Day 232 - Daily Rants

So just some updates on my life so far. I'm guessing most people have already known about my pregnancy. If you are still clueless, Please click here for my announcement.

Life as of now is still normal. I spend my days walking. Yes. I got a temp job as an assistant to guy insurance dude. He is very nice. Letting me off early if there's not much to be done, job scope is th bare minimum(I'm guessing he don't dare ask me to do much as I'm super pregnant as of now), all I really have to do for him is filing of completed cases, chasing those documents he wants urgently, send out documents to clients( and by that I really mean just folding and putting them in envelopes) and answer his phones. Basically, just sit on my ass and walk around th office like 10 times a day. Which is good for me because exercising helps with labor.

In other news, I had like one little episode of pink spotting a few days ago, but being a v calm person, I didn't panic as much as my dear friend Alyssa Bay. (here's your shoutout babe!) This little (okays she's my giant) darling here, went into 3/4 panic mode and called up her aunt, who's a nurse, and asked her so many questions. Love th support and help though. For me, I just texted my old boss who's a doc and she told me bed rest, and my personal "whatsapp missy", XY said that it was normal if it's pink. So, monitoring and it was only that one episode.

But th pain just between th bump and my boobs has been consistent and as of recently, getting worse. According to th half asses they pass of as "Team doctors" at KKH, "it is normal. Just th baby kicking." Well, all I can say is, FUCK YOU. You guys don't even bother asking questions about th pain, don't even bother feeling th affected area. So by using your supersonic x-ray eyes you can tell its normal? Damn I should have been a Doctor. Don't even need to know medicine. Just sit there all day and tell everyone "yes, that's normal". I waited 3 hours to see you with an appointment that I wasn't late for. Th least you could do was entertain me for more than 2Mins right?

Yesterday, I made a call to the office of th women that first touched me(deliberately making it sound wrong here), th doctor that delivered me(I'm mad surprise she's still practising), Dr WK Tan, and managed to get a consultation slot with her next week. I know it's too late to change hospitals seeing has I'm 33weeks preggers. But at least getting a second opinion from a doctor that actually cares will give me an ease of mind. Mummy wants to tag along cos she wants to tell th doc that she delivered a nightmare and wants to "return to sender". Ladies and gentlemen, my mum th jokester.

So I started doing mad research. Like more than what I'll probably do for school. About everything! milk bottles, strollers, diapers, etc. And I have a book. OMG, I've transformed into an aunty. In this book, I've researched(mostly pinterest, but they are so angmoh) from my hospital bag to how to sleep train a newborn. So basically with th help of pinterest and th mummies group that I joined on facebook(whaddap!) I can pretty much say I am more prepared of th birth of my little monster which I have yet to named. Is that bad? But I read that some people cant decide on a name even till after that child is born. I'm just thankful that I have a shortlist as of now.

Current weight: 55. I'm depressed. That's a 15kg gain so far.
Besides my weight and th pain above th bump, everything is smooth and on schedule.

Day 219 - Please act your age, not your mentality.

So over th weekend I announced my news online. Before I could even post th update on insta or facebook, a bunch of airheads thought it will be so funny to put me down. Saying that I was delusional to think that they didn't know I was preggers. Hello, Did I ever said you guys didn't know? Did I mention your fucking names on my blog? No. So go out to th store and TRY to buy yourselves a better personality. Seriously, that was an important moment for me and you guys HAD to ruin it with your sarcasm and "wittiness" (trust me, it was so much more childish than it was witty).

So here is your fucking medal as previously mentioned in my insta post for figuring out that I was pregnant. 3 medals for th 3 Jackasses. You guys can choose who takes the gold. Bitch asses didn't even have th common courtesy and decency to apologize. Really, you guys are freaking 23. Don't act like some 16yo and grow a pair or go get some tampons from guardian. They are having a 3 for th price of 2 sale. I don't owe you anything. I don't HAVE to tell you. Although discussing it with a girlfr aft made me realize it's not so much 3 dicks. It's th stupid, th dick and th tried to be funny. Whatevs though.

