Well, technically he won’t be able to see clearly right away.  Right now I’m just listing down stuff we’ll need – that’s probably mostly diapers, diapers, diapers since I can’t buy too much stuff coz I won’t be able to bring all of them back to Singapore.

By this time, my tummy’s really heavy,  it’s impossible to switch sleeping positions.  Imagine a plastic cup.  Poke a hole at the bottom of it and then put one of those heavy paper weights inside.  That’s kinda how I feel.

All the clothes that I brought home with me no longer fit too and I really don’t feel like buying new clothes since I’ll be giving birth in a month and I don’t plan to stay this size that long.  So I’ve been wearing my mom’s shorts and my dad’s shirts for a few weeks now.  That’s also why I haven’t been going out that much since I basically have nothing to wear and I think I walk like a pregnant person already.  I’m a liability.   

Given, that I’m excited to see Luke, I also can’t wait to get my hair colored, visit the derma, and do all my maintenance stuff.

Luke still kicks hard.  He kicks the table when I’m eating and he kicks the bed when I’m sleeping on my side.  He’s most active late at night which probably means he’ll be keeping us awake during those times.  He also likes kicking my iPod when I put it against my tummy so he can listen to classical music while I listen to something else.

I am so hoping I’m going to have a smooth normal delivery. (Might I add painless?)

I pity my cats because I can’t carry them anymore.  I try to avoid making eye contact with them because when I do, they start following me around or to the room and I have to close the door on them.   I have to keep a watch out for Prue though coz she occasionally  jumps on me expecting me to catch then carry her around.  Poor kitty cats.  They’ve been overtaken by real babies at our house when they used to be the babies.