Monday, August 29, 2011


I am having a serious case of craving for Goodwood Park Hotel's durian snowskin mooncake. It had been on my mind for many days, and the I have been thinking about it so much so that I think it's making me cranky. I don't remember having any other cravings throughout this pregnancy with the exception of this. Since Mid-Autumn Festival is a fortnight away, it's very hard to keep it out of my mind because I see advertisements for mooncakes everywhere (since I am home-bound, my definition of 'everywhere' is limited to the television, magazines and newspapers).

I am sure it is sugar laden and will do 'wonders' to by glucose level, but I am sure a teeny-weeny biece wouldn't hurt, right? I have tried convincing Mark that it is little bun who wants a taste of it and not me... sad to say, he's not buying it. Any kind soul wants to buy and send it to me? Pretty please?


Sunday, August 28, 2011


Yesterday would have been my very first time voting for the President of Singapore (the 7th President in the history of SIngapore), but as chance would have it, I wasn't granted the permission to go by my 'big boss', aka Mark, who insisted that I should not be 'running around' unnecessarily. Dr Anu wrote me a letter plus gave me a medical certificate so that I can be exempted from voting (and not have to pay the reinstatement fee later on).

It's just as well that I didn't have to cast my vote cos I am torn on whom I should vote for out of the 4 candidates. Ok, actually I only have 2 of them on my shortlist, i.e. the 'first runner-up' and the one who eventually won (in order of preference). This is the only year that two national elections were held in one same year.. rather interesting. Although the candidate that I favour didn't win, the die is cast and the 'best man' in the eyes of most Singaporeans will be the next elected President of my tiny motherland.

Saturday, August 27, 2011


All 3 of my check-ups on Friday went swimmingly well. Dr Anu said there's very little we can do now except to continue to pray hard and hope that little bun stays put for as long as he/she can inside my tummy. It is already a huge blessing that we have now passed the crucial 'safety period'... Our aim now is to pray that little bun is born as close to 38 weeks of gestation as possible so as to ensure that little bun will not have any of the health complications of a premature baby. These complications increase the earlier the baby is born, hence little bun really needs to stay 'in' for as long as possible. At this stage on the medical front, we have already done all possible and the rest now lay in the hands of God.

I am trying to do all I can to prolong the pregnancy for as possible by taking all my medication and injections without fail... and also by putting my legs up and lying in bed as much as possible. If I haven't calculated wrongly, I have been on bedrest for 5 coming to 6 weeks already.

Mark still warns me not to place my hopes too high and to continue to keep the faith. It's rather sad cos unlike most soon-to-be parents who would by now have decorated the nursery and bought heaps of new clothings and toys for their new arrival, Mark and I have not bought one single item for little bun. Not a bootie, not a toy. However, I am sure we will make it up to him/her when he/she is born.

Friday, August 26, 2011


It's going to be a long day today as I have 3 back-to-back medical appointments starting from 1.30pm till 5pm. One with the haematologist, one for the weekly scan and then of course the most important one which is my date with little bun and Dr Anu. If all goes well, this should be my final appointment with the haematologist. I hope she sticks by her decision during my last appointment with her in July that I won't be needing anymore IVIG. In total, we have spent a staggering S$14,000 on IVIG alone.

My mom will be accompanying me later, as she did for the previous 2 visits. While I am grateful for her company, her presence makes me nervous and more stressed out I already am. Cannot quite figure out why, but that's the way it is...

Tuesday, August 23, 2011


A friend from the US whom I got to know through dog-blogging shared a link on infertility with me and I totally love the article cos I could identify with it. The writer took the words right out of my mouth... each and every single word. Only a person who has walked down that path will understand and truly know how it feels to walk in the long and rather lonely road of infertility.

It is also not easy on the friends of couples who are undergoing fertility treatments and to really comprehend what that couple is going through... It takes a lot of effort, it takes time, it takes empathy, it takes a non-judgemental mind, it takes love and above all, it tests the foundations of the friendship and pushes it to its limits. However, sometimes all that is needed is simply a listening ear and occasional words of support and ecouragement.

This friend of mine whom I have known for a few years, is my age and also has PCOS. She and her hubby had been trying to conceive for a number of years, but to no avail. She took fertility drugs (Clomid, etc) for quite a while, but sadly, she hasn't managed to fall pregnant despite suffering through all the unwanted side effects (hot flushes, headaches, weight gain, etc). Until recently, she'd all but given up and decided to take a break because she's had enough of the emotional rollercoaster rides that she had to undergo monthly.

