal with Baby S jaundice.

He was discharged from NICU on the condition that his jaundice level being monitored weekly. I was being assigned the most sacred task of feeding him constantly and ensuring that he poo poo enough.

Well, i do think that I did great job when his reading has gone down, though only a little. Things started to get difficult when visitors commented that he is still yellowish, though I think he's progressing well. Some suggested that I should bring him under the sun in the morning when doctors says not to do so. Some suggested that we should still get Baby S monitored though the specialist said he's good and do not need monitoring. Arghh.....so many comments so many conflicting advises. What else do you want me to do when I am already feeling so uncomfortable?

I was living..no I wasn't sure if I am actually living for the first week in the confinement. The moment the Confinement Lady step into my life, I was living like a routine robot. Overly organised lifestyle with constant feeding. I totally lost myself. I do not know what am I doing? The time when I 'awake' was when I watch TV for a short moment with Kent. For a split second I suddenly awaken from my 'sleep walk'

All babies need to be fed every 2-3 hours which I was totally unprepared for. The night feeding was the worst because it felt like I never sleep at all. In fact I really wasn't sleeping because I was waiting for the CL to knock on the door to bring me my baby and also ensure that Baby S did not passed the 2-3 hours feeding. At one point I was so traumatised of the door knocking sound because that means feeding time. I was so stressed that I jump up from my sleep looking for my baby in my arms. OMG, did I just dozed off while feeding him and dropped him on the floor or maybe squashed by me??

When Baby S went through the 'growth spurt' and keep BF on me, I got so distress because I was in pain. I rejected him for sticking to me all the times and felt super bad about it later. What kind of mother am I who rejects her own baby? The baby needs me but I pushed him away???

I cried so badly and Baby S didn't feed on time that night. Felt super guilty.

When I was finally released from the confinement, it felt like I am breathing again. Of course I am expecting another level of challenge.

The first day when we started to take care of Baby S without CL seems fun (Finally she's gone!). 

Kent bath Baby S for the first time cos I was not confident enough to do it. We spent hours trying to put him to sleep. I learnt to change Baby S nappies for a long time to ensure that poops and pees don't flow out of the diapers.

Baby Sean Shyt on me and I praised him 'Good Job!'

The night feeding was challenging because that's officially the third night we spend together with Baby S. I do not know when exactly he is asking for milk because he seems very restless all night and was making a lot of sounds. He didn't cry though, so I wasn't sure if I need to wake him up for feeding. One thing for sure, I know I do not need to set alarm to be exactly 2 hrs apart (eg: 2.43am.... 😅). It was another sleepless night.

Taking care of Baby S in the morning is getting more difficult when he's being more alert of his surrounding. It's very difficult to get him to sleep in the daytime and he needs to be cuddle most of the time. He will cry after being left alone for 10mins and I can't do anything else. Even to poo poo.

I was so afraid of Baby S crying because I hated negative comments from others especially when they started to compare with other babies.

'What does he wants?' : If I really know then he wouldn't be crying isn't?

'What do you want?' :Iif he knows how to talk then he wouldn't be crying isn't?

'Cannot be so naughty geh' : If babies crying is naughty then what is a toddler nuisance?

'He cries so loud. Can even hear from my room' : Sorry, if I got a choice, I would get a space for us and I will have one less thing to worry which is bothering the others.

'No need to carry la...' : Agree but then he will be crying.

'So fierce' : That's because of all the above.

'Why always looks so cool' : Hello, he's less than 5 weeks old. Do you expect him to talk to you?

I guess sometimes it's even more frustrating when Baby S finally wants to fall asleep and someone somewhere came and ask this kind of question 'Are you sleeping?', Baby S woke up and started to cry (again). What the, do he look like he's bathing or something?

I tried my best to keep him calm and indirectly I am straining not only my body but also my emotions.

I couldn't stop others from commenting but we will only give him positive comments. At least that's the best we could do.

Maybe that's what all mothers do. Protecting their baby. Or sometimes, overprotecting?

I was super worried of Baby S and will even check on him real often to ensure that he's breathing!!!

I kept commenting on the way Kent handles Baby S though he's very confident that Baby S is safe in his hand. I knew Kent hated my over-protectiveness but I just couldn't accept the way he holds Baby S

The men of Brosche's life

I am emotionally out of controlled most of the times when dealing with Kent. Maybe I wanted more attention and care from him?

