<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568105464559913876</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:30:30.912-08:00</updated><category term='37 Weeks'/><category term='No pain no gain'/><category term='Pre-natal'/><category term='35 Weeks'/><category term='Dealing with it'/><category term='Misc'/><category term='Everything Huge'/><category term='33 weeks'/><category term='Post natal'/><category term='Double Joy'/><category term='3 months'/><category term='Feeling sick'/><category term='Big is Beautiful'/><title type='text'>The Unexpectedness of Expecting Twins</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mom again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119829620137319073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568105464559913876.post-1278646745327124155</id><published>2010-07-27T05:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T06:24:54.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 months'/><title type='text'>Competitive Siblings (how to prevent babies rolling over at night)</title><content type='html'>The girls are now 3 months old. They have been very good to their mummy, having slept all night since a months ago!!! I really cannot complain.&lt;br /&gt;Then Gwen started rolling over a week ago. I think this is quite fast, considering Eddie only started rolling over at 6 months. It is a nightmare because when they roll onto their stomachs in the middle of the night, they get stuck and can't roll back. Of course they scream for your attention to help them roll back. What I used to do was put bolsters under his mattress, one on each side. This created a valley which he slept in and he couldn't roll over due to the slopes. With the twins, I substituted the bolsters with their supply of wet wipes.&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, Lillyth rolled over. Speaking of sibling competitiion!&lt;br /&gt;My mozilla is sick therefore I can't upload photos for the time being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568105464559913876-1278646745327124155?l=theunexpectedness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/feeds/1278646745327124155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/07/competitive-siblings-how-to-prevent.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/1278646745327124155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/1278646745327124155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/07/competitive-siblings-how-to-prevent.html' title='Competitive Siblings (how to prevent babies rolling over at night)'/><author><name>Mom again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119829620137319073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568105464559913876.post-1806836450579032735</id><published>2010-05-19T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T00:52:33.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post natal'/><title type='text'>When the Clock Ticks Past Midnight</title><content type='html'>That was the most fearsome part of post natal, in my opinion. How on earth am I going to manage 2 babies in the middle of the night, and what if they both wake up at different times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness, they have been wonderful. They wake up only once between 11pm and 6am, and they do wake up together. And yes, you can bottle feed at the same time. Illustration another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568105464559913876-1806836450579032735?l=theunexpectedness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/feeds/1806836450579032735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-clock-ticks-past-midnight.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/1806836450579032735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/1806836450579032735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-clock-ticks-past-midnight.html' title='When the Clock Ticks Past Midnight'/><author><name>Mom again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119829620137319073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568105464559913876.post-6963565539212835575</id><published>2010-05-12T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:34:07.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post natal'/><title type='text'>Sounds weird but yes, I've got 3!</title><content type='html'>This time around, I haven't got any gory pictures for this show and tell session. Even without any pictures to qualify for it, I did deliver my girls on the 9th April 2010, as promised. It was an uneventful day, I had more worries about Eddie than the impending birth of my twins.&lt;br /&gt;Unsurprisingly, there were administration hiccups at the hospital. It was not too bad, I arrived at about 11am and was supposed to have my surgery a about 2pm. As the staff prepared me for my surgery, my ob-gyn was paged to attend another emergency delivery.&lt;br /&gt;There I was, sitting on the metal cold surgery table. I couldn't lie down, as it was physically impossible. I did not realise how narrow surgery table was until then. The nurses in the operating theatre were very nice, and we were chit-chatting about what they were going to have for dinner. The anaesthetist turned up as he was oblivious to the news that surgery has been postponed. Good that he did, so I used the opportunity to tell him that I did not want my wrists bound during the surgery. Gasp, I know, that's another story for another day.&lt;br /&gt;We waited for almost an hour before the doctor finally came. The anaesthetist stepped in for the job. I may not have had many spinal anaethesia for that compared to the first one I had 2 years ago, was not as pleasant. Even after the first pin-pricked injection, I could feel the liquid gushing into my spinal column. It was not painful, but rather an unpleasant sensation.&lt;br /&gt;My ob-gyn proceeded to cut me up, which was still alright. However half way through the surgery, I had the oddest sensation in my legs. It feels exactly like the numbness before the pins and needles? You couldn't quite feel your leg but you do? Get what I mean. So here goes, I felt no pain but that sensation drove me nuts. So I got extremely agitated and kept telling the doctor how uncomfortable I was feeling and they must do something about it. I felt like getting up and reach out for my legs, but I could not do that as half my body was paralysed from the anaesthesia. You could imagine the feeling of helplessness. The only thing the anesthetist could do was to feed me for drugs to make me drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness all went well, and I recovered with itch all over my body. Apparently that was the side effect from the drugs. Nurses and the services were crap. Insufficient communication between the nurses and the doctors, shortage of nurses. In the 3 days and 2 nights I was there, I was served 2 bowls of rice porridge (lukewarm), lots of milo and crackers. Crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568105464559913876-6963565539212835575?l=theunexpectedness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/feeds/6963565539212835575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/05/sounds-weird-but-yes-ive-got-3.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/6963565539212835575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/6963565539212835575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/05/sounds-weird-but-yes-ive-got-3.html' title='Sounds weird but yes, I&apos;ve got 3!'