23 July 2011, by Yi Lin

Hot & Bothered

(Warning: I am writing this post while feeling incredibly HOT (not in a sexy way) and cranky from being in physical discomfort 24/7. So this might turn into a bit of a rant at parts. It does not, in any way, reflect any ungratefulness or lack of appreciation on my part for my gravid state.)

HOW DID I GET THIS BIG IN ONE WEEK?!

Just Saturday, I blogged about being thankful that my shoes and accessories still fit, and about feeling blooming-ly beautiful.

This week, my watch and rings are threatening to cut off all blood supply to my hand and fingers. I kicked off my shoes in the office in favour of flip flops.

Last night, while lounging on the bed, Dan stared at me aghast, as I started flouncing about like a beached whale in distress (as much as a beached whale can flounce… which is not very much.)

D: What are you doing?!

YL: Uhhhh! *rolls left* *flails arms*

D: DON’T ROLL ONTO MY COMICS! *protectively snatches his precious cartoon sheets closer to him*

YL: Uhhh! *rolls right* *flails arms*

D: I’m going to put my comics on the floor. SAFER. *abandons distressed wife to take comics Far Far Away from Her Crushing Weight*

No, I wasn’t experiencing any contractions just yet. I wasn’t even anywhere near labour. My pillow had somehow gotten wedged under my back and I was thrashing from side to side while trying to pull it out from under my own big body.

Sigh.

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I had lunch with my friend Hon Yi earlier this week and was telling her how hot, heavy and uncomfortable I was feeling nowadays. She said, “I understand. I couldn’t fit into any of my maternity clothes at this stage, and needed both the fan and the air-con on the whole day.” She added, “It gets really difficult to hug too. Hang in there, babe.”

And that was it. It was nice to have someone to just listen, acknowledge and empathise (thanks Hon!) No counter advice like “Better enjoy now before baby comes out”, “It will only get harder once baby arrives” or “Better sleep while you can”.

I KNOW that life with a newborn isn’t easy. I KNOW that I will get less sleep. I KNOW that I will be really tired. But I still am looking forward to it all and advice like this doesn’t help. I DO already sleep as much as I can but uninterrupted sleep is a rarity now given the occasional insomnia and frequent toilet trips. Turning over in bed is akin to moving a house now. I know what people mean when they tell me to “enjoy” but there’s nothing enjoyable about my state right now.

Sometimes, the discomfort plus all the unsolicited advice just makes you want to scream.

*deep breath*

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Over the week, I’ve been mentally listing down all the things that I’m not going to miss about being pregnant. Unbelievable, since just a month ago, I was revelling in the perks of pregnancy. Well, with exactly one more month till my estimated due date, I’ve morphed into a cranky-ass (in more ways than one) mother-to-be writing a pregnancy hate list with a vengeance.

Dannie wrote a similar post just a few days ago. Since he always complains that I’m such an overachiever when it comes to blogging, I shall gladly outdo his 7 points with my 20 Things Not To Miss About Pregnancy (that’s for rescuing your COMICS first before your wife!)

1. Third-trimester hemorrhoids

There. I’ve said it (and probably just breeched my readers’ threshold for TMI online.) I just publicly admitted that I had – have (because one stupid bugger insists on living life al fresco outside the back door, even where the sun don’t shine) – piles.

It’s physically and mentally disturbing how something the size of a raisin can cause so much pain and grief to a woman. This must be how the poor princess felt in ‘The Princess & The Pea’. I tried to comprehend the situation ‘down there’ and was so horrified by what I touched and saw (which involved some serious body contortions and a mirror) that I ran to the husband CRYING about my disfigured butt.

Needless to say, he was suitably alarmed and drove me to the hospital the next day to seek treatment. I shan’t share details but it involved the duty doctor snapping on rubber gloves (snap! snap!) and me limping to the pharmacy with a prescription for numbing gel in one hand and a $22 inflatable donut cushion in the other.

2. The donut cushion

Related to Point 1. I thought I had cleverly disguised my embarrassing ring cushion in an IKEA cushion cover, which I then brought to the office. I didn’t feel so clever anymore when my cubicle mate sweetly and innocently asked, “Is that a special cushion for pregnancy? J (another colleague) had one too when she was pregnant. But hers was smaller and she put it behind her back, not sat on it.”

Good god. I couldn’t find it in my heart to lie to the sweet girl or tell her to mind her own business. So I explained the whole hemorrhoid incident. Then, it was her turn to look suitably alarmed and horrified.

3. Blind shaving

I’m amazed I haven’t cut myself yet given that I can’t see anything below the bump. And I don’t mean my legs. Muff, I mean ’nuff, said.

4. Constant peeing

Actually, it is only the constant need to pee. It is especially inconvenient when you’re in a large shopping mall, to hike across the endless rolling plains (well, it certainly feels like it!) in search of the toilet, queue up and finally pee… for an entire THREE seconds. I feel so cheated each time.

