Wiggly Birthday

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My son was invited to a 3rd birthday party today. It was at the Wiggly Centre. Last time we were there was for his 2nd birthday party and he was stuck in the toddler's play area. Today he was unleashed to the big kid's play area. Time flies!

It was really weird that amidst all the kid chaos and Wiggles songs playing over and over on the speakers, I had to go to the bathroom and do a blood glucose test. This involves pricking my finger, drawing blood and putting said blood on a test strip (which is inserted into a small portable blood glucose machine). You wait 5 seconds and viola, it displays your reading. Hardly the activity you see at an indoor play centre!

Funny thing with this "slightly elevated" blood sugar, I have suddenly stopped craving all the sweet things that I craved earlier on in my pregnancy. I guess that's a good thing.

Bitter Sweet Pricker

8-3-10, originally uploaded by rhee1975.

Alas, my blood sugar is slightly elevated. Hence, this blood sugar monitor. This means I have to prick my fingers four times a day. So far my fingers have been pricked twice and they are sore :( I have to do this until my baby is born.

You know what? I will do it if it means my baby and I will get through the ordeal safe, healthy and in one piece.

But damn my finger hurts....

An Apple and a Walk

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I walked to work today. I left extra early just in case it took longer than usual because of my ever expanding belly. It was a nice walk actually. I took my time and munched on my apple, enjoying the outdoors. It took me 15 minutes.

On my way to work, I saw a man running. My first thought when I saw him was "Oh damn, I hope he doesn't collapse because I will have to resuscitate him in my pregnant state." He jogged along. I looked back at him again because I noticed he was wearing sandals, khakis and a nice dark blue polo shirt with white stripes. Hardly the jogger's outfit. When I looked at him again, I realised it was a surgeon I used to work with who is now retired! By then he was further down the street and not within hearing range anymore. Knowing him though, I wouldn't be surprised that he was running in that attire - but the question is to where?! Too bad I couldn't call out to him because he was too far now. I would've asked him why he was running and where he was going and how retirement was. He was actually my favourite surgeon to scrub with.

So off I trotted on to work after that little encounter. My apple was gone before I even entered the building. And I was still hungry. Being pregnant has turned me into an eating machine. BURP!

Watching the World Outside

4-3-10, originally uploaded by rhee1975.

This is the only view of the outside world when I am at work. Sometimes, when I am stuck doing a really long case in theatres, I might not even see daylight.

I took this photo while waiting for my mom to send me a picture message. This is one of the places I get a 3G signal from. I liked how the floor reflected the light initially. When I looked closer, the floor looked more like water to me - and how it even had a ripple effect. I was in awe.

Simple things catch my eye and it makes an otherwise normal day seem extraordinary.

Valentine's Day Again

3-3-10, originally uploaded by rhee1975.

I had a not very nice start to the morning. Went to see my obstetrician to get the results for my fasting glucose tolerance test and the result was not favourable. My reading was a bit high. Drats! Too much sweets seeing my craving this pregnancy is mainly chocolate. Not a happy gal! I now have to go the diabetic clinic and see a dietician. I am going to control this thing with a healthy diet and exercise - that is my plan.

Anyway, hubby took me to lunch at a Turkish restaurant where we shared a platter for two filled with chargrilled meats and dips and breads and salads and rice. It was delicious! I'm glad we tried something new today because it started to make me fell better (after this morning's news from doctor).

After lunch we decided to watch a movie - Valentine's Day. I love romantic comedies. They are one of my weakness. I totally loved the movie. It was like dating all over again. It was just me and hubby because our son was in pre-school. By the end of the movie, I was feeling a whole lot better.

Love comes in many forms. Sometimes when you least expect them.

xoxo

Super Duper Special Lunch

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I like to make interesting food for my son to try and for him to enjoy. Today, I made round open sandwiches with 4 different toppings. He devoured the thing! My husband saw the platter before I served it up and he chuckled at the preparation.

It was a labour of love xoxo

"This Will Just Be a Small Scratch..."

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I've heard them all... what anaesthetists/blood collectors/nurses/doctors say just before they give you a needle or take your blood.

"This will just be a small scratch..."

"This won't hurt a bit..."

"Just a little sting..."

"It will just be like an ant bite..."

"Here we go - a little sting..."

"This might hurt a bit..."

"Just relax...."

Those phrases they come up with is synonymous with the action of them about to jab you. Today, when I was getting my blood tests (all three of them on the hour for three hours), the phrases swam in my head as I sat there hoping that I wouldn't faint because I had also been fasting since 9pm last night. I was fine though and my son kept me company. I explained to him the day before the procedure and the events of this morning's activity. I told him he will support mommy because mommy needs some blood tests. He asked what support meant and after I explained to him what it meant, he was happy to oblige. And oblige he did. He was so good that the ladies in the pathology office commended him for his good behaviour. He was so good that I rewarded him with a treat - Easyway, chocolate milk tea with pearls.

Overall, the experience was not as harrowing as I anticipated. We walked away from the office with me sporting three round bandaids (two on my left and one on my right crook of both arms) which my son thinks is the worst part of the ordeal because when you pull bandaids off, it is "ouchy". You know what? He probably is right.