/><author><name>Mom again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119829620137319073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568105464559913876.post-1567642683507865098</id><published>2010-04-06T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T07:03:51.429-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='37 Weeks'/><title type='text'>An Appointment to Remember</title><content type='html'>Looks like we are all set for a date this Friday 9th April 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not hit the panic button yet, as I still have a host of things to complete before then. What I worry the most is Eddie. He has spent the past 4 weeks, exclusively with me, which rendered him totally dependable on me alone. As Sig.Ot will not be here either, I definitely hope that my mom will be able to keep him happy and distracted for 3 days 2 nights. Oh heaven please make sure that the delivery go smoothly so I need not stay in the hospital for any longer period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who haven't got anything better to do, just keep me entertained on Windows Messenger. I've told my family members to not bother with the 2 hrs round trip and just spend whatever little spare time they have with Eddie. It would be nice if you folks could just keep me company online.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568105464559913876-1567642683507865098?l=theunexpectedness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/feeds/1567642683507865098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/04/appointment-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/1567642683507865098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/1567642683507865098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/04/appointment-to-remember.html' title='An Appointment to Remember'/><author><name>Mom again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119829620137319073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568105464559913876.post-7931619752744050897</id><published>2010-04-04T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T18:57:20.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everything Huge'/><title type='text'>The Adjective of Huge</title><content type='html'>My patience is running so thin you could practically see it through my gynomous belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgive those who do not know that I am carrying double, but for those who do and to then break into exclamation, "You are SO DARN HUGE!!!" is utterly 'duh.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else do you expect? I have got 2 human lives within me, double placentas, double water bags, and whatever else essential that I may have missed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am in alot of pain and discomfort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568105464559913876-7931619752744050897?l=theunexpectedness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/feeds/7931619752744050897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/04/adjective-of-huge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/7931619752744050897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/7931619752744050897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/04/adjective-of-huge.html' title='The Adjective of Huge'/><author><name>Mom again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119829620137319073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568105464559913876.post-2771664386364542331</id><published>2010-03-29T06:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T06:50:07.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No pain no gain'/><title type='text'>F***ING Door Latch!!!!</title><content type='html'>It bloody hurts to scrape my belly against the metal door latch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568105464559913876-2771664386364542331?l=theunexpectedness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/feeds/2771664386364542331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/03/fing-door-latch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/2771664386364542331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/2771664386364542331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/03/fing-door-latch.html' title='F***ING Door Latch!!!!'/><author><name>Mom again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119829620137319073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568105464559913876.post-2403732720982103157</id><published>2010-03-27T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T22:40:02.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dealing with it'/><title type='text'>Big Yikes!!!</title><content type='html'>I've been so consumed with the everyday going-ons that it only just hit me that I'm supposed to have the babies next week! I am flying home with Eddie in 3 days time. "Oh gosh," as Eddie would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside, I don't have time to fret over things I have no control over. My time is very stretched and divided between all my loved ones, plus the stupid car which keeps going back into the garage. Bleah, which reminds me I need to get the windows tinted by Wednesday!!! Bake and freeze an Oreo cheesecake. Oh, and order tiffin dinner for a week! Aiks, pay car road tax... oh gosh... I need to make a proper list of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I've bought for the babies is ONE set of clothes. hehehe... One will have the top and the other one the bottom I suppose. Yesterday Sig.Ot bought 5 bags of diapers!!! Looks like we are all set for the poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not very sure how I feel, a mixture of everything of course; fear, worry, panic. Like I have said before I am not a very baby person, ironic yes, so it will take some time before I am overwhelmed with happiness and glee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568105464559913876-2403732720982103157?l=theunexpectedness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/feeds/2403732720982103157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/03/big-yikes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/2403732720982103157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/2403732720982103157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/03/big-yikes.html' title='Big Yikes!!!'/><author><name>Mom again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119829620137319073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568105464559913876.post-6525811014434200963</id><published>2010-03-24T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T17:12:26.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everything Huge'/><title type='text'>Hazards of a Protruding Belly</title><content type='html'>It is very easy to forget what your actual circumference is, around your middle, until you get a rude bloody painful reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real life accidents:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hot tray of 3.5 kg roast beef on the kitchen counter&lt;br /&gt;2. Reaching up for the cabinet above stove while cooking a pot of soup&lt;br /&gt;3. Rush of steam coming out of my superb giant size Tefal iron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568105464559913876-6525811014434200963?l=theunexpectedness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/feeds/6525811014434200963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/03/hazards-of-protruding-belly.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/6525811014434200963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/6525811014434200963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/03/hazards-of-protruding-belly.html' title='Hazards of a Protruding Belly'/><author><name>Mom again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119829620137319073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568105464559913876.post-1447091563037759358</id><published>2010-03-20T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T20:14:35.