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It seems my life has been taken over. It is BabyBoy this, BabyBoy that. In fact it is 25 hours a day of BabyBoy something...Enough. Today I will not blog about BabyBoy. BaoBao wants me to blog everything about BabyBoy, but it is only because he just knows about BabyBoy when I say something. I, on the other hand, have BabyBoy inside me...so for each second of each minute of each hour of each day for 9 months it is all about BabyBoy. Besides, my Blog is about anything I want to write anyway, not anything BaoBao forces me to write.

Well, enough is enough. If I keep blogging about BabyBoy he will become spoiled. He will think he is deserving of Emperor Status which will not do. No baby of mine will ever rise above me, Princess BeBe.

So as Princess BeBe I hereby decree that this blog today will not be about BabyBoy. I will not tell you how he reacts to Spicy Szechuan Hotpot - he just sits there as though he is asleep and curses mom for feeding him that weird stuff. I will not tell you how he stretches. Nor will I tell you about his dancing feet. You may wonder if he is an active baby, but I won't tell you that he swims around inside my tummy, nor will I tell you about those butterfly flutters - one of the true joys of pregnancy. He is all covered with Laguna and he is growing his hair, which makes me really really nauseaous. He is also giving his new digestive system a little practice by swallowing amniotic fluid.

Oh it felt like he just gave me a hug...isn't my BabyBoy the sweetest? :)

Chinese New Year

We had a hell of weekend. Parties on Friday night, Saturday during lunch and Saturday night, each lasted for too long. Hope the Year of Dog will bring us luck. And dear friends, please forgive us for keeping coming to your houses for food... I promise I'll host big parties when I feel better...

I remember emphasizing to Biajee for a fly-out vacation a few weeks ago and realize now that it is too late to cancel. Yes, we're going to Seattle this weekend. I doubt if I'd be able to enjoy this trip as much as I had dreamed. I feel like a huge ladybug on her belly at the moment. It's almost impossible for me to carry any luggage, especially with Junior moving around inside me. Walking is all right, but standing on my feet is a big challenge. I've been longing for this vacation for months - it's our last time away before the baby is born.

How about a round of applause for all our mothers and grandmothers: they have done this for 25 times. I have to stick up - it's only my first one...

Top 10 Reasons for NOT Getting Pregnant

10) You don't want to puke for 7 times a day.
9) You're afraid that party money will become diaper money.
8) You can no longer wear a thong or bikini in public.
7) Your house will be as clean as a garbage dump.
6) PMS mood swings pale in comparison to preggo mood swings.
5) You don't want to compete with your husband's beer belly.
4) You don't want to lose your twice-a-day sex joy.
3) You don't want to go to the restroom every 20 minutes.
2) You don't want the word RESPONSIBILITY in your dictionary at all.

And the most important thing is:

1) You believe there are somethings better left unknown in this world, like CONSTIPATION...

Top 10 Reasons for Getting Pregnant

10) You are a woman, your body is built for it
9) You just bought stocks on Pamper companies
8) You can bicker with your husband every day for having done this to you – his one flick of happy moment caused you nine months of torture and upcoming 18 years of slavery for both of you
7) You can fart and everyone will think it’s the baby
6) You can sleep for 17 hours a day while your spouse cleans, shops and cooks
5) It’s all right if you constantly lose your temper because you’re supposed to be moody
4) You’re not expected much at work once people find out you’re carrying a baby
3) Other people will forgive your sin of owning a mini-van
2) It gives your spouse someone else to talk to

And most important of all:

1) You get TAX CREDIT

Dare to Compare

The kid is in one of the bellies. Who is the happy mom? If I gain another 25 lbs before the labor, my dear husband still outweighs me. I only eat 6 meals every day and the portion of each meal is bigger than Biajee's. Still he is blowing up quicker than me in the first trimester.

