Work has been crazy. Leaving one pair of hands to organize an entire conference is seriously no joke, not to mention that the usual workload still stands. I was on the verge of bursting on Monday but thanks to God, He provided two very good chairpersons to work on this project with me. They are not the typical academic staff who simply push everything to the admin to do, and really came in hands-on in the publication of the proceedings, which is the other big portion of this conference. Telling myself to do one thing at a time also helped. Somehow, I got past Monday & Tuesday, no doubt with a short fuse, but I still got past them. The rest of the days still saw me busy as a bee, but God has been very gracious in letting many tasks get done in a short period of time. Just have to pray that no boo boos were made in the hurry ;p
Last Sunday after church, some of us went for lunch at a nearby coffee shop. I was the only one who ordered laksa. It didnt taste too correct, so after half a bowl, I passed it to derod who finished it all up. We shared a cab with ET and when I got in, I really didnt feel too right. By the time we alighted, I was ready to regurgitate it all out. After some contemplation (yeah... the discomfort of the momentary exercise versus letting the stuff sit uncomfortably inside me for a longer time), and since the urge came, I relented. Trusty plastic bags in my handbag came in handy again. Oh, in case you're interested, derod was fine.
The tummy was still ridiculously itching. I was complaining to P2 when we met for bible study last Saturday how agonizing it was and she was so amused with me, until I showed her the real thing. The reaction turned from amusement to horror in a flash, followed by a sympathetic oh dear!!! Mother, kao fu and auntie were nagging at how I should stop scratching/ rubbing and the same immediate, sympathetic reaction will be flashed on their faces once they catch sight of my red and pok-poked tummy. The summer man said I should not show anything to anyone, and I told him I wasnt gonna show him. To this totaly out-of-point comment, he gave up and buried his head in hands. hahahahah
So the laksa trouble and tummy rash were reported to my gynae when we saw him for our 26th week visit on Monday. He commented that I was putting on some weight, and I detected some approval in his tone. Well, 6 kg is on a rather low end, I think, but it's not as if I've not been eating. He advised caution on food since pregnancy may cause certain lvels of sensitivity to my stomach. Then proceeded in his usual tone to lie down for examination, and to see how bad the rash was. Even he was taken aback at the tummy and went on an "oh dear" streak for a little while. He suggested that it must have been due to something I ate, but then the rash didnt affect any other part of me. The summer man said that all doctors say that when they dont know what the reason for the problem is. Hmm... some sense in that. Anyhow, he prescribed medicine (which made me terribly drowsy) and some creams and I must say that the situation is very much improved at this point. Thank God!!!!!! You have NO idea what a relief it is...
Gynae also said baby's growing very well, and has a strong heartbeat. You know, when he was using the doppler device to listen to the heartbeat, the little fella decided to give a kick and the side of my tummy bounced up. That was all it took for gynae to conclude that bb has been giving "active kicks", to which I could only nod in resignation. The latest this little one has been up to: kicking me inwards (versus upward toward the tummy skin) at the ribs and at the bone nearer the bottom. Aw...
I have to watch the amount I eat now. If it goes beyond normal proportions, even if I really am hungry or greedy, it's detrimental. Believe it or not, I wont even be able to stand up straight, and will have some difficulty walking cos the tummy feels sooooo stretched, and I'd get breathless cos "no space" left for lungs.
I still miss alcohol. So sad... everyone will be drinking at alwayseekings' wedding and me no red wine no beer...
The summer man's leaving for NZ with his family for a month, and has so generously lent us his car!!! We'll get to drive his mazda for an entire month! Will be very helpful in getting lots of errands done.
We enrolled for an antenatal class, which will commence early next month. Cant wait to see how derod practices on bathing the baby hahahah
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