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='35 Weeks'/><title type='text'>35 Weeks</title><content type='html'>The latest check-up revealed that the smaller twin has finally made through the 2kg mark. Not that I have expected any less since I somehow knew that the smaller one is just genetically smaller and not because she nutrition competition etc, whereas her sister will soon breach 2.4kg mark. Not bad, I've actually got a total of 4.4kg worth of babies inside my belly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer look for the appearance of new stretch marks. I have accepted the fact that they are distinguished markers of the amazing feat I am to undergo (haha).  Well that doesn't mean I will be going around flashing my belly to the general public. It is really huge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for overall general health, I am keeping fit by running the house and running after Eddie. However a word of advice for pregnant women with a case of Pubic Symphysis Diastasis, try not to sprint. I did exactly just that last Sunday when I was out with Eddie in Vivocity. He was running towards the escalator and with a lightning flash of maternal instinct, I dashed after him! Honestly, we women are truly superhuman. Despite the additional weight and architectural flaw of a pregnant belly, we can sprint if the occassion demands it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately what came after wasn't quite superhuman after all. I further destabilised my pelvis and I could not walk! Each step was excruciating. I actually had to hold my crotch (oh yeah very sexy) as I walked because the pain was unbearable. Tears fell with every step and I bet passerbys probably thought I was going into labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been over a week since and I have not been the same. I can no longer jog up the stairs and I waddle due to the pain in my pelvis. The little click of my pubic bones has turned into a crunch  when I turned at night. Even Sig.Ot can hear it! I have to remember to stop swearing each time I am in pain. Eddie has repeated the "f" word after me, quite a number of times. Not a very impressive vocabulary development.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568105464559913876-1447091563037759358?l=theunexpectedness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/feeds/1447091563037759358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/03/35-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/1447091563037759358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/1447091563037759358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/03/35-weeks.html' title='35 Weeks'/><author><name>Mom again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119829620137319073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568105464559913876.post-6050136440448080555</id><published>2010-03-08T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T05:40:32.191-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='33 weeks'/><title type='text'>33 Weeks and going</title><content type='html'>I now officially measure 40 weeks, which is full term for the uninitiated. Yes I do look it and I definitely do feel it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past few weeks, some adjustments have been done to my bedroom to lend me whatever little comfort to make me sleep better. This you've got to see for yourself. Sig.Ot has moved our guest room bed which is a queen side bed into our bedroom. This is put right next to our Super King Size bed which measures 2m x 2m. We've now got LOTS of sleeping space in our room. Eddie loves it because he bounces from one end to another end as if he's in a bouncy castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think it's looks so funny and ridiculous to have 2 big beds in my bedroom! But I definitely sleep better because the guest room bed is firmer (being less slept in) and allows me to turn better without sinking into the bed. I now have 8 pillows in my bed to support my entire body! One cannot have too many pillows I assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I went to see the doc today and the babies are growing very well. Twin 1 measures at 2.2kg and Twin 2 at 1.7kg. I suppose the difference is quite great but as long as they both continue growing at the same rate, Twin 2 probably is just genetically more petite than her sister. As long as Twin 2 hits over 2kg at time of birth, that would be good news. Also, it looks like I should not have any problem carrying until full term which is a good thing but if my stomach continues growing at the rate it is, I am definitely going to topple frontwards soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shame on me, I haven't worked up the guts to break up with him....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568105464559913876-6050136440448080555?l=theunexpectedness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/feeds/6050136440448080555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/03/33-weeks-and-going.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/6050136440448080555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/6050136440448080555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/03/33-weeks-and-going.html' title='33 Weeks and going'/><author><name>Mom again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119829620137319073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568105464559913876.post-1747775123863283729</id><published>2010-02-23T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:01:48.776-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No pain no gain'/><title type='text'>What Got Me Fitter as I Got Bigger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/dro0541l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/dro0541l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lugging a huge belly around while managing a hyperactive toddler on my own and on a 24-7 basis, was rather a daunting task. Well that was my CNY, and after weighing myself this morning, it was quite worthwhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't put on any weight after a week long of CNY feasting at my folks, but the most astounding thing I realise is the fact that I am now much fitter! Isn't that surprising considering my belly is getting bigger and I was constantly in pain for the last few months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 1 week, I was managing Eddie on my own from the moment he woke up till he went to bed. The walk up and down from my 3rd floor room was initially a breath taking task but by the end of the 1 week, I sometimes unconsciously jogged up the stairs to fetch an item. Putting him in and out of the car was another struggle and initially this hurt my back. I did not have much of a choice as even running into the chemist for 1 minute to enquire after an item required me to take him with me! Therefore on average I was strapping him into and out of his seat at least 10 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie wouldn't let anyone else carry him, taking him out of the bath or put on his shoes for him which left me no choice as I was the sole candidate for the job. Don't forget these are the things everyone including the doctor told me not to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was of course knackered by the end of the day but I also noticed that I slept better. In fact one night I slept ALL night without waking up! I even managed to turn in bed without waking myself to achieve the Herculean feat. My lower back no longer ache as much and my pelvis seems much more stable, though I have to remember not to rest Eddie's weight on my left hip (this is still a problematic area).