I’m now in my week 29 of the pregnancy (approx 7 months in) and I’m definitely feeling the load of carrying Muffin Zachary. The 2 flights of stairs to the office is like Mr Wolf huffin-a-puffin’, the 8 hours I sit at my desk at work is like resting on a sharp concrete slab, I wake up to pee in the middle of the night like as if my bladder has just reduced its size by 50% AND back aches are an everyday affair.

I have a pillow on my back to keep me on my side, one between my legs to reduce leg cramps (which btw isn’t 100% effective, had a cramp attack last nite!), one to hug and one for my head to rest on. I feel like I’ve built a bunker around me—poor David can’t even get close!

I have really fugly stretchmarks that I had tried to prevent with all these so called creams but failed miserably when they started appearing bit by bit by bit. My mom had them so I blame my mom it on genetics. And, my body temperature is probably up by 1°C cos I’m so warm all the time!

I can’t get close enough to the kitchen sink to do dishes without getting water everywhere (ok this one is like me making an excuse so David would do the dishes, even at my mom’s!) and I find it so hard to get up from the couch without him helping me up. I really do feel like a beached whale on shore! And I’ve stopped baking religiously cos I just can’t take the heat and the standing-up-for-long-periods-of-time. I really do miss baking and I’m pretty bummed that I won’t be baking any CNY goodies this time around.

But even with all the inconvenience and changes I have gone through (and more to come for sure), I am really anxious that baby will be arriving in less than 10 weeks! I can’t wait to see his face, hold his small fragile body, touch his wriggly fingers and tickle his little toes. That said, 10 weeks will zoom by before we know it and I still need to interview 2 babysitters, attend pre-natal classes, buy his cot and stock up on my TVB dramas to watch during my confinement period. So much to do so little time!