Woo-hooo...

Yay, we finally got internet!! Temporarily at least. Our partners are off in US for a month so we borrowed their jaring decoder to see if it works. At the same time, husband is scouting around for the best broadband deal. When it comes to buying anything, he is such a woman. Buying one pants will take weeks of careful consideration and countless visits to at least 4 different malls. This drives me crazy. I am very quick with purchasing anything, if i have the money of course. I don't bother to compare prices with 254 other shops. Thats why I try not to shop with him, especially now when the last thing i want to do is to be traipsing around KL with the ever growing, heavy stomach. Im watching Animal Planet now. These Lemurs are sooooo cute. Sigh. I miss the cat. Im digressing. Anyway..

31 weeks next week and i will have 9 weeks left till i meet my baby. One part of me just can't wait for that moment but another part breaks out in cold sweat when i think incredulously that I, ME, i am going to be a mommy. Eewwwwwwww....!!! Tak cutenya the bats. Im still watching Animal Planet.

Reading Mother and Baby magazine always leaves me panic stricken cos it seem like i don't know anything and it seem like there are so many things to know. Theres a list of illnesses or infections that might afflict my baby and i should look out for the signs. Its all very scary. Makes me feel like having a check list of all things that i have to watch out for. Husband keeps telling me to Stop Panicking! and also to take things one day at a time.

I am not anxious about labour. I don't take pain very well. The doctor took my blood recently. Husband had to hug my head to his chest and hold my left hand very tightly. Several nurses walked past the room, gush at how my husband is so loving (he was just trying to keep me from bolting the room actually) and started to (very loudly) to my dismay, cheer! It was very embarassing. They proceeded to congratulate me on being brave and staying still. I feel 1.2 inches tall.

Obviously, i have heard, read and been told a lot of horror stories. But i figured that different people will have different experiences. Who knows? Maybe mine will be absolutely painless. Okay, i know that is not possible but heres to praying for a miraculous best! Heee.