Counting down to Hubby's return...and a Mother's love..

Yippie, 3 more days and Papa Gee will finally return to Singapore to be with us! Actually, time seems to pass quite slowly ever since I knew he was going to return this week... but I am definitely not complaining.. coz his trip has been shortened by almost a week, and I am so thankful that he can be back soon.

And I don't really know whether little KEBKT knows that his daddy is going to be home soon, because I have been having jabbing pains in my AXX, errr.. can I use this word... ASS... actually not really ass, but more the side of my butt that connects to my leg. Hee.. ok.. confusing?? Nevermind.. just know that it REALLY hurts when I try and take a step when I am walking, and when I am trying to turn from the left side to the right side at night when I am sleeping. The pain was kinda so bad that I cried last night because I just didn't know what to do.

Also, many things seemed to be happening around me, that sorta set me thinking a lot. First, one of my colleagues who is expecting round the same time as me, was admitted to hospital for bedrest probably till she gives birth, as she has low amniotic fluid and because her cervix was starting to dilate as her daughter's head was pressing down. And did I mention that just a few weeks ago, she was complaining of the same pain I was talking about...that jaring pain that made walking almost unbearable... can't help but feel a little paranoid at this moment... What I am trying to do now is to try and avoid carrying and bending to pick up stuffs (was doing lotsa that when I was trying to clean and pack the house), and just be good, so that the little one will be good too.

Second incident that affected me during this period was my colleague's son.. who was diagnosed with brain cancer, and has barely turned 1. Doctor has just performed a third operation for him in the past 3 months, and is getting him ready to go through chemotherapy. She just messaged me today to tell me that her son was crying so badly in the hospital that his brain was accumulating water, and that they could not perform the chemo on him. In the end, they had to discharge him, and get him to go back probably next week to try and perform the chemo on him. I can just imagine the amount of pain my colleague is going through at the moment, and the tremendous amount of pressure she must be facing. And I pray that God will give her strength during this period, and to bless them so that they will get through this...

Quite frankly, I was planning to be blogging something happier.... but dun really know how it ended with this. Anyway.. promise that my next blog will be one with photos and definitely something happier ok?

Emotionally challenged?

Been sometime since I updated the blog with my progress ;) So here I am back again, with my random blabber.

Wondering why I titled the blog this way? Just thought if there are words such as vertically challenged, horizontally challenged etc.. then surely there must be a term "emotionally challenged" (shall refer to it as EC for the rest of my entry). Moving into my final trimester, somehow I find myself having more cravings.. ironically.. not really cravings for food... and in fact, I don't seem to be able to eat as well as I did in my second trimester, not too sure whether it's because of the EC state... but rather.. I find myself craving for more attention. Hee.. hope this doesn't make me sound someone who is half sick in the head!

But seriously... I find myself riding the emotional rollercoaster every now and then... being really happy.. and crying uncontrollably at times. And I guess it really doesn't help that Gee is away at the moment.... but I am truly trying to be a stronger person now..so as not to add to his pressure, and of course not to stress my little one too with my "out of pitch sobs".

And oh..finally one confession... while Gee is not around..I have taken the liberty to use my 2 favourite names on my little one...sometimes calling him Kenji..and sometimes Ethan... ;) (dear, dun get mad at me!) And did they say silence means consent.. coz I sure dun hear the little one objecting!