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Infertility Etiquette (read full article here)


Chances are, you know someone who is struggling with infertility. More than seven million people of childbearing age in the United States experience infertility. Yet, as a society, we are woefully uninformed about how to best provide emotional support for our loved ones during this painful time.

Infertility is, indeed, a very painful struggle.

The pain is similar to the grief over losing a loved one, but it is unique because it is a recurring grief. When a loved one dies, he isn't coming back. There is no hope that he will come back from the dead. You must work through the stages of grief, accept that you will never see this person again, and move on with your life.

The grief of infertility is not so cut and dry. Infertile people grieve the loss of the baby that they may never know. They grieve the loss of that baby who would have had mommy's nose and daddy's eyes. But, each month, there is the hope that maybe that baby will be conceived after all. No matter how hard they try to prepare themselves for bad news, they still hope that this month will be different. (Ohhhh yes.. month after month, you tell yourself "this could be THE month" but then when your period comes, your world comes crashing down over and over again.) Then, the bad news comes again, and the grief washes over the infertile couple anew. This process happens month after month, year after year. It is like having a deep cut that keeps getting opened right when it starts to heal (with a healthy dose of salt sprinkled over the wound, no less).

As the couple moves into infertility treatments, the pain increases while the bank account depletes (correction... not 'depletes' but 'empties'). The tests are invasive and embarrassing to both parties, and you feel like the doctor has taken over your bedroom. And for all of this discomfort, you pay a lot of money.

A couple will eventually resolve the infertility problem in one of three ways:
•They will eventually conceive a baby.
•They will stop the infertility treatments and choose to live without children.
•They will find an alternative way to parent, such as by adopting a child or becoming a foster parent.

Reaching a resolution can take years, so your infertile loved ones need your emotional support during this journey. Most people don't know what to say, so they wind up saying the wrong thing, which only makes the journey so much harder for their loved ones. Knowing what not to say is half of the battle to providing support.

  • Don't Tell Them to Relax

    Everyone knows someone who had trouble conceiving but then finally became pregnant once she "relaxed." Couples who are able to conceive after a few months of "relaxing" are not infertile. By definition, a couple is not diagnosed as "infertile" until they have tried unsuccessfully to become pregnant for a full year. In fact, most infertility specialists will not treat a couple for infertility until they have tried to become pregnant for a year. This year weeds out the people who aren't infertile but just need to "relax." Those that remain are truly infertile.

    Comments such as "just relax" or "try going on a cruise" create even more stress for the infertile couple, particularly the woman. The woman feels like she is doing something wrong when, in fact, there is a good chance that there is a physical problem preventing her from becoming pregnant.

    These comments can also reach the point of absurdity. As a couple, my husband and I underwent two surgeries, numerous inseminations, hormone treatments, and four years of poking and prodding by doctors. Yet, people still continued to say things like, "If you just relaxed on a cruise . . ." Infertility is a diagnosable medical problem that must be treated by a doctor, and even with treatment, many couples will NEVER successfully conceive a child. Relaxation itself does not cure medical infertility. (I lost count of the number of people who told me to 'relax' too. I'd merely smile and nod, although deep inside I feel like yelling at them to shut the f*ck up cos I know very well that my problem is a medical condition, and not because I am not 'relaxing'.)

  • Don't Minimize the Problem

    Failure to conceive a baby is a very painful journey. Infertile couples are surrounded by families with children. These couples watch their friends give birth to two or three children, and they watch those children grow while the couple goes home to the silence of an empty house. These couples see all of the joy that a child brings into someone's life, and they feel the emptiness of not being able to experience the same joy. (Mark and I have many friends who got married later than us but already have a kid/s. When I see them with their kid/s, do you know how it makes me feel?? It makes me feel like a failure of a woman/wife. It makes me feel like a complete failure in life. I feel utter disappointment in myself.) Comments like, "Just enjoy being able to sleep late . . . .travel . . etc.," do not offer comfort. Instead, these comments make infertile people feel like you are minimizing their pain. You wouldn't tell somebody whose parent just died to be thankful that he no longer has to buy Father's Day or Mother's Day cards. Losing that one obligation doesn't even begin to compensate for the incredible loss of losing a parent. In the same vein, being able to sleep late or travel does not provide comfort to somebody who desperately wants a child.

  • Don't Say There Are Worse Things That Could Happen

    Along the same lines, don't tell your friend that there are worse things that she could be going through. Who is the final authority on what is the "worst" thing that could happen to someone? Is it going through a divorce? Watching a loved one die? Getting raped? Losing a job?