I cried because Kent did not care to bring me some food during dinner time and I was left alone with Baby S. My dinner that night was at 10pm! The worst part is that I need to feed Baby S with starving stomach and almost caught gastric.

I got easily irritated by whatever Kent said or do. Even the tiniest gestures breaks the tension string of mine.

This is not who I want to be. I want to be a good mom..just good enough to handle my baby and good enough to take care of myself. I want to be the one who is in control of my own emotion and not easily affected by others. I want to be a wife who is able to give her husband a good rest after work and not coming home to a chaotic crying scene.

Maybe I was just being too harsh on myself? Maybe all I needed was just some space. Some breathing space. Some space to be my own again.

I wish to enjoy every moment of my growing son rather than living in stress and missing all the great times together. I only wanted to feed him with happy milk and not crying milk anymore so that he's always happy.

Someday when I come back with a new post, that will be the day that I truly enjoy being a mom.

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My Confinement Lady

It was my mum's suggestion to hire a CL and I am grateful I did took to her advise seriously (okay, maybe just partially)

Minus the confinement rules that I was forced to follow, other thing was manageable. As in I have someone to take care of Baby S at night (changing diapers) and my daily meals.

All I need to do during my confinement month was eat, sleep, feed and feed the baby.

This is the life I had been going through for the whole 28days of my confinement.

0800 : Breakfast is served

0830 : Feed Baby

0900 : Personal Hygiene routine (brush teeth, wash my face and tidy up my stinky hair)

0930 : Rest (CL bath Baby S)

1000 : Feed Baby

1030 : Rest

1130 : Wash up

1200 : Feed Baby

1240 : Lunch is served

1300-1800 : Rest and feed baby intermittently. Most of the time I couldn't sleep and keep looking at FB. (CL change baby S clothes and diapers)

1830 : Dinner is served

1900 : Rest

2000 : Feed Baby

2100 : Supper is served

2130 to next morning : Sleep and Feed baby intermittently (CL change Baby S diapers)

The cost for hiring my CL for 28 days is RM4,200 + RM300 (Ang Pao). This have not include the cost of buying ingredients for my meals. All in all, we spend closed to RM5.5k for the whole confinement. 😱

This might not be a super deal but at least the CL did not FFK me last minute.

It is definitely not easy to live with a total stranger for a month. Especially if you are those who have special requirement or very particular when come to handling baby. Unlike me, as long as I have my meals served and my baby well taken care of, I am fine.

I had heard all kinds of complaints and review about CL. Some CL rejected the job last minute despite the deposit because they have got better offer or even job in Singapore. Some keep chatting or playing with their phone. Some is non hygienic when they handle the baby. While some just can't cook a proper meal?! I mean, anyone can be a confinement lady as long as she's a lady! there's no hard and fast rules. WTH

I wouldn't say that my CL is the best but at least we manage to work together (most of the time due to my ignorance). She's those auto-pilot person and get things done for me. Well, who knows that CL actually washes baby and your clothes if she didn't ask? Since I am those species who do not know how to demand for stuff, having an auto-pilot is a plus for me.

Things did get very complicated at times and it's really disturbing to recall them. Here are some instance that I can never understand.

1. She came to me few times questioning about my MIL comments and kind of like get me to approve her decision instead. 😰. The way she talk did made me felt like she's trying to create tension between me and my MIL.

I find this a bit ridiculous and bothering. Please just do whatever you were asked to even by my MIL or mum cos they are my MUMs.

2. There was once she came running up to my room, panting, and told me this 'I had lost a chicken!!!'

Hello, those are frozen chicken. They can't just runaway. She even forced me to call my mum instantly to clarify how many birds she bought the other day.

Again, is she trying to indicate there's a thief in the house? Weirdo.

3. Things are getting more weird when she came to my room one evening and asked this 'Did you search my bag?!'. I was like (WTF) 'why do I want to search your bag?!' And then 'Bang!' She slam the door TWICE (my room and hers)

4. The weirdest part is that she asked my MIL if she believe in 'oil ghost' or whatever you called it, that they loves to steal. Scared the hell out of my MIL. Yaya..the only ghost in the house that might steal could be just you Ms.CL. She either suffering from Psychotic Hallucinations or just over imaginative.