Who said pregnancy is painful for women? It's a hearty sacrifice for dads as well. Biajee had to finish up everything I don't like or won't eat. We're both planning on losing weight after the baby is born. I want us to run a marathon together this coming October - he thinks I'm totally out of my mind and strongly opposes it. The only thing we agreed on last night was to paint the room blue for this baby. We already have a pink room in the house, but obviously it won't be suitable for a boy, whereas it's totally all right for a girl to live in a blue environment.

Ultrasound

Link to the Album

I was definitely in one of my traumatic mood because all I could see from the screen were a group of weird shaped bubbles moving around. Biajee and Dr. Austin got really excited though.

"Can you see that little hand waving?" Dr. A pointed it out with his mouse. Oh yeah, sure, the five little dots must be those finger bones, making a No. 1 sign.

"Can you see that little pee wee? It's too prominent to be a vagina."

"Where?????" I tried to move while being pressed down by Dr. A.

Biajee and Dr. A both said enthusiastically, "Right there, between the legs." For a fleeting moment, I thought my eyeballs were popping out of the frame, but I still couldn't see anything. These two must be crazy. All I could ask was, "Are you sure?"

"Well, Pei," Dr. A smiled at me. "You can never be 100% sure till the baby is born. I'll give you 80% that this baby is a boy. I've had boys with vaginas and girls with pennises before. So don't buy any baby clothes or decorate the room - I don't want to be responsible for that..."

Great! This was just what I need. I glanced at my sneaky husband desperately with a "We still don't know" look. "At least it's better than 50%." Biajee whispered gleefully. -- He was not making me feel any better!

Heartbeat: 150/minute
Weight: 0.75lb.

The weight is just at 50 percentile so he is a normal baby. It's amazing that with us being the parents, the boy still turns out normal. Yes, let's trust science for now and take it as a HE till we have more information. And they haven't changed the due date. One thing funny: the later into the pregnancy stage, the more inaccurate these statistics are.

The spine looks really like a big thousand-legged worm. When the baby moved around, we saw the 4 heart chambers shaped somehow like swimming jellyfish. At least he's got a heart, a brain, two arms and two legs. And he sure kicks a lot, just like his father.

A little concern is that the placenta is too low. Dr. A suggests that we do another ultrasound when I'm 32 weeks to make sure it's not that low any more.

Now we need to think about names. Biajee wants him to be either Hercules or Hagrid. I hope he is just merely serious with it.

American Football

Broncos lost yesterday. How can they do this to us? It's the first time I had full understanding of the game rules and started to become a real football fan. Secretly we had hoped that they could go to Super Bowl and win the championship so that we could always proudly say that our baby is born during the year when Broncos gets crowned the XL Super Bowl Trophy. All this have been washed away now.

Tomorrow is the big ultra-sound day. We may be able to find out the sex of the baby. I am already half way through this pregnancy thing. I miss the time of running a marathon, of morning workout in the gym, of skiing down the mountain on a sunny day, of being able to watch a movie without sneaking out to the restroom for 8 times... All I could say is: Dear Blog - today I puked 5 times... This is a good day... As you know yesterday I puked 7 times.

Twelve Week Baby

This is a very important milestone during pregnancy. She is 5.42 cm long at this point. She - yes, it is a SHE now. They're all SHEs at 12 weeks. Sex cannot be determined until the 20th week.

One thing Biajee and I are sure about: God didn't create her. We created the baby. We are such non-respectful, non-grateful species and we don't believe in that magical creature most of the population worship. Things are really easy for us. The first day we are off on the no-pregnancy precautions, I got conceived. And both of us have been suffering from the so-called "Morning Sickness" since then. It's actually "All-Day Sickness" since we're nauseaous at almost any hour during the day. Yes, husbands get the pregnancy reactions sometimes - it just depends on how much they love their spouse. The more they're intacted with their partners, the more likely they'll have the same symptoms as their wives do. Hence, I should have been euphoric to see him nauseaous.