    Different people react to different life experiences in different ways. To someone who has trained his whole life for the Olympics, the "worst" thing might be experiencing an injury the week before the event. To someone who has walked away from her career to become a stay-at-home wife for 40 years, watching her husband leave her for a younger woman might be the "worst" thing. And, to a woman whose sole goal in life has been to love and nurture a child, infertility may indeed be the "worst" thing that could happen.

    People wouldn't dream of telling someone whose parent just died, "It could be worse: both of your parents could be dead." Such a comment would be considered cruel rather than comforting. In the same vein, don't tell your friend that she could be going through worse things than infertility.

  • Don't Say They Aren't Meant to Be Parents

    One of the cruelest things anyone ever said to me is, "Maybe God doesn't intend for you to be a mother." How incredibly insensitive to imply that I would be such a bad mother that God felt the need to divinely sterilize me. If God were in the business of divinely sterilizing women, don't you think he would prevent the pregnancies that end in abortions? Or wouldn't he sterilize the women who wind up neglecting and abusing their children? Even if you aren't religious, the "maybe it's not meant to be" comments are not comforting. Infertility is a medical condition, not a punishment from God or Mother Nature.

  • Don't Complain About Your Pregnancy

    This message is for pregnant women-Just being around you is painful for your infertile friends. Seeing your belly grow is a constant reminder of what your infertile friend cannot have. Unless an infertile women plans to spend her life in a cave, she has to find a way to interact with pregnant women. However, there are things you can do as her friend to make it easier.

    The number one rule is DON'T COMPLAIN ABOUT YOUR PREGNANCY. I understand from my friends that, when you are pregnant, your hormones are going crazy and you experience a lot of discomfort, such as queasiness, stretch marks, and fatigue. You have every right to vent about the discomforts to any one else in your life, but don't put your infertile friend in the position of comforting you.

    Your infertile friend would give anything to experience the discomforts you are enduring because those discomforts come from a baby growing inside of you. When I heard a pregnant woman complain about morning sickness, I would think, "I'd gladly throw up for nine straight months if it meant I could have a baby." When a pregnant woman would complain about her weight gain, I would think, "I would cut off my arm if I could be in your shoes."

    I managed to go to baby showers and hospitals to welcome my friends' new babies, but it was hard. (That's the reason why I spared myself the agony by avoiding all baby showers for the past 3 years.) Without exception, it was hard. Stay sensitive to your infertile friend's emotions, and give her the leeway that she needs to be happy for you while she cries for herself. If she can't bring herself to hold your new baby, give her time. She isn't rejecting you or your new baby; she is just trying to work her way through her pain to show sincere joy for you. The fact that she is willing to endure such pain in order to celebrate your new baby with you speaks volumes about how much your friendship means to her.

  • Don't Treat Them Like They Are Ignorant

    For some reason, some people seem to think that infertility causes a person to become unrealistic about the responsibilities of parenthood. I don't follow the logic, but several people told me that I wouldn't ache for a baby so much if I appreciated how much responsibility was involved in parenting.

    Let's face it-no one can fully appreciate the responsibilities involved in parenting until they are, themselves, parents. That is true whether you successfully conceived after one month or after 10 years. The length of time you spend waiting for that baby does not factor in to your appreciation of responsibility. If anything, people who have been trying to become pregnant longer have had more time to think about those responsibilities. They have also probably been around lots of babies as their friends started their families.

    Perhaps part of what fuels this perception is that infertile couples have a longer time to "dream" about what being a parent will be like. Like every other couple, we have our fantasies-my child will sleep through the night, would never have a tantrum in public, and will always eat his vegetables. Let us have our fantasies. Those fantasies are some of the few parent-to-be perks that we have-let us have them. You can give us your knowing looks when we discover the truth later.

  • Don't Push Adoption (Yet)

    Adoption is a wonderful way for infertile people to become parents. However, the couple needs to work through many issues before they will be ready to make an adoption decision. Before they can make the decision to love a "stranger's baby," they must first grieve the loss of that baby with Daddy's eyes and Mommy's nose. Adoption social workers recognize the importance of the grieving process. When my husband and I went for our initial adoption interview, we expected the first question to be, "Why do you want to adopt a baby?" Instead, the question was, "Have you grieved the loss of your biological child yet?" Our social worker emphasized how important it is to shut one door before you open another.

    You do, indeed, need to grieve this loss before you are ready to start the adoption process. The adoption process is very long and expensive, and it is not an easy road. So, the couple needs to be very sure that they can let go of the hope of a biological child and that they can love an adopted baby. This takes time, and some couples are never able to reach this point. If your friend cannot love a baby that isn't her "own," then adoption isn't the right decision for her, and it is certainly not what is best for the baby.

