You’d definitely be pooped on at least once by now. That literally happened today. I’ve forgiven you, my child.
The second month didn’t get easier. We just got used to having a baby around. Thanks to my helper who is taking turns with me, I get to squeeze in some extra hours of sleep. On good nights, I can get by with 3-4 hours of uninterrupted sleep which I’m so thankful for. But sometimes, the baby boss decides to party up before his 3-hour sleep and what can I do about that? Nothing much but, wake up.
Like motherhood, nothing quite prepares you for your breastfeeding journey. Honestly speaking, I never thought of making breastfeeding an option. Somehow, I just decided that I was going to breastfeed my baby from the beginning. Possibly because, I am surrounded by moms who never give up on breastfeeding and it just encourages me to want to try it. Moreover, the prices tagged on formula milk in supermarkets are pretty horrifying. I’m better off squeezing my own milk.
What is day and night anymore? Toilet breaks are on scheduled basis – 5 minutes tops before Adam cries bloody murder – not for me, but for my breasts. Conversations with my husband are condensed to point forms. Text messages are becoming one-worded with the occassional emojis if I am lucky with time. And, I reek of milk every single minute of every day.
Nothing like in the movies happened to me. My water bag did not break like it did for Charlotte in Sex and the City movie.
I went for my last appointment on my EDD (17 June) and was still very much pregnant. My cervix was 1cm dilated and I still had a long way to go. I heard the remaining 9cm can take days! Since I was getting very uncomfortable, I decided to get induced.
I checked my bank transactions on my mobile last week and came across multiple transactions that looked pretty dubious to me – Network for Electronic Transfers. There you go, no merchant names, nothing. This raised all kinds of flags, no?
I quickly texted Luqman and told him in a frantic that my bank account is hacked. He told me to call up the bank to check and I did.
I’ve been wanting to eat them delicious cookies! Since I’m on my long maternity leave (baby, can you come out now?), I figure that I should bake instead. I scoured online for the perfect (by perfect, I mean the simplest) recipe. I found one on Martha Stewart’s website (you can find it here). It looked pretty easy. All I needed to do next was to get the ingredients and that’s what I did.