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder our moms and grandmothers did not complain much in the past despite being pregnant, with no help whatsoever, having to do the manual washing up, cooking, farming, and tending to the other 8 children. It was most common to be working up to the moment they had their babies, and they are up again running around after having their babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;All-Round Workout for 31 wks Pregnant Woman with Twins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Squats from putting on and off Eddie's shoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carrying Eddie to 3rd floor for all-round stamina improvement&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Putting struggling Eddie into car seat strengtens lower back, but please remember to bend your knees&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having a 10kg mound strapped to your belly of course increases your endurance and overall fitness! haha...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568105464559913876-1747775123863283729?l=theunexpectedness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/feeds/1747775123863283729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-got-me-fitter-as-i-got-bigger.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/1747775123863283729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/1747775123863283729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-got-me-fitter-as-i-got-bigger.html' title='What Got Me Fitter as I Got Bigger'/><author><name>Mom again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119829620137319073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568105464559913876.post-577718744798854894</id><published>2010-02-05T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T19:02:14.034-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big is Beautiful'/><title type='text'>Weirdest Sensation</title><content type='html'>Imagine feeling movement as far up as right under your boobies and a kick at your pelvis bone (which is very ticklish) simultaneously???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sure was unexpected!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmFuCxNAzT4/SUGWV1h_6HI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hLdAYk2iWlk/s400/Cartoon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmFuCxNAzT4/SUGWV1h_6HI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hLdAYk2iWlk/s400/Cartoon.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568105464559913876-577718744798854894?l=theunexpectedness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/feeds/577718744798854894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/02/weirdest-sensation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/577718744798854894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/577718744798854894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/02/weirdest-sensation.html' title='Weirdest Sensation'/><author><name>Mom again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119829620137319073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmFuCxNAzT4/SUGWV1h_6HI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hLdAYk2iWlk/s72-c/Cartoon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568105464559913876.post-86197860579314362</id><published>2010-01-25T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:14:44.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big is Beautiful'/><title type='text'>Big is Beautiful... in nude unless you can find the clothes</title><content type='html'>When I was pregnant with Eddie, I am very proud to mention that I did not buy any maternity clothes, and ESPECIALLY not maternity dresses. The only acceptable maternity clothing were work trousers and jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just as well that 2 years ago, all the clothes that were in fashion then could be donned by very pregnant women. I did my shopping mainly at Mphosis (for black) and Forever 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round as much as I would love to own a bandage dress (only if I cut a hole for the paunch), the only dress I could possibly find to fit me is a baju kelawar. To make matters worse, my impossibly huge tummy cannot even fit into clothes that I wore when I was 8-9 months pregnant with Eddie. Did I mention that I am only 6 months pregnant tomorrow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568105464559913876-86197860579314362?l=theunexpectedness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/feeds/86197860579314362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-is-beautiful-in-nude-unless-you-can.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/86197860579314362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/86197860579314362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-is-beautiful-in-nude-unless-you-can.html' title='Big is Beautiful... in nude unless you can find the clothes'/><author><name>Mom again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119829620137319073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568105464559913876.post-5037932836933014851</id><published>2010-01-19T17:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:07:34.789-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No pain no gain'/><title type='text'>Pain Down Under</title><content type='html'>In any other situation, this is quite an alarming heading. No, no, we are not talking about STDs or anything like that. Remember, this is a pregnancy blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was first pregnant with Eddie, I had the same condition called Symphysis Pubis Dysfunction (SPD) which turned up only in the last month of my pregnancy. Perhaps this time round with twins and everything else in double doses, my pubic bone started clicking (bergesel) at 25 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In preparation for birth, your body has been releasing the relaxin hormones to relax the joints. In my case, my pelvis has become very unstable which resulted in the clicking. Why it only happens at night I have no idea. Apart from the clicking, I get pain in my pubic bone which wakes me up in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no choice but to take it in my stride. But I still have got 3 more months to go!!! Sob sob...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568105464559913876-5037932836933014851?l=theunexpectedness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/feeds/5037932836933014851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/01/pain-down-under.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/5037932836933014851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/5037932836933014851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/01/pain-down-under.html' title='Pain Down Under'/><author><name>Mom again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119829620137319073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568105464559913876.post-8194845176723039079</id><published>2010-01-14T17:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T18:05:40.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everything Huge'/><title type='text'>Vital Stats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fotosa.ru/stock_photo/Creatas_JI/p_2856649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 372px;" src="http://fotosa.ru/stock_photo/Creatas_JI/p_2856649.