It's 530am in the morning and I've been awake for 2 hours. Went for a birthday dinner at Dempsey's House for one of Hubby's friends, and we started eating only at 930pm! So of course I am now suffering from a case of heartburn, especially since the meal included a meat patty, which takes about 4 hours to digest.

Not the first time I'm having pregnancy-related insomnia, so decided not to waste time staring into space. Woke up to work on my copywriting projects.

It's nice to be in the still of the night, accompanied only by soft music and my 2 groggy cats who wonder what I'm doing intruding on their nocturnal space. That is, until Marvel starts his engine and starts meowing away. Hope Hubby does not get awakened, it being a weekend morning soon.


The birthday girl is a mum, and I was talking with her about pregnancy stuff. Which got me thinking.

What I like about being pregnant:

The delightful feeling of the baby moving inside my tummy, especially at this stage when his punches and kicks actually result in movement bumps appearing on the outside. Tried to video it, but the effect wasn't obvious through the camera.

What I don't like about being pregnant:

The worry.

I was actually feeling complacent, thinking that at this late stage, everything should be on its way and going smoothly. Until I read the ST supplement 'Mind Your Body' this past Thursday, which had an article on still-births.

Apparently people are having freak accidents where their babies die in the tummy as late as 36 weeks. I'm 35 weeks + now. My Mum also shared that her friend's daughter-in-law lost her baby just a few days short of the EDD (expected delivery date). How horrible is that?

Both incidents were due to the umbilical cord getting wrapped around the baby's neck, suffocating it. Apparently, the mothers were busy at work and failed to notice whether their baby moved that day. The next day when they saw the doctor, it was already too late. And they still had to go through the entire process of labour to get the dead baby out :(((


So I am really paranoid now. Been poking the baby to make sure he moves morning, afternoon and night. He's being very good now, kicking away. Probably protesting against Mummy not getting enough sleep.

I guess this is the start of a parent's worrying over their child. Cliched, but true --- only as a parent will we understand why our parents are so (over?) protective of us.

Labels: Pregnancy