5. Oh, and she's also kinda like suffered from short term memory lost too. There was once I asked her to feed baby Sean with EBM while I will be away for few hours. I had about 7-8oz and I am pretty sure. I asked how much did he drank cos I don see the balance in the fridge and she said only 3oz. Okay, is it me or she with a problem now?

6. She might be kind of modern for a CL but she's definitely not when it comes to thinking. I mean she's so tied up to the traditional confinement rules and worst still she never listen to others suggestion. Whenever things screwed up, she's just give lame reasons that is so lame an idiot would disapprove.

7. There was once my mum came to visit me with her home cooked chicken. Of course that tasted so so so much better than what my CL prepared. She came in my room, reminds me that I can't eat dunno what and asked if she could see what my mum cooked for me. Weird! The next day, she cooked an almost same dish. Of course mum's cooking is unmatchable.

8. She said letting baby cries sometime is good for their organ development?. I'm sorry, which organ are you referring to?

9. She is so into her routine job that she can totally ignored my crying baby because she want to get more information on her next working schedule. She did interrupt when I am feeding my baby because of the same reasons. I was like 'Can we talk later?'

Seriously?! 9 weird occasions that I actually faced in less than 28days?! OMG how did I manage to pull through?

After some deeper thought, suddenly I realised there are actually more loopholes :-

1. Would you please take care of my crying baby while I am having my meals.

2. Why must you serve me food when I am feeding my baby. The food will be cold by the time we are done

3. Did you just stuffed my baby with my breasfmilk?

4. Aren't you supposed to look after baby in the daytime too?

5. Please don't charge your iPad nearby my baby

6. I want to bath in lemongrass water and not herbal water!

7. I want to wash my hair, everyone does it on the 12th day! Why can't I ?

8. Please don't talk bad about my MIL. If you have any comments please communicate with her directly.

9. Why can't I eat vege when even my mum allows me to?

10. I am getting really bored with your food. Both my mums cook better!

Have I mentioned about the breastfeeding topic? This is another topic to talk about and having a breastfeeding friendly CL is really important. Having her around at night to bring me Baby S for feeding really did saved me some time to sleep (Maybe). But I was so stressed whenever there's a knock on my door because that means feeding time.

Well, she did missed the 2-3 hours feeding a few times and rely heavily on Baby S to wake up by himself. I have to wake her up for Baby Sean a few times when he overslept. Weirdest part is that she will gives me silly reasons which I totally ignored (hello, it's middle of the night. Just get me my baby and let me feed him.

I am going to treat this a slow/partial takeover of a full time mummy job, to prepare my self when CL is not around. Wish me luck with the poops and fountains!

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The Traditional Confinement Rules

It is the Chinese practice to go on a 28 days of confinement after giving birth. The word confinement sounds more like punishment to me because I am not allowed to wash my hair for 28 days!!!

It was believed that if you wash your hair during this period you may get headache easily in the future. I do not particularly believe in it neither do I particularly disbelieve of it. Some elderly who had been through the same punishment said that I can wash my hair after the 12th days. My confinement lady (CL) insists that I have to wait until 28th days. Everyone seems to have their own believe but where's the fact?

Although this might not be proven by science or fact, I dare not take any chances since two of my friends did felt the difference for not complying to the confinement rules.

Other than living with a killing stinky head for 28 days (that even flies can't take it) everything was o-okay (tolerable)

Besides this no.1 killing rule, there are other rules just to mention a few, that I know of and forced to follow by my CL :-

1. Limited bath

Only get to wipe my body with herbal water for the first 12days. Thereafter will get to bath once in 4 days, also with hot herbal water. I was like soaked with sweat after every bath which I rather skip it (Cannot la, cos I still sweat in air-cond room)

2. Carnivores Diet

No vegetables are allowed in my meals as it is believe to cause 'wind' or 'cold'. So basically I was turned into a meat eater for a month. I wonder if I will ever wanna eat vegetables anymore.

How to pass motion la then?!?! I was given red dates as a source for fibre 😑.So no excuse for requesting veggie.

After surviving 17 days with meats, I realised that my poops and farts are STINKIER than Kent's! 😱

Oh..and no fish in the diet too. Which is okay to me cos I dislike fish. As long as I have my 'smart pill' (fish oil supplement) I guess I am fine.

