Mopi needs a walk-in wardrobe

D was kinda freaked to see piles of baby clothes overflowing from Mopi's cupboard, so this afternoon I thought I would get them in some sort of order.

Believe it or not, in that mess I actually found a full wardrobe for several age groups: 0-3mths, 3-6mths, 6-9mths, quite a substantial number of outfits for 9-12mths, and I even have one outfit for 12-18mths.


I really don't know how that happened!

I was shopping for newborn clothes but... people must have shoved those other cute little outfits into my shopping basket when I wasn't looking!

Anyway, D has banned me from buying Mopi more clothes.

;P














Besides little hats and socks (she has 12 pairs!), I can't seem to resist buying cool drool catchers! So kerrrrute!


D: Does she really need NINE newborn bibs?!?!?!

That kinda reminds me of handbag shopping -
D: Do you really need ANOTHER handbag?

Duh!

On another note, I am trying to get stuck into a more vigourous exercise routine again. It seems that one needs to be fit to pop a baby out!

So I've been heading to Fit4Two for aerobics, hopping on the cross-trainer and I am picking up the clubs again.

With the December to February festivities, my shingle-shangle illness and moving house kerfuffles, it's been a while since I've ventured onto the golf course. So yesterday, I went to the range for a bit of a hit.

At first, I felt kinda weird swinging the 7 iron and then I realised it's because I have put on quite a bit of bump since I last played. But it wasn't the bump giving me problems, it was my chest getting in the way!

After yesterday's session, I was all prepared to play 9 holes today but the weather here has been VERY HOT and humid, so D thought it'd be wise to sit it out. We're going to play early tomorrow morning instead.

But that doesn't mean he's going to give up on an afternoon of golf. He's gone off to have a round with S, so I am going to munch on very nutritious butter and salt popcorn and watch Elizabeth Town. okbye!

The credit card is still sizzling

We’ve coasted along into the third trimester. Mopi is at 29+ weeks and considering a baby is considered full-term at 37, there doesn't seem that long to go.

Having practically done zip to prepare for her arrival, I had a little panic fit this week, which forced me to sort out my to-do/to-buy list (which basically meant collating must-have lists from Kirri, Claire and Yvette - thanks guys!) and head to the shops.

And amazingly, I sorted out all the little necessities that Mopi will need in her first month... or three!

Now, you would think that me being ME, shopping would have been quite fun. But it was agonising!

An example: On Thursday, I went to the 1Utama Mall and spent AGES trying to figure out which brand of diapers to buy, which Sebamed baby wash was better value from which pharmacy, and if Winnie the Pooh looked too scary on the travel mosquito net. I got there at 10.45am and didn't leave till 5.30pm! I didn't even sit down for 5 minutes during the entire time!

Luckily, I was like an energy bunny this whole week. They call it the nesting instinct in pregger books.


The big ticket items have already arrived or are on order.

We ended up buying this Stokke Xplory Pram in red, which if you remember I had my eye on for a verrrry long time.

And here’s Mopi's cot (it has a matching change table) in her room under a Kessler doggie painting and a couple of cute bed sets which we got her:


So all in all, I'm done except for a few bits and pieces to pick up from Mothercare. They go on sale next month so am waiting till then to finish up.

'Cuse me, can I have a low-fat no-foam decaf latte, please!

Our names are down for antenatal classes

Today, I signed us up for ante natal classes at Gleneagles Hospital over three Saturdays from 2-4pm.

Session 1
* the delivery process
* pain management

Session 2
* breathing techniques for labour and delivery
* pre and post natal exercises

Session 3
* common problems in infants
* breastfeeding
* how to bathe your baby
* tour of nursery and labour rooms

I think we need it coz we're not very into the entire process. Here's an example -

Last night's conversation:
Me: We're supposed to be talking to the baby, you know.
D: But how am I supposed to talk to your stomach?
Me: I know, it's weird.
D: It's like you tlaking to my foot. Here, you try!
...And he proceeds to shove his toes in my face.

Nice.

Mopi's CNY loot

Last night was Chap Goh Mei, the fifteenth day after Chinese New Year, marking the end of celebrations - and of the giving and receiving of ang pows.

Despite being rather itsy-bitsy, Mopi managed to collect some red packets.

Most people were rather pantang about giving, but some aunties were quite insistent: "For luck!", "For good fortune!", "For a fat, healthy baby!", and the best one from D's 5th Auntie in KL, "So she slides out fast fast!"


First deposit into the $uper-$aver a/c?

ps: I just opened the red packets and two were empty! And the culprit? Mopi's own father! No wonder his gambling luck has been really stupendous!

27 weeks

So I was right!

Mopi did become a watermelon overnight - well, since the last u/s anyway. We went to see Dr R on Wednesday and she has doubled in size! She was about 500g during the last scan and now she's just under 1kg.

I said to Dr R: "She kinda just popped out suddenly!"

His reply: "It's been known to happen."

Oh-kayyy...

I think I've piled on the kilos too. Scary, considering there's still quite a long way to go. My tummy is feels especially heavy towards the end of the day, when there is a kind of achy pressure down there (you know where).

Anyway according to Dr R, there's nothing to worry about. He even said I can still play golf! No excuses for getting out of exercising...

So it was really reassuring to see Mopi moving around this visit - especially after the shingles/mega-medication debacle.

Even Dr R commented on how active she was when he had a look-see. She kicked up quite a fuss when the doc roused her from her slumber to take all her measurements.

As you can see the pictures are getting clearer and clearer each month.

Her face was very close to the wall... we have a few squishy face photos too!

We've already established she has my pointy chin. Unfortunately, I think she also has my flat nose instead of D's nice pointy one.

D's response yet again? "Ohhhhhhhhhh Nooooooooooo!"

With three months to go, let's just hope Mopi develops her father's lean, long legs instead of my Little Lotta's!

Dancing baby

It's been a long time since I've been out in the sun.

On Sunday, I decided to follow D to the club and catch some rays, taking care to keep my rather raw post-shingle torso in the shade.


While D whipped up and down the pool, Mopi and I listened to some cool tunes on the iPod.

And she really loved it!

She was whirlin' n twirlin' n kickin' n groovin'...