It doesn't take a genius to figure it out anyway. I stopped drinking. Quit my job in th nightlife. I stopped smoking like almost cold turkey. And th biggest clue of all, MY ASS DOUBLED IN SIZE AND I GAINED 14KG(and counting, sadly. I checked yesterday). The previous post was for those friends that I haven met in a long time, relatives that I haven seen since CNY. The world doesn't revolve around you guys. You aren't my only "friends"(I'm using this term very lightly right now). And mostly, I don't give a flying fuck if you figured it out. It was an announcement. It was my way of informing everyone officially. It was my moment. Please go to th corner and reflect long and hard about what you did.

As for all that did genuinely feel happy for me, I thank you for your well wishes. I am doing great (except for that episode with th jackasses). I feel like Dayanara from OITNB though. when she was huge in season 2. Small head, big body. I can't wait for this part to be over. For me to be back to being underweight. For me to be able to fit into my size 34 Drop dead shorts. Oh I checked, I haven even hit overweight. Currently acceptable weight but I'm starting to cut down on my carbo intake. I heard on a Chinese health nut show that for my age and size, I shouldn't be putting on so much weight. Probably around 12-15kg? I have 2 more months to go and I'm already at +14kg. Good lord.

 I'm trying my best to refrain from stuff I shouldn't take and things I shouldn't do. Maybe I shld start weeding out people that I shld avoid too. So my EDD (estimated due date) is th 24th of October so stay tuned for more updates (ie. gender of baby)

Th Cat's out of th Bag.

So, as of today, 21st August, I'm 30+4 Weeks preggers. And just for those who don't speak pregnant, that's probably about 7 and a half months. Yippes *Cringe* that's like another 2 months or less till th dreaded day. Okay, I read an article that says you shouldn't think of th pain as pain, but what you need to go through to meet your child. That shall be my mantra along with afew cuss words during labor.

Okay I hid this secret from probably 80% of my friends so don't freak out just yet. Even hid it from my own mother for awhile. I eventually gathered th courage to tell her and now, to announce to the whole world (or those who are KPO enough to want to know more, hence, you reading this right now)

I didn't know how to tell my friends and those that knows, are on a need to know basis. A minority of th people that knows, are told by blabber mouths whom I shouldn't trust with anymore secrets in th future. Harsh truth. But these are th moments in life where you get to see people's true colors I guess. Most of my friends are very understanding. Some are appalled at my decisions. Honey, for th latter, all I can say is FUCK YOU. You don't know what its like to be in my shoes, so don't judge me before walking a mile in them.

Now back to th main topic. Pregnancy has really treated me well these past few months.

No morning sickness (thank you genetics)
No give-me-food-or-ill-kill-you cravings
No stretch marks (again, genetics is a beautiful thing)
No insomnia *touch wood*
Not so much pregnancy blue(ish)

What pregnancy actually gave me was
A jump in pants size. From a toasty 34 to a huge 38(touching 40, just bought jeggings size 40)
Its probably my own fault that I totally skipped maternity stores. I mostly stockpile dresses that I can wear after I regain my original body and for th pants, free pants for my friends I guess. Unless I find somewhere that sells fashionable maternity wear, I'm not going near those abomination they try to pass of as clothes.
Th feeling that my lower ribs are about to explode outwards.
Prolly th worse back pain of my life and there's nothing I can do about it.

So why am I suddenly announce this to th whole world? I ever thought of keeping th secret till I pop. Wouldn't that be freaky and cool at th same time? HAHAHA. Probably I feel bad that some of my close friends (Hi Wifey, don't kill me) are not in th loop. Some still ask me out for drinks and damn it I need an ice cold cider pronto. And I want to take fat OOTD in my FAT pants and wear normal clothes and not headache over th fact that I have only those 3 pieces of clothes that can hide th belly and I need those to be washed and ever-ready incase I meet up with those who don't know.Yes, my 7 months preggers belly can still be hidden. Not so much th thighs and arms and ass though.