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are past 20 weeks, each pre-natal visit is completed with a vital stats measurement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 25 weeks now and yesterday ob-gyn whipped out a measuring tape to measure my mound. It is supposed to be from the top of your pubic bone to the top of your bump, and your measurement in cm should correspond with the number of weeks you are pregnant. Therefore if you are 25 weeks, you should measure 25 cm etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby confirm that I am not imagining my gynomous belly. It is officially 5cm bigger than a pregnancy with singleton. Doctor reassured me that is normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568105464559913876-8194845176723039079?l=theunexpectedness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/feeds/8194845176723039079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/01/belly-measurement.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/8194845176723039079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/8194845176723039079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/01/belly-measurement.html' title='Vital Stats'/><author><name>Mom again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119829620137319073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568105464559913876.post-2600444538185867802</id><published>2010-01-12T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T17:29:21.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon Trimester Over in a Blip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/5775149/2/istockphoto_5775149-heavily-pregnant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 290px;" src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/5775149/2/istockphoto_5775149-heavily-pregnant.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least my Christmas holidays was very enjoyable. Up until 5 months, everyone I met told me that my belly is rather small for someone carrying twins. I should not have basked in the praises because lo and behold, in a mere 2 weeks, my belly button popped and I have a huge belly! I am only 6 months pregnant but I am as big as I was 8 months with Eddie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about vanity, but the discomfort of having to carry the load in front of me is taking its toll. Also, do not forget that growth acceleration happens in the final trimester! Now I wish that I am still working, apparently bed rest is usually ordered by doctor in the last trimester. After 28th week, the uterus becomes very strained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568105464559913876-2600444538185867802?l=theunexpectedness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/feeds/2600444538185867802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/01/honeymoon-trimester-over-in-blip.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/2600444538185867802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/2600444538185867802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2010/01/honeymoon-trimester-over-in-blip.html' title='Honeymoon Trimester Over in a Blip!'/><author><name>Mom again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119829620137319073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568105464559913876.post-3530647033459100728</id><published>2009-11-07T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T05:31:02.943-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling sick'/><title type='text'>Every Pregnancy is DEFINITELY Different</title><content type='html'>What glow? I have just experienced an acne outbreak on my face!!! It is very sad. I was glowing when I was pregnant with Eddie. Now, 2 weeks shy of my emcee debut role in Saujana I am nursing a face with a fresh batch of pinky pimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why me? On top of that, both corners of my lips are cracked. Not dehydration for sure because the rest of my lips are fine. Googling the subject came up with very very different answers from iron deficiency to bacterial infection. I have slapped on a generous amount of vaseline. Lets see if it works. (Bloody hurts when I open my mouth, ouch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate tips and advices to get rid of the pimples!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568105464559913876-3530647033459100728?l=theunexpectedness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/feeds/3530647033459100728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2009/11/every-pregnancy-is-definitely-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/3530647033459100728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/3530647033459100728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2009/11/every-pregnancy-is-definitely-different.html' title='Every Pregnancy is DEFINITELY Different'/><author><name>Mom again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119829620137319073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568105464559913876.post-1754510682380175657</id><published>2009-10-28T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:58:22.757-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling sick'/><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>The past 3 days have not been fun at all. Sickness came back in full force, and I am not able to keep ANYTHING down. I tried the anti nausea pills my doctor gave me and even that didn't help. We had no choice but to go in to see him so that he could check on the babies and I. (Hmmnn... I quite like saying that: babies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blood pressure is good, babies are growing well, in fact the gender of T1 was made known to us today. Well the other one is keeping us in suspense until the next visit. I shall announce both in 2 weeks' time, when the other one decides to shift position and flash us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost a bit of weight but I also found out that it is very difficult to starve the babies unless you are extremely malnourished to begin with. You guys probably know that I have enough reserves for my babies to go a long way! hahaha... Nevertheless it is important to keep myself healthy and hydrated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568105464559913876-1754510682380175657?l=theunexpectedness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/feeds/1754510682380175657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2009/10/sick.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/1754510682380175657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/1754510682380175657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2009/10/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Mom again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119829620137319073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568105464559913876.post-1361314719097997045</id><published>2009-10-16T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:58:26.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No pain no gain'/><title type='text'>Honeymoon Trimester?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.srcpt.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/carpal-tunnel.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 360px;" src="http://www.srcpt.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/carpal-tunnel.