13th week and prayin...

Yeah its been 13 weeks since one resilient tadpole swam steadily to Nirvana, and eight weeks since I found out about my preggy pop status.

It was all kinda cool - new found mummy status, the Man doing the housework (or rather, he agreed to get part-time help), people treating you like a Queen etc... Until the dreaded MS.

Yes, the MS that plagues most preggy pops like cigarette smoke plagues your clothes. It's gross when you don't know when its going to hit you. Well, mine hit me with a vengeance in my 9th week...

It was terrible terrible terrible! I was huddled up in bed, at home on sick leave for a few days. The nausea and vomit comes in waves. I could not keep anything down for the greater part of two weeks and ended up losing weight rather than gaining it.

The Doc was sympathetic, but Ning was not.

"It's all in the mind!" Ning says. "You have to learn how to tahan and be stong like me!" All balderdash if you ask me. I'd rather be lying in bed than doing the Merlion over the toilet bowl at the office.

To make matter worse, I also developed what was known as the 'Bionic Nose and Tongue'. Anything that previously smelt and tasted heavenly to me, started to smell and taste like yesterday's garbage. I just could not eat. Misery.

Well.. things are better now... Or rather I hope it will be better now. Just that Nature added a new torture. No sourish drinks, no caffein and no extra spicy food. Nausea and stomach churn will immediately set in. It sucks. My favourite lime drinks, latte drinks and mee pok geh hiam (not hum!) will have to go the way of the XS clothes in the closet. For now anyway. Sigh.