First thing I did when I woke up in the morning, I ran to the sink in the bathroom like a superwoman because the acidity which bubbled in my chest was on its way to come up to my larynx, and whoever was standing on my way better open up a V.I.P.way for my big entrance to the bathroom. I would vomit like my heart was coming out from my month, but then would actually feel better afterwards because I had get rid of the nausea for the time being.
As time went by, while lying on the sofa, sometimes I would cried over my swollen feet and at the same time kept touching the skin on stomach was getting more and more stretch marks. I could feel the skin on the stomach tore apart day after day. (So regretful I didn't take my sister in law, Marie's advice to buy the super expensive lotion for the stomach to prevent the stretch marks).
I would drive my husband insane because I was craving for my mother's food in the middle of the night. My master chef would try to comfort me by offering to cook any of his best dishes as long as I was happy but he didn't understand what I wanted WAS FOOD THAT TASTED LIKE MY MOM'S FOOD!
Sleepless nights and breathless was normal as the stomach was getting bigger and bigger. Hubby had to sleep on the floor in order to give place to the master of the bed, otherwise he would have the same symptoms too. (Not that big ball on his stomach though, if you don't see his middle-age stomach as a ball).
The mood swinging I had was a nightmare to hubby through out that nine whole months, but I guess by listening to my horrifying screams of the excruciating pain, while he was trying to help out by encouraging me with the well-known, classical, affective word, "PUSH! PUSH! PUSH!", would count as a torture for him. My respond was," I WANT TO GO HOME NOW, I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS ANY MORE!" I could hear him through my loud screaming, "Errrr....Sorry there is no return ticket for this.."
Hubby lost his energy at the end, and HE was THE ONE who almost needed the nitrous oxygen because he almost fainted while I was squeezing his shoulders sooooo tight until I almost chocked him to unconsciousness.
Well, I might update this post again when I remember some more stuff. At this moment, in brief, that was how you girls came to this world, oh of course don't forget to count the 38 hours (Julie) and 6 hours (Mabel) labour pain, plus the extra 26kgs (12+14) weight-gaining.
If I could turn back time, would I do this again? The answer is a definite YES. ^-^
P.S. Positive experiences might be on the future posts ^-^
As time went by, while lying on the sofa, sometimes I would cried over my swollen feet and at the same time kept touching the skin on stomach was getting more and more stretch marks. I could feel the skin on the stomach tore apart day after day. (So regretful I didn't take my sister in law, Marie's advice to buy the super expensive lotion for the stomach to prevent the stretch marks).
I would drive my husband insane because I was craving for my mother's food in the middle of the night. My master chef would try to comfort me by offering to cook any of his best dishes as long as I was happy but he didn't understand what I wanted WAS FOOD THAT TASTED LIKE MY MOM'S FOOD!
Sleepless nights and breathless was normal as the stomach was getting bigger and bigger. Hubby had to sleep on the floor in order to give place to the master of the bed, otherwise he would have the same symptoms too. (Not that big ball on his stomach though, if you don't see his middle-age stomach as a ball).
The mood swinging I had was a nightmare to hubby through out that nine whole months, but I guess by listening to my horrifying screams of the excruciating pain, while he was trying to help out by encouraging me with the well-known, classical, affective word, "PUSH! PUSH! PUSH!", would count as a torture for him. My respond was," I WANT TO GO HOME NOW, I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS ANY MORE!" I could hear him through my loud screaming, "Errrr....Sorry there is no return ticket for this.."
Hubby lost his energy at the end, and HE was THE ONE who almost needed the nitrous oxygen because he almost fainted while I was squeezing his shoulders sooooo tight until I almost chocked him to unconsciousness.
Well, I might update this post again when I remember some more stuff. At this moment, in brief, that was how you girls came to this world, oh of course don't forget to count the 38 hours (Julie) and 6 hours (Mabel) labour pain, plus the extra 26kgs (12+14) weight-gaining.
If I could turn back time, would I do this again? The answer is a definite YES. ^-^
P.S. Positive experiences might be on the future posts ^-^