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second trimester is supposed to be the honeymoon period which begins this week. Not surprisingly, my sickness has not waned. To make matter worse on top of my hip problem, my Carpal Tunnel Syndrome (CTS) kicked in today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those unfamiliar with CTS, CTS in a nutshell is compressed median nerve in your wrist (pic above) which is connected to your fingers. The most common symptoms are numbness or pins and needles in your hand. I also experience weakness in my lower arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was pregnant with Eddie, the CTS came about only some time during my last trimester. The pins and needles in my right hand was 24/7. Imagine having numb hand ALL the time. However you do get used to it. It only went away about 1 month after I had Eddie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cannot believe that this time around, I will have to put up with pins and needles for the next 150 days or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568105464559913876-1361314719097997045?l=theunexpectedness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/feeds/1361314719097997045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2009/10/honeymoon-trimester.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/1361314719097997045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/1361314719097997045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2009/10/honeymoon-trimester.html' title='Honeymoon Trimester?'/><author><name>Mom again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119829620137319073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568105464559913876.post-8326895054286820180</id><published>2009-10-16T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T21:47:58.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No pain no gain'/><title type='text'>A Case of Pain in the Butt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dclips.fundraw.com/thumbdir/www_Sticker_Tk_kiss_my_ass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 94px;" src="http://dclips.fundraw.com/thumbdir/www_Sticker_Tk_kiss_my_ass.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen 2 physios to try and fix the pain in my right bottom, to be precise. The general consensus seems to be that a fall over a year ago has destabilised my right pelvis, while pregnancy relaxin hormone has further weakened it. Therefore my butt muscles have been working overtime to hold everything together which then resulted in compressed nerve; hence the shooting pain from the butt down to the back of my thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent a total of 2 and a half hour this week experiencing various types of treatments and manipulation of my bones. Since my pelvis is weak anyway I had to do exercises to streghten them. One physio told me to do kegel exercise 100 times a day, while the other one told me to "tighten my anus" 400 times a day! Bloody hell which is which I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What tickled me the most was the latter. Perhaps my physio did not choose the most refined description of that exercise simply because his first language was not English . Could you could call it "clenching butt muscles"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my reader, you too must be trying it out to see whether tightening of your anus results in involuntary clenching of the butt muscles. Sig.Ot said no. I say a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, the pain has not gone away and dear Sig.Ot just said that he will buy me a wheelie walker. How sweet, my a**.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.B. Regardless of the terms used, how could anyone do it for 400 times a day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568105464559913876-8326895054286820180?l=theunexpectedness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/feeds/8326895054286820180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2009/10/case-of-pain-in-butt.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/8326895054286820180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/8326895054286820180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2009/10/case-of-pain-in-butt.html' title='A Case of Pain in the Butt'/><author><name>Mom again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119829620137319073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568105464559913876.post-9079109346379534550</id><published>2009-10-12T01:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T01:29:54.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Double Joy'/><title type='text'>Beyond Miraculous</title><content type='html'>You could almost imagine the feeling, but you cannot quite capture that feeling unless you too have experienced it personally. As a mother who sees your baby for the first time during an ultrasound scan, the feeling is indescribable. Regardless of how indistinctive the shape of the dot, you cannot help but to feel the elation and awe of how miraculous this creation is within you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, the first encounter did not yield the reaction I have described above. I am pleased to say that once I overcame the shock and went back for appointment with ob-gy A, what I felt when I saw the twins was exactly as per paragraph above. Not many people get to experience this but to be able to see not one, but two babies growing inside you is beyond miraculous. It is a double blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqXPdCLqKeg/StLoqSdo6ZI/AAAAAAAAASU/_HsUTE5XI8s/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqXPdCLqKeg/StLoqSdo6ZI/AAAAAAAAASU/_HsUTE5XI8s/s400/IMG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391627517124209042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568105464559913876-9079109346379534550?l=theunexpectedness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/feeds/9079109346379534550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2009/10/beyong-miraculous.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/9079109346379534550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/9079109346379534550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2009/10/beyong-miraculous.html' title='Beyond Miraculous'/><author><name>Mom again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119829620137319073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqXPdCLqKeg/StLoqSdo6ZI/AAAAAAAAASU/_HsUTE5XI8s/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568105464559913876.post-7004352819194936791</id><published>2009-10-08T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T17:46:13.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>First Wardrobe Casualty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.osoyou.com/media/images/items/2009/02/18/200921819472456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 367px;" src="http://www.osoyou.com/media/images/items/2009/02/18/200921819472456.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why are weddings always held when I am pregnant? I missed at least 4 weddings when I had Eddie. This year, I have only one wedding invitation whereby I have been invited to assume the role of emcee for a dear friend's wedding this November. The appointment was already done last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have even bought 2 dresses just for this occassion, before I got pregnant of course. When I found out I was pregnant, I was quite gutted by the fact that I will not be able to parade in my beautiful LBD. It is so gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than to waste it completely, at a close friend's birthday celebration recently, I insisted that she imposed dress code on everyone; black tie of course. She complied out of amusement, knowing full well of my LBD situation. I did not care on that night if I looked more overdressed than most of the restaurant patrons. I was only so happy that I could prance about in my dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound almost obsessive, but in the first few weeks of my pregnancy I would try on the dress from time to time, just to see if there was any chance I could wear it 4 months down the line. The first 9 weeks looked very bright as I did not put on any weight at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately today at almost 12 weeks, I could not zip up past my chest. Off the dress to the store room wardrobe upstairs to be accompanied by mothballs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568105464559913876-7004352819194936791?l=theunexpectedness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/feeds/7004352819194936791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-wardrobe-casualty.