Changes...

Met up with bestie for a while at SDU today. Hey, before you shriek and exclaim "What?!", it's not the SDU as in the organisation that conducts match-making sessions for graduates but "Scrapbook Design University". Cool huh? I never knew such a place existed til 2 months ago. Yup, my bestie introduced that expensive hobby to me and honestly, i'm hooked to it (erm....more hooked to the process of buying and wanting to own all those pretty embellishments actually. Up to date, i've only created 5 pages and a few cards =p)

Anyway, before we met, we were smsing each other and she was grousing about having nothing to wear, about how she spent hours rummaging thru her wardrobe, in futile attempts to look for clothes she could fit in. I recall doing that too and feeling really depressed over being unable to fit into my wardrobe *sob sob*. Well, despite that, bestie still looked great! She looked radiant. Her countenance was very different from when she was in her first trimester. And, that inspired me to do a quick recollection of my very own changes during my first and 2nd tri...I'll be crossing over to my 3rd tri this coming Tues (11.09.07).

Let's see how much this scattered-brain mummy can remember.

Okie, 1st trimester.

Lots and lots of puking! Still remember my first throw-up to be at 6 weeks. That was when I tasted Colgate! Mine wasn’t just morning sickness, it was all throughout the day! It was a routine for me to throw up first thing in the morning and just before I sleep. Not forgetting the several unexpected sessions in between. At the end of my 1st tri, I had grown really immuned to puking that I didn’t even need Mart around to pat me anymore! There was even one session where I was smsing while hugging the toilet bowl! Thankfully, all these stopped the moment I was 14 weeks.

My immunity was down, way down, and I was falling ill every few days! That brought about waves and waves of influenza and left me with almost zero energy for work. My MC rate increased (honestly, I couldn’t help it) and work anxiety peaked cos I got worried over my pupils’ work and that definitely didn’t help in the recovery process.

With regard to classes on Saturdays, I recall the many times when I msged my boss and told him that I couldn’t make it for class. I was absenting myself so frequently that I was expecting myself to be sacked cos I had seen teachers come and go. But he didn’t. Boss told me that he was not one who would fire someone cos illnesses. I was really touched and I appreciated him (I still do!) for being so bearing and gracious.

Now, clothes. The most painful process was when I had to archive my clothes and count the options I was left with (that didn’t even fill one shelf!). I recall staring at my wardrobe and praying that I would still be able to fit into those beloved pieces after I’ve delivered. Depressed? Definitely! Hence, I could absolutely identify with how bestie felt. Shopping? The irony is, although I was a shopaholic, I had absolutely zero mood to shop cos I just didn’t have the energy! What I needed was rest and more rest.

2nd Trimester
Now, I’m yet another to vouch for the saying “2nd trimester is the best”! It indeed is. My energy level picked up and Mart and I managed to do quite a lot of shopping. We shopped for both mummy and baby. Well of course, baby was the priority. And honestly, I’m glad we did that cos I’m beginning to feel more tired now that I’m about to cross over to my 3rd tri.

My immunity level picked up cos I was able to resume to supplements like Vitamin C pills and tonics. Those energy boosters really helped. =D My appetite picked up too. I was feeding baby and myself every 2 hours! Up to date, I’ve put on12kg! =)

Physical appearance? What else other than getting bigger and bigger? Thankfully, no pig trotters! =D

Mentally? Scattered-brain syndrome. I was having a tough time at remembering details. I literally had post-it notes to remind myself of my daily tasks, right to the nitty-gritty of the questions I needed to ask someone. =(

Emotionally, I went on a roller-coaster ride! I’ve always deemed myself to be a rather independent lady who is rather task-oriented. When I’m at work, not that I meant to, but Mart would be totally out of my mind. During this period however, I recall shocking and amusing my colleagues with “I miss my hubby” half-through work. Back at home, there were also times where I missed my hubby so much that I actually cried myself to bed! Boy, I was shocked at myself! Not that he was far away at some foreign country, he was just out on a social gathering! U see, i was totally fine even when he went on his weeks of reservists throughout these 9 years (4 years of courtship + 5 years of marriage) . There was also this once where I teared for a whole 2hours for two consecutive days! And, that was for no particular reason. Boy, that was when the alarm within me rang and I knew I had to guard my emotions lest I fell into depression. Shared with hubby eventually and he was really sweet and attentive. Thankfully, those nonsensical sobbing sessions never did occur again. Now that I recall, I really shudder. I just couldn’t help it, I couldn’t control my emotions at all! Many would attribute that to hormonal changes. Well, I don’t intend to refute that, but I choose to believe that we can always will and exercise certain degree of self-control. Of course, that’s only when one is self-aware.

Now that I’m going to be 7 months preggy soon, I’m expecting further changes. Will update as those come along! =D