I'm sure all of you jealous bitches are dying to know how much I have put on during these few months cos I have been dub Miss Skinny Bitch by all. I'm sad to announce as of th last check up (3rd Aug, lazy to weigh myself now) I have gained a grand total of 13kg which brings my total weight to 53 (still skinnier than most, so suck it!). Cel commented that none of th weight reach my face and neck, I should be thankful. But I HATE my arms now. They are like fucking twisted balloons popping out of my petite build.

As of now, I have finished my semester at Murdoch and will be going on break till God knows when so I'll be more free to blog. Didn't really take much of th belly progression pictures cos I'm mostly alone. So I'll gradually talk more about my situation so please don't bombard me with questions and whatnot. Fair warning, I might not even reply you. So keep a look out on this space for more update on my oh-so-exciting life.

Day 1 x Mr and Mrs Chia.

So as first official business of being Mr and Mrs Chia, I booked th hubbs and I a night at One 15 Marina. Kinda disappointed at their service and will not be back again. I splurged for a view and guess what my view was? Th freaking lobby. It was th entrance of th hotel, where I can see th security booth, their water fountain and th freaking VIP parking lots. So much for a hill view.

Apart from th view, I was advice to email ahead and tell them that it was my wedding night and maybe they could throw in some swag. To my horror, they wanted to charge me $80++ for a teddy bear, some helium balloons and rose petals. Seriously, I could get all that and a burger for $10. So upon checking in, they said they had their staff set up out towels in doves for us. A for effort but I could have done that myself with a youtube video.

Enough of th rant, th day was very enjoyable for me at least. One whole day to ourselves living th atas lifestyle(we were at sentosa cove duh), enjoying th peace and quiet away from all th bustling of everyday life.

Walked around th marina trying to decide what to eat and finally walked back to th first thing we saw, Greenwood Fish Market, cos we were fortunate and they were having their oyster Tuesdays. Yum. Ordered half a dozen and added on a oyster that wasn't part of th buffet just because. They had this really cool oyster menu that tells you th taste of th oyster so you can decide if you want it or not. Kudos.

Totally forgot to take a photo but we got us customized fish and chips and a pulled pork sandwich to share. Th fish was disappointing seeing as "fish market" was part of their restaurant name but th pulled pork was yummers.

Had us some international breakfast (my absolute fav) the next morning before heading back to reality. Not before we took a walk around th place of course. And guess what? we were so lucky to be able to get an Uber inside Sentosa Cove itself as this driver just brought someone in. Thank god, else will have to spend a bomb on booking a normal comfort cab or whatnot. Imagine th booking fee + Sentosa fee + th distance from Sentosa all th way back to Yishun. Good grace.

Angels and Demons

There are three types of friends out there. People who genuinely cares, people that wants to know just because and people who doesn't give two shit. Certain stuff has been happening in my life recently that caused me to see th clear distinction between these groups.

First lets talk about th people that doesn't give two shits about whats happening to you. They are th type of people that are what we call th "fair weather friends". When its all bright and sunny, when times are good and fun is everywhere, you see them around and being all happy. When th storm comes, they are no where to be found. Hence th term fair weathered. These people are generally harmless. You just need to keep your eyes open and be wary of them.

Next is th bunch that wants to know just because. As of now, I'm quite disappointed that I found at least 3 that were supposed to be inn th midst of "good friends of mine". No mentioning names or telling if anyone bothers to ask so as to avoid conflicts but they just disappointed me to th core. At first they seem really concern and all, but you'll realise that they just wants to know for th sake of knowing. And worse of all, it's not concern they show, it's gossip. But I'm thankful that theres a silver lining out of all these. I weed out th bad friends. I weed out th fakes. Gaiz, you're worse than taobao knock offs, unworthy of my friendship.

Lastly, I am truly thankful for th real people that care. It's sad to say that they weren't th people I expected in this category but nonetheless I appreciate them. They ask because they are concern. You can tell that they are concern for my wellbeing and not just busybodies. They help in my situation. They are there when I most need them. Thank you for being my friend. I haven a clue what I ever did to deserve such angels in my life.

Day 126 - Told my mum.