3. No plain water

My main drink will be boiled red dates. Plain water is again believe to cause 'wind' so is a big no no. But but...how???

Anyway, boiled red dates are good source of energy especially when I got hungry from BF at night. It is also a milk booster. So, I guess I can still survive with it. (Pray hard that I will drink plain water after a month)

4. Sodium Free Diet

My CL mentioned few times that there will be no salt in all her cooking. Salt will cause 'water retention' which is at least more scientifically logic but again why worried of water rentention after giving birth

Anyway, it doesn't really bothers me cos all the dishes tastes indifferent to me. Same ingredients but different combination for a month. My taste buds are numb or dumb.

I'm starving from BF and will just eat anything served. So forget about the salt issue.

5. Stay in Air-Cond room

Of all, this is one of the best rules. Well, basically I have to refrain from getting hit by direct wind. So ceiling fan is not allowed. If there's standing fan, then it has to blow to the wall to create air-circulation. WTH

I guess this is an adapted version of rules thanks to the creation of air-cond. Most likely this was allowed cos there were no air-cond in the past hence no restriction for us now. If that is so, there must be some better explanation for other rules, isn't?

6. Rest more

This is one universal rules. To be more specific, I am supposed to lay and sit more with my back supported. Refrain from carrying heavy things. Avoid walking up the stairs too much. Definitely no squatting!!

I couldn't agree more to this rules because I can feel that my back is so tired after standing or siting without support for too long. Most likely because the hip bones were 'expanded' during delivery and its still not back to its original position.

7. Never Go Hungry

With 4-5 meals a day prepared by the CL, there's no way for me to go hungry. But it seems that BF is so powerful that even with a full 4-course meal, I still sneak in some snacks here and there especially after BF.

Who says BF will help in getting back in shape?

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My Labour Experience

Finally the day has arrived!!

It was 2 days from my EDD and I was so certain that Baby Bump arrival will be delayed. Not until I felt a sudden tummy ache at 12am on the same day.

Being the usual lazy me, I endured the pain and fall back to sleep hoping that the pain will be gone when I wake up. I guess the tummy ache was bad enough that it send me to poo twice. Nothing came out not even air. After enduring the tummy ache for an hour, I started to suspect something is not right.

Not wanting to wake Kent up if it's no so serious, I decided to rest and wait for a little while longer. It's 2 am when the pain is still there and come consistently at every 10 minutes. Okay, that must be the sign!

At 3 am, I woke Kent up "Hubby, it's 10 minutes for and hour". Kent jump up from his sleep in a way that I never see before. "Huh?"

I started to hesitate if we shall head to the hospital right then or wait and see. What if it's a fake sign? Shall we wait for a while longer since the contraction is just 10 mins apart? After much deliberation, I took my "finale bath" and even wash my hair TWICE (will talk about it more in my Confinement Experience).

We double checked the labour bag and head to the hospital.

Every wave that kicks in last for about a minute or so. At other times, I am my own self again and can even chat with Kent while on the way to the hospital. At time when I am in pain, I would just ignore Kent and concentrate on my breathing technique.

I checked-in to the observation room at about 4 am, where the nurses and medical officer checked my blood pressure, take my urine sample and monitor my contraction frequency. I was dilated to 3 cm when they confirm that I am seriously going to labour. I was like, okay...I am going to give birth...whatever...I don't even know what are the procedure or process to felt nervous for, which is a good thing.

Instead of being send to the labour room on a wheel chair or even lying on the bed, I actually walked myself to the room. And I thought it could be slightly more dramatic as shown in those Hong Kong drama. LOL

I was like 'tied' to the bed with the monitoring device while going through the countless contraction. Seriously, do they need to tie me to the bed cos I felt so much better standing.

While I was doing good handling the increasing contraction with the breathing technique that I had acquired a week ago, a medical officer came in and rupture my amniotic sac. I asked if it's necessary and she explained that it will shorten the labour process. Yes indeed but with increase frequency of contraction too!

Kent was beside me all the while, looking at me helplessly. I managed to take a glimpse of the way he stared at me enduring the pain. I'm hope I never forget the way he look at me at that moment.

Most of the times my eyes are shut which I don't know why.

Seriously, I had got totally no memory how I manage to go through the 2 hours of labour pain which to me only lasted like half an hour? The most amazing part is that I had gone through all these without any pain relieve medication!