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/7004352819194936791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/7004352819194936791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-wardrobe-casualty.html' title='First Wardrobe Casualty'/><author><name>Mom again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119829620137319073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568105464559913876.post-5841776209668548798</id><published>2009-10-06T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T23:11:47.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pre-natal'/><title type='text'>Joy of Pregnancy is still Elusive</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still retching up tummy content every other day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trip upstairs result in breathlessness, bearing in mind I'm only in my first trimester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Night sleep is accompanied by at least 3 trips to the loo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not a single foot reflex shop would do my feet (my regular down the road has closed down), and please don't leave comments telling me that I'm not supposed to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And it's just been confirmed that confinement lady charges DOUBLE, not even 50% more. The logical decision is to hire 2 of them, but most of them wouldn't work with anyone else. Not surprised, the law of economics applies since there is more demand than supply. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh c***! Was googling for suitable photo to accompany this post. Have you seen women pregnant with twins? I've been told they're huge, but they are REALLY HUGE!!!!!! Kesan-kesan tegang yang tidak mungkin pudar. Sob sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568105464559913876-5841776209668548798?l=theunexpectedness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/feeds/5841776209668548798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2009/10/joy-of-pregnancy-is-still-elusive.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/5841776209668548798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/5841776209668548798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2009/10/joy-of-pregnancy-is-still-elusive.html' title='Joy of Pregnancy is still Elusive'/><author><name>Mom again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119829620137319073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568105464559913876.post-2493062610932288925</id><published>2009-09-16T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T01:38:38.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pre-natal'/><title type='text'>Caught up!</title><content type='html'>Last 2 weeks had me worried as one was about 20% smaller than the other. After all, about 20% of twin pregnancy end up with only a singleton by the end of the first trimester. Size does matter to determine survival.&lt;br /&gt;Today's check-up revealed that both are of the same size and they have got their individual placentas which is a very good thing. They are also most likely to be fraternal twins i.e. from 2 eggs and lets stay tuned for the gender in couple of months time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568105464559913876-2493062610932288925?l=theunexpectedness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/feeds/2493062610932288925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2009/09/caught-up.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/2493062610932288925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/2493062610932288925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2009/09/caught-up.html' title='Caught up!'/><author><name>Mom again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119829620137319073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568105464559913876.post-3881606416621596999</id><published>2009-09-12T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T06:15:52.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>Breaking Up is Hard to Do</title><content type='html'>The last time I was pregnant with Eddie, I had an excellent ob-gy (A). Things went pear shaped when I decided to have Eddie back in my hometown. Of course, I did not break the news to the ob-gy until towards the end as I did not want his service level be affected by my infidelity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my last visit to see him 3 weeks before I was due, I decided to tell him my plans. Sig.Ot did not even accompany me to see him! He told me that I should be the one breaking up with ob-gy. Men are hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round when I got pregnant, I decided to use a different ob-gy (B). After all my plan is to have the baby back in my hometown again. I only need an okay ob-gy for the usual checkup to ensure that baby is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However since I found out I am carrying double, I shamelessly went running back to my ex ob-gy. After all, he is the best in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to call up ob-gy (B) to cancel my appointment. The guilt in me usually comes up with a lame excuse such as I won't be in town and I will reschedule when I come back. Sig.Ot reminds me that I don't have to give any reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the worst part is at some point, I will have to break up with ob-gy (A), AGAIN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568105464559913876-3881606416621596999?l=theunexpectedness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/feeds/3881606416621596999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2009/09/breaking-up-is-hard-to-do.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/3881606416621596999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/3881606416621596999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2009/09/breaking-up-is-hard-to-do.html' title='Breaking Up is Hard to Do'/><author><name>Mom again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119829620137319073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568105464559913876.post-2963094379728414860</id><published>2009-09-11T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T18:32:41.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling sick'/><title type='text'>The Sickness that is Not Going Away</title><content type='html'>I feel so bored of being sick. I am sick from the moment I wake up until I go to bed. To make things worse, I cannot spend as much time with Eddie as I used to because I feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sight and smell of food make it worse, the only thing that I could slurp down is assam laksa which is a very very rare find in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a restaurant called Grandma's which hired an ex-chef of Madam Kwan's in KL. The food they served on menu are very similar with modification to the names. For example, the nasi bojari is called nasi bukhari. I ate assam laksa which was OKAY. Nothing beats the real penang laksa right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to Old Town to have their assam laksa. I just had to ignore the sardine slices they put as garnish on the bed of sliced timun. I mean come on, how stupid is that? Any assam laksa enthusiasts would know that using sardine is cheating, so why on earth would you highlight the fact by using sardine as garnish???