5. Inaccessibility

To my bum. Decreased accessibility, whether you make the attempt from the front or the back, has resulted in strange bodily contortions in tiny toilet cubicles. It makes wiping annoying.

6. Rudeness

On my part. Related to Point 4. Half-waddling, half-dancing to the entrance of the house when visiting friends and blurting out, “HiGuysCanIPleaseUseYourLooIReallyNeedToPeeBadlyThanks” as a greeting, is not a show of good manners.

7. Big Underwear

Unlike big bras, this is not something to be proud of. I don’t understand what pregnancy does to one’s bum that makes sexy thong underwear so incredibly uncomfortable (except, of course, the onset of hemorrhoids.) Super stretchy, super soft, maximum coverage cotton undies have become a pregnancy staple.

VPL? I’m beyond caring. Comfort rules!

8.  Loss of balance

Related to Point 7. This happens most often when attempting to put on or remove Big Underwear. Foot often gets caught in the abovementioned super stretchy, super soft, maximum coverage Big Undies and I lunge sideways like a drunkard. Thankfully, Dan usually catches me in time before I topple over.

Ever played Panty Toss? Nope, that’s not a new game for the iPhone. It’s when you’ve totally given up bending over to pick clothes off the floor. So you drop your undies, pinch them between your big toe and second toe, and try to toss them into the laundry basket without the use of hands. I don’t even know why I bother since I’ve got really bad aim.

9. Maternity leggings

Related to Point 8. No doubt the most comfortable bottoms to wear and a welcomed life-saver that goes with anything. But they are the hardest thing in the world to put on when you can’t bend over. I’ve resorted to lying in bed to wear them, cos it’s easier to get my feet through the holes this way without falling over.

10. The omnipresent panty-liner

I’m so sick of slapping on a pantyliner 24/7. But then, with birth, comes the need for mattress-like maternity pads, which eventually will dwindle back down to panty-liners again for awhile.

So this point isn’t counted. Scratch that.

11. Being called Big Lady, Mrs Giant and other such names

By kids. I was strolling along the poolside en route to the changing room in my bikini when I heard two little girls comment on my “wobbly legs”. Their swimming instructor chided them and said that when they grow up, their legs were gonna get pretty big too. The girls wailed as though they were being shaved bald and packed off to the abattoir. Ahhhhh, the sweet sound of revenge.

12. Belly stains

Because, unfortunately, I am a Big Lady with a Big Belly which gets in the way of things, especially liquids. Reaching over the pantry counter to rinse my drinking glass or refill my bottle will almost always result in a dark wet patch across my belly. When eating, crumbs or morsels which would otherwise fall back onto the plate, land snugly atop my belly instead. Spiffy.

13. Being shoved

Amazingly, the Big Belly can actually become invisible. This is when I’m boarding a crowded train and moving in the best I can, but commuters behind me still push forward thinking that there is room in front of me. So I probably look like this fat selfish inconsiderate b*tch from behind. Oh well. Whatever.

14. Lying on my side

I miss sleeping on my stomach. Even more, I miss getting a full back massage while lying on my stomach. I still get a sufficiently good back rub during a pre-natal massage, while supported by a complicated set-up comprising rolled up towels and numerous pillows, but it’s just not the same.

15. Being able to type properly

As the belly gets bigger, I have to sit further and further away from the edge of my desk and laptop. At home, when I type sitting up in bed, I can no longer rest my laptop and laptop stand on my, well, lap because the belly is in the way. Typing with arms outstretched is awkward. Getting an iPad is not a solution either, according to this pregnant tester.

16. Wearing my husband’s clothes

I’ve never been a fan of cross-dressing. But at home, I don Dan’s loose-fitting grey army PT singlets because I’ve long outgrown my own. Yes, wearing your husband’s shirts can be sexy, but not when you look like you’re going to stretch them into oblivion.

17. Being the ONLY hot one around

Apparently the key word in the phrase “bun in the oven” is not “bun”, but “oven”. This is what makes me roll up my singlet – Dan’s singlet – to expose my belly and fan myself with the newspaper like an Ah Pek in a coffeeshop. I’m just short of a glass of ABC Stout and a bucket of ice to complete the look.

At work, I’m constantly asked “Don’t you feel cold?” because I walk around (and fan myself) in a sleeveless dress. I feel like a sweaty freak amidst the shivering, cardigan-wrapped girls.

18. Third trimester insomnia

This involves waking up in the middle of the night and being unable to go back to sleep. This is cruelty at its max – knowing that you only have a few more weeks of baby-free sleep but your body won’t let you do it.

19. Incapacity

Ahhh, the sense of power and achievement in being able to tie my own shoelaces again. And trim my own toenails. I indulge in pedicures but would still like to have the ability to reach down and trim a chipped nail when it happens.

