8.08am: “Please come back when u drop Xan off at school.” The Wife had been spending the last couple of weeks at home while I drove our son to and from school every day as I went to work. Today was no different, until my phone buzzed just as I was pulling over at Xander’ … Continue reading Now That’s Expedited Delivery
I’ve been reading through some other blogs on the topic of post-natal confinement, and it seems that while people are lauding over the joys of pregnancy, few people actually speak of the aftermath of giving birth. In fact, the most I’ve gotten about the subject prior to Xander’s birth were either a very sympathetic “Good luck, bro” or a very solemn “Welcome to parenthood. Try to stick with it.”
It really isn’t until you’re in the thick of it that you realise exactly why these responses sound the way they do. And even then, they don’t even begion to describe the ordeal you have to go through, regardless of whether you are the father or mother.
I spoke to the gynae, my mum and dad, even my happily married sister with three children, not to mention the handful of friends that have gone through the same thing I am going through now, and they all say the same thing.
Husbands are pretty useless during a woman’s pregnancy.
My wife would wish it were so easy. Xander’s been moving about more frequently and vigorously the past week or so. ‘Tis the month of turning down, as our gynae and about a hundred pregnancy books and articles say, so my wife is also in the process of packing her overnight bag for the hospital … Continue reading You are running out of swim space on Local Belly (B:). To free space on this belly, click the belly button.
So my wife was out with an old school friend in town for dinner last night, her hair down and dressed in a black satin A-line sleeveless number (that hid her maternal status quite well from quite a few angles) and a pair of bell-bottom Dorothy Perkins maternity jeans, she looked like a 7-month pregnant woman who was ready to enter Zouk on a Friday night – and would’ve gotten into the VIP entrance. When she came home from the nice Japanese dinner and catchup with her friend, she told me, among other things, that midway through the night, she noticed a guy giving her glances and activating her GPS (Guy Predator Senses), much to her amusement. She also told me the guy was about to approach her, presumably to make contact, or ask for her number or something… until she turned a bit and Xander stopped him short.
Ah, technology. So advanced that 3 dimensions are no longer enough. It used to be 2 dimensions are all you’ve got when it comes to looking at your child before it makes its debut into the world from its mother’s womb. Add another dimension and a 3D ultrasound scan will yield the images you see above, and then you add yet another dimension and call it a 4D scan just to make it sound like paying S$250 for it is justified.
Finally we’re on our way. Our leave has been approved, the tickets are booked, our hotel room is reserved, the relevant authorities have been informed… we’re going on our first vacation as a family (Xander included). There are worries of course. My wife said last night we are apt to do things unconventionally, and to … Continue reading The Reprieve
My wife and I were told while doing our ultrasound scan today that the unidentifiable little blot on the screen that is supposed to be between the legs of our unborn child has a 60% chance of being male genitals. There was also a 30% chance that it was just the umbilical cord. The umbilical … Continue reading 90% Human.
About a month ago, shortly after my wife confirmed her pregnancy and started reading up on her foetus’ development inside of her, she suddenly quipped one night that the little life force growing inside of her, if male, will have his scrotum developing on the head and eventually moving down to the front pelvic area … Continue reading By the 2nd trimester, your baby’s balls will move from his head to his crotch?
1 1/2 hours later, we finally got our consult, and were told to proceed to the X-ray room for a photoshoot (forget anorexia baby, bones are the new black, uh, and white). This is where it gets little interesting, because everyone knows when doing an X-ray, you got to remove all your jewellery and metal objects. So I told my wife, “Pass me your necklace, rings and earrings before you go in.” She starts taking off all her jewellery then freezes with her head down for about 3 seconds and then turns to me, saying, “What about my navel ring?”