Allyfeel

Hello and sorry for MIA and not keeping up with blog reading lately. Please bare with me as I am getting heavier and lazier by the day. Urgh! Believe me, I even find it difficult to put on my underwear and pants. My stomach is really growing wild. I really can’t wait to see my baby and gosh, got to watch my diet a bit. I have another 2 months to go and my weight is already 62kg from pre-pregnancy weight of 50kg. *Shake head* 

We attended Ivan’s sports day last weekend. It was great fun. His father and I were impressed with how our little boy has grown. It was amazing to see how they are able to follow complicated instructions.  Lil one was doing quite well despite having recovered from food poisoning. He was purging and puking in the middle of the night few days ago.

> Competing in ball rolling, running.

> Waiting for his turn.        > Receiving trophy

Daddy and I had signed up for StemLife’s cord blood banking for the coming newborn. I just received the kit this afternoon. It was quite a good bargain. We signed up for the Platinum package, a payment for 21 years in one-year time. Heard from the agent tat it is a 50% off from normal rate plus a year free of medical coverage. If anyone of you interested to get the package, email me, I can pass you his contact. He is very dedicated. Hehe…yea, I will get rebate as well if you sign up.  

Other than tat, the creative bug has got into me lately. I could bead and bead till late night. Hell with those superstitious, hehe, I enjoyed doing it very much. Don’t think I will have any chance when the little one pops. Oh…yea, anyone of you heard of worldip tv? I have been watching some of the local tv in the office, hehe. Just register and you can enjoy watching free online live tv for a month. Cool!

I am feeling much better now; I was down with flu early of this week and took mc on Monday and Tuesday. I went for my monthly check up on Monday. It went all well but can you believe it, I am still not sure about the baby’s gender. Baby shut the leg tight and could not see anything. Doc said could be a girl because there is no penis to be found anywhere. Hah! However, she said my tummy is still 2 cm smaller than usual size. Hmm… that makes me worried a bit and worse she said I seem to squeeze my baby. HUH?? It is due to excessive coughing. Err… I was having real serious cough a month ago but no more wor. Anyway, I am trying to gulp as much of food as possible now.

Ivan is getting cheekier by the day and I think he has a little bit of stress as well from school. He constantly woke up in the morning asking me “Are we going to school today?” If my answer were yes, he would protest and ended up crying sometimes. His form teacher told me that he could not write “number seven” very well. Hmm…poor boy! Must be hard for him to do all this when what he wanted was playing.

He is very well aware of the baby now.

“kakak take(s) care of Ivan, not baby.” He exclaimed.

“Then who takes care of baby?” I asked.

“ Ivan”.  

“Oh..good! So you help mommy to take care of baby okay?”  

“Okie-dokie” 

“Where is baby mommy? Here (pointed to the left of my tummy) or here?”(Pointed to my right tummy)   “Baby is this whole big tummy.” 

“Oh…” 

Ivan experimenting with some cool nail grapics in Petrosains, KLCC.

This is a post to announce that finally my little boy stop crying to school. *Hooray!* It started 3 days ago when the principal herself brought him to the class. She was saying “Clever boy, come, and clever boy”. Wow, those are indeed very effective words to use. For your info, I only boiled egg for a day and never follow yet he still stop crying so it proves that egg boiling doesn’t work. Kekeke!

Bb started yakking a lot lately and started counting his fingers and anything he sees in books. He even echo what teacher said in school. Last night he told me teacher call him “Lazy”. “WHAT? Did I hear it right? Why teacher call you lazy” His reply was “ Because I never stand up”. According to Sri, teacher has to call his name 3 times before he stands up hence he earns himself a title of “LAZY”. What is this? I think teacher shouldn’t call him names lidat. I think I should call to clarify or to screw the teacher. *Blood boiling*. I practiced name-calling with him last night pretending to ask him to sit down, call many other names, and need him to stand up in response to his name. It was a fun game.

Let’s hope he doesn’t give me heart attack anymore by telling me these nonsense. I am gonna call the principal today. *Fuming*

**update: Called the principal, she said “not true”, in the morning, teacher usually pet talk to them asking them to wash face, wake up early and cannot be lazy. Therefore, I love to take it as it is and perhaps my maid was telling me the wrong thing. Just thought if they really do so, a concern phone call will serve as a warning.

A very Happy New Year to everyone, I know I had been MIA for some time. Pardon me, as I was busy with my daily dreamlike nausea and puke. I was also busy scooting around for a new school as it’s about time for the little sheep to attend school.

Wednesday: First day at school.
The sky were still gloomy and dark outside, I woke bb up while he was soundly asleep. It was the first day of school on wednesday. He dragged himself up while I get ready his uniform. He was somewhat jolly well happy carrying his Bob the builder’s bag and put on his Mickey’s socks and shoes before heading to school. All excited, including mommy and daddy.

They were already many little cuties at school when we arrived. Some were sobbing softly, some loudly while others happily entertained themselves with toys. I helped bb with his shoes in the shoe bag and sent him to class right away and I left him. He was perfectly cool and played with toys when I peeked through the window. Later I went in to the class again to chat with his form teacher and say goodbye to him. That’s when the horror scene started. He pretended not to hear me at first but facial expression changed immediately when I was ready to leave. He clang on to me and started crying hysterically. My heart ached seeing this, however I got to be firm. I left him crying in his teacher’s arm.

Today is the third day, he was very reluctant and already crying at home refused to put on the uniform, Sri has to coax him to put it on and he was so manja, he wanted Sri to piggyback him to the car. The moment my car reached the school, he started crying, tears were already thick in the car. Gosh! I feel so bad but darling, fees are not cheap; it’s for the better of you.

I really hope that he could do better at the following week. Does your kid cry their way to school? What do you do to calm and soothe them?