I was doing just that a few nights ago, albeit uncomfortably positioned like a human pretzel with my leg twisted up onto the vanity top and my foot wedged under my belly (it’s hard to picture this, so don’t bother trying.) Dan heard the clipping sounds coming from the bathroom and cried out in alarm, “BABY! ARE YOU TRYING TO CUT YOUR OWN TOENAILS?!?! STOP IT! IT’S DANGEROUS!”

20. Being asked “You mean you’re still around?”

Or “Hey, you’ve not gone off yet ah?” when people see me in the office. Kinda makes you feel as if people can’t wait to see you go!

There you go! That’s my wonderful long list of things that I’m so not going to miss when all this ends in a month’s time.

I think I’ll just go disappear now before yet another person asks why I’m still around.

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Posted on : July 23, 2011

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10 Comments

Yi Lin

Yi Lin

August 8th, 2011 at 12:57 am    


Ooh, Nature is one sneaky character then.

I’m all ready to push NOW if need be already. These 2 weeks to EDD are feeling like the longest ever.

Thanks for the well wishes and sorry for the TMI. Heh. Not often I get a guy leaving a comment so I kinda forget that I might have male readers and start writing like this is The Girlfriends’ Guide to Pregnancy.

See Khiang

August 3rd, 2011 at 4:08 pm    


I read somewhere that this is nature’s clever little ploy, designed to shake you out of the second trimester bliss. This way, you will have more motivation to push when the time comes rolling around :)

Which should quite be soon? Anyway, just wanted to wish you a wonderful delivery. Can’t wait to hear the birth story and meet the little one.

Take care!

P.S. Definitely TMI…

Yi Lin

Yi Lin

July 29th, 2011 at 3:42 pm    


Celine: I would have asked the hubs for butt-massages if I were you. Heh. Unfortunately, massages can’t treat butt pains caused by hemorrhoids… which, by the way, have subsided (not that anyone asked, but I thought I’d volunteer an update on the SITuation anyway…)

Shumei: Wow! What are the chances of us meeting again through this blog! I hope you’re enjoying living in the flat. We still have many wonderful memories of it being our first matrimonial home. Congratulations on your pregnancy. Sorry if this post didn’t paint too bright a picture about the 3rd tri! Enjoy the 2nd tri and er, take the opportunity to stock up on fans, service the aircon, shop for big undies, eat more fruits and veggies….

Madeline: Haha, I see that the memories of the 3rd tri are still fresh in your mind even after having the baby. Tee hee. Thanks for the empathy. Hanging in there!

Madeline

July 29th, 2011 at 7:19 am    


OMG I totally agree WHOLEHEARTED! These were my own complaints during my pregnancy as well!

Especially the shoving in the MRT, the constant ‘heat stroke’ and even wearing the hubbys shorts cos i can’t fit into my own! Anyway, I feel ya babe, hang in there! =)

Shumei

July 29th, 2011 at 1:48 am    


Hey there my ex-Bishan flat owner,

Chanced upon this and i have to click the “Like” button to your hate list. hoho. I’m in my 4th mth now and I can sooo picture myself in all that situations in the coming months…. Anyway, wish you a smooth delivery! =)

Celine

July 26th, 2011 at 3:13 pm    


Seriously Yilin, you are hilarious!

I did NOT miss in my 3 pregnancies the pain in my butt! It was such a deep numbing pain/ ache in the right ass that the doc couldn’t even figure it out. Seems like I was the only pregnant woman who complained about it! It immediately disappeared after the deliveries. Just glad not to have to go through that again :)

Tahan another 21 days k?!

Kristen

July 26th, 2011 at 6:31 am    


i used to strip down to my underwear, set the aircon to arctic, eat ben & jerry’s straight out of the tub, lock the door and put on a box set of glee.

seriously…make this month about you – you deserve it :D

Yi Lin

Yi Lin

July 25th, 2011 at 7:34 am    


Karen: Yes, one more month. Actually, 25 days till I go on maternity leave. Now I understand why people ask me whether I’m sure I want to continue working until I’m due. I’m starting to think it’s worth it just to take leave to go home and lie on my side!

Kristen: Thanks for the gardening advice. And…HOW DID YOU MANAGE TO GO THROUGH THIS THREE TIMES?!?! R-e-s-p-e-c-t!

Kristen

July 25th, 2011 at 5:12 am    


I hear you sister!

One word of advice, leave the lady garden alone! Seriously. Go native for a while until after the baby comes. Because soon, there will be a whole load of craziness going on down there and itchy pubes growing back will just be something else to worry about….hahahaha :D

Karen

July 23rd, 2011 at 11:22 am    


ITs really funny the way u listed & described those undesirabies during pregnancy..Though I’ve not had the chance to go thru them yet but I can imagine it… Poor thing.. Tahan a month more ya… :)

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