    Mentioning adoption in passing can be a comfort to some couples. (The only words that ever offered me comfort were from my sister, who said, "Whether through pregnancy or adoption, you will be a mother one day.") (Adoption is certainly something that Mark and I have discussed more than once, but is something that we both agreed that we'd revisit only if we have totally run out of options. Kinda like a last resort. I have nothing against adoption, other than the cost, and I know I will be able to love the child as if it was my own. However, I really want to be able to say that I have exhausted all means in trying to have a baby with mommy's nose and daddy's eyes before we go down the path of adoption.)
  • Let Them Know That You Care

    The best thing you can do is let your infertile friends know that you care. Send them cards. Let them cry on your shoulder. If they are religious, let them know you are praying for them. Offer the same support you would offer a friend who has lost a loved one. Just knowing they can count on you to be there for them lightens the load and lets them know that they aren't going through this alone.

Braxton Hicks who??!


Finally that weird tightening of my belly has a name and reason... I was begining to get worried because I notice that this 'tightening' is becoming more noticeable and frequent. Just last night itself, it happened more than a dozen times over a period of 3 hours, though the duration of each 'tightening' lasted less than a minute. There's no pain involved, just a strange feeling that your belly has turned into stone.

I verified with the doctor this morning and was advised that this is the famed Braxton Hicks contractions (also known as 'practice contractions) that I have read about. Braxton Hicks are:
  • Irregular in intensity
  • Infrequent
  • Unpredictable
  • Non-rhythmic
  • More uncomfortable than painful
  • They do not increase in intensity, or frequency
  • They taper off and then disappear altogether

I think I can put a 'check' in all the above points, so it puts me at ease that what I have experienced is normal. So far, I only experienced it a handful of times today.

Monday, August 22, 2011


A long-time friend contacted me last week with a job recommendation for the position that he is currently holding as he will be leaving to join another company. It is a v.e.r.y attractive opportunity for the kind of job that I have always wanted. The position is 'Regional Travel Manager' at an MNC and from what he shared with me, the pay package, perks and career prospects are good. Moreover, it'd be a good stepping stone for me in the industry. Most importantly, it is where my forte and interest lies.. the other 'perk' is that I'd be a 'client' instead of a 'supplier', which is what I have been for the past 10 years in the corporate travel industry.

I am flattered that my friend thought of me and that he felt I am competent enough to take over his portfolio from him. They needed someone to start soon as the handover process requires time. Unfortunately, I had no choice but to turn him down citing that the timing was off. He responded by saying that he respects my decision, but thought that it is a huge pity for me to turn it down as he felt that it'd be something that I'd really enjoy and excel.

Obviously I did feel that it was a huge pity that I had to turn such an attractive offer down, especially since it is something that I have always aimed for. But then without having to delve any deeper, I know for certain that I want little bun more than I've ever wanted anything else in the world. Little bun is currently the only 'project' in my life and he/she is the reason why I wake up every morning.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Growth Scan


So happy and relieved that the results of little bun's growth scan are good i.e. all within the normal range. It's good to know that despite my lack of weight gain, little bun is growing normally. Dr Anu did tell me that little bun certainly will not be a big, chubby baby, but his/her size is definitely on target and she is happy with what the results. The level of my amniotic fluid is also in the 'average' range, and this really puts my mind at ease. I couldn't ask for anything better.

For the first time, we also discussed something that was somewhat of a taboo subject previously as we were both afraid of jinxing things, i.e. little bun's due date. Realistically, I have always known deep in my heart that I will never be able to make it to full term at 40 weeks due to my complicated medical history. Dr Anu also shared with me that for women with gestational diabetes, she recommends to have the baby delievered at 38 weeks at the very latest (assuming if I can even make it that far). Ok.. 38 weeks or 40 weeks make no difference to me at all as long as little bun is fine (frankly, I'd be soooo thankful if little bun and I can even make it safely to 36 weeks).

There's still a pretty long way to go till I reach 38 weeks. The longer I can keep little bun in me, the shorter the time little bun will have to spend in NICU and there'd be a very good chance that he/she will have lesser/no health complications.

Friday, August 19, 2011


Today is my mom's birthday and yet I wasn't able to take her out for a nice dinner or even able to give her a card like how I have always done in previous years. I cannot remember not giving my mom a birthday card in my entire life, so this year is certainly a first. I didn't expect that I'd be restricted to bed rest so suddenly, hence didn't have