Needless to say, I was offered Epidural for a few times which I rejected. There's no way I will survive having a needle poke through my spine when I have super sensitive back. The needle or whatever you call it may just broke into half (from what I can imagine). Anyway, thanks to my timidity, I can now declared that I had a natural birth!

Contractions felt like the sudden need to use the toilet just that nothing will ever come out. And you will know when it's time that you need to push (just like passing motion). LOL!!

Surprisingly, the last moment of pushing is not painful at all. The only pain I can remember was when the doctor cut me and that's the only time I screamed out!!

There were about 4 nurses, a doctor and a medical officer in the room cheering for me during my final push. The whole room was full of energy with everyone cheering and encouraging me to push. Seriously grateful to have all them there, except that I don't remember who exactly were there (eyes were shut closed ma)

The delivery was smooth and not long after that I have our baby placed on my tummy. Of course I felt touched but not to the extend that I wanna cry though..LOL. 

When I thought it's all done..my next job just started..breastfeeding!!

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13 Things I Wish My Husband Know During My Pregnancy

I came across this article/post from Aaron and I can’t agree more (from the men’s point of view)

When I first became a pregger, I have totally no idea how much I will change, both physically and emotionally. How much I wish my husband could understand those changes that I am going through. After all, pregnancy is a journey that we should be enjoyed together.

Here are the 13 Things I Wish My Husband Would Know During My Pregnancy

1. When I Said “I’m Hungry”, I Seriously Mean It.

I know that I always tell you that I’m hungry but I had never eaten as much as I meant to. This is because I felt a sudden emptiness in my tummy and Baby Bump is kicking rigorously in resistant of hunger. I can never fall asleep with an empty stomach and a kicking baby inside me. I need food to calm Baby Bump down so that I can have a good night rest. On the other hand I can’t take in too much otherwise I can’t fall asleep.

So please be my personal barista and make me a half cup of warm mummy’s milk without asking or telling me to wait till you are done ‘tapping-pointlessly’ at the dunno-what-war-game. This is going to send me to my emotional edge.

2. Thanks But No Thanks For Laughing At My Changing Body

I am going through a very tough emotional war of having to accept the changes that is happening to my almost perfect body. The darkening of my nippy is the last thing that I ever expect from pregnancy. It is almost like getting a scar on my face! So stop giving me those sinister smiles.

All preggers gained weight and I am lucky to have gained only a minimum of less than 12kg. But that had already triggered me enough because I have extra cellulite all over my body. I understand that all these are the important food bank for Baby Bump but it strikes me like a thunder. So please stop telling me that I look cute because I know I looked FAT and proportionally not right.

Also all preggers walk like-one-kind, like a penguin going, from left to right. This is super normal to cater for the additional weight that I had gained in the past 9 months! Please do not imitate the way I am walking because I was just trying to protect my spine.

3. Being Forgetful Is Not Pregger’s Excuses

When I apologize for forgetting something important, that’s because I really did and it’s not an excuse. Seriously, I never believe this until I am a pregger myself. Thanks to Baby Bump for enjoying my limited supply of fish oil (I hated fish).

Now that I am taking extra fish oil supplement, I hope I can be less forgetful so that I can always remind you to do what I had asked you to do but you had forgotten.

4. No Silly Jokes
Thanks for trying to be funny and at times trying to test my limits. I can’t control my own emotion although I really tried to. I do not know why I felt so grumpy sometimes. If you do notice that, I’ll appreciate if you could remind me so that I’ll try to have more control over myself. Never try to test my limit by going against my will when I am at that state because I can be a terrible water bomb.

Take me out if I ever look grumpy because most of the times I am just bored-to-grumpiness. If I am grumpy, bored and starting to do house chores, I will start to feel super sorry for myself. So, just be a little bit more sensitive.

5. Goodbye Sex
Oh, please do not remind me how sad it is to have not enjoy it like it used to be. Listen to me carefully -- you're not the only one feeling that way. I am lucky not to have gone through the miserable first trimester like most preggers do and things are kinda ‘normal’ back then.