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now who cares? Beggars can't be choosers. Until I brave the kitchen again and cook it myself, I shall not complain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568105464559913876-2963094379728414860?l=theunexpectedness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/feeds/2963094379728414860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2009/09/sickness-that-is-not-going-away.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/2963094379728414860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/2963094379728414860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2009/09/sickness-that-is-not-going-away.html' title='The Sickness that is Not Going Away'/><author><name>Mom again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119829620137319073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568105464559913876.post-3199484367267612440</id><published>2009-09-03T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:40:05.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dealing with it'/><title type='text'>Roll with it</title><content type='html'>I thought twins should only happen to people like Angelina Jolie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cannot understand why I am pregnant with twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not fall under any of the categories which make you more likely to have twins:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. African&lt;br /&gt;b. Over 35 years old&lt;br /&gt;c. Consumption of fertility drugs&lt;br /&gt;d. Undergoing IVF&lt;br /&gt;e. Family with history of twins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I call a random throw of nature's dice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568105464559913876-3199484367267612440?l=theunexpectedness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/feeds/3199484367267612440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2009/09/roll-with-it.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/3199484367267612440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/3199484367267612440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2009/09/roll-with-it.html' title='Roll with it'/><author><name>Mom again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119829620137319073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568105464559913876.post-2419555284217642979</id><published>2009-09-01T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T07:12:15.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dealing with it'/><title type='text'>The Unexpectedness</title><content type='html'>I always look forward to my ob-gy appointments! I love looking at the scans. But this time round, I was also a little bit worried as I have been ill the whole of last weekend. I came down with fever and very bad sorethroat. Luckily after countless mugs of warm drink of honey + lemon slices, the sorethroat went away without manifesting into cold or cough. In a perverse way, I do hope that I did catch H1N1 and survived with milder symptoms. That way, my body would have now developed some form of immunity towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see my new ob-gy today. My appointment was at 3.50pm and when I arrived there, there were at least 6 more patients already waiting there. Sigh.. she was one of the more common specialists who have got loads of patients crammed into her appointment book. (My previous ob-gy at Thomson was the best. I never had to wait more than 5 minutes for my appointment, every time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost an hour later, my name was called. My appointment this time round was to check for the baby's heartbeat. Off I went to the bed, cold KY on my belly and ob-gy could not see anything. Apparently full bladder was essential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So another scanner was called for, the more uncomfortable type. By that time I was a little bit worried because the dot may have disappeared! So the doc did her thing, and the nurse pointed at the screen. Doc did a double take then she went "oh." Come on, that got me bloody worried! And she said, "You are carrying twins!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? I burst into tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568105464559913876-2419555284217642979?l=theunexpectedness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/feeds/2419555284217642979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2009/09/unexpectedness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/2419555284217642979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/2419555284217642979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2009/09/unexpectedness.html' title='The Unexpectedness'/><author><name>Mom again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119829620137319073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568105464559913876.post-1146256194274369722</id><published>2009-08-18T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T19:42:25.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pre-natal'/><title type='text'>Trying</title><content type='html'>We have been working on having our "one more" child. I have always wanted just one more, as a companion to my lovely boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling pretty discouraged after 8 failed pee sticks. In fact in May, I was quite sure I had a miscarriage. I know my body very well, and it functions like clockwork. 9 days late was not delayed period. In fact miscarriage occurs so often that many of us never realised. I suspect most people who never probed deeper were just so glad that their period was merely "late."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very different when you are trying. Every day I was late, I was so tempted to pee on the stick. This time around I did not want to jinx it. The last time I was 9 days late, the 9th day that I peed on the stick, my period came on the same day. Co-donor was not too optimistic either. I suspect he did not want to feel disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this time round I waited until I was 10 days late, and I rushed to the pharmacy and bought the cheapest pee stick. Woo hoo!!! I was pregnant. I made an appointment to see any nearest gy-ob who could see me on the same day. I found one, called co-donor and told him where I was going. He was flabbergasted when I told him the results of the pee stick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw ob-gy who confirmed that I was about 5 weeks. Appointment was made for 2 weeks later to check for the heartbeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568105464559913876-1146256194274369722?l=theunexpectedness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/feeds/1146256194274369722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2009/08/trying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/1146256194274369722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568105464559913876/posts/default/1146256194274369722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedness.blogspot.com/2009/08/trying.html' title='Trying'/><author><name>Mom again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119829620137319073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