Please do not expect the same for the next pregnancy or during the second trimester. My body changes and it is not like something that I wanted. Please take some time to explore with me and prepare me emotionally. Never ever tell me how sad your life is because I would think that you need sex so bad that you may cheat on me (though I know is unlikely)

6. Yes, my pairs are bigger; no, you can't touch them.
Yes, thanks to Baby Bump that I felt like a men-magazine-super-model. And yes it does look very attractive and you can’t resist touching them. Seriously, what do you think that my boobs just get bigger in months? I had been through the time when my pairs hurt like mad! It was swollen because of the rush of hormone. It feels like being pinched or slapped when you touch it. And it feels all different after that. My pairs don’t feel like a sex-appeal anymore but more of food factory for Baby Bump.

Oh, and please do not laugh at my ‘oversize-bra’ because I was just trying to save some cash from having to buy another full package of undies when the factories start its production.

7. I Need More Pillows For Support
Sleeping on my back is like sleeping with a 10kg rice bag on my tummy. My back is strained while resting. To switch to side sleeping is even more challenging. Is not that I love to have the big bolster in the middle of the bed; I need it to support my back while I am sleeping sideways.

I would love to have you hugging me to sleep but most likely I am going to heat you up and you are going to snored right into my ear. So please bear with the middle-bolster although I really love to hug it to sleep sometimes but I can’t because of Baby Bump.

8. I Don’t Mind Some Extra Care

Seriously, I am just a weak woman who needs the extra care and protection from her man. I am not sure about others but I sure can do with more care and love. A morning and good night kiss, a hug at no particular time and some strong arms. With the new Bump, I can barely bend down to pick up stuffs on the floor. I need to open up my feet real wide to reduce the gravity point and to stabilize myself before bending down just to pick up the piece of dust (not a very good sight). Forget about heavy stuffs which preggers are not supposed to carry.

I do not asked to be treated like a queen or princess but I appreciate a little help when I really need some.

9. Pregnant women are lazy (If that’s what you think)
I might not be doing as much house chores as I used to do. That’s because my back almost felt like breaking into half after sweeping the floor. I tried to iron the piled up working attires thinking how tired it can be (though I hated ironing clothes) and I was left again with aching back. I opt to hired hourly maid to do the house chores because I can’t do it myself not because I am lazy.

When I asked for help to do the laundry, I am not being lazy because it’s difficult to bend down and carry the load downstairs. I will still fold the clean laundry on the floor though I am having some hard time bending over and getting up later. 

10. Please Drive Extra Careful

I hope you could drive with extra care whenever I am on the passenger seat. I appreciate if you could use the brake more gently, no unnecessary sudden brake because that does not only scared the hell out of me, it risk hurting Baby Bump with the safety felt.

The same goes to hump. Please just imagine that you are driving a super sport car when you are getting over the hump. Drive through it smoothly (you can even do the S-Thingy) but not like a racing cow so that I do not felt that Baby Bump is going to drop out (although I knew it won’t).

11. A Small Gifts

I know it is fun and exciting to go for baby shopping but I get jealous when all the attentions go to Baby Bump. A small gifts for me and unrelated to pregnancy would be nice to remind me that I am your lover not only your baby’s mother-to-be. 

12. Spend Some Quality Time

I appreciate some quality time spent together (just the two of us) other than having dinner or shopping for Baby Bumps. I want to be reminded that I have a lover and not a dad-to-be. Pre-planned some activities that we can do together although I knew there’s nothing much left for a pregger to do. A home movie session or even a brisk walk at the lakeside is as good as an expensive romantic dinner. Do not ask me where I want to go or what to do, that’s why I mentioned ‘pre-planned’.

I would be more than happy if you could bring me to some cosy places to hang out so that I get some good reasons to dress up. The one thing that I wish I could do more is to look good in my glowing pregnancy skin.

Oh yes, we should also try to stop looking at our own fb wall before bedtime. It's a waste of time scrolling over the feeds that we had looked into over 10 times in the day. That's a reminder for both of us.

13. Handle Me With Care

Not particularly about me but more of Baby Bump. With the increasing waistline I can’t gauge the distance between me and other objects. I keep hitting Baby Bump at tables and chairs which I felt super guilty later. I tried to avoid places with lots of running kids or even ladies with big hard handbags who walk like they own the street. I am so worried if something or someone hit Baby Bump. So please protect me and do not do stupid stunts like pretending to sit on my lap. Don’t even try to move/maneuver  me around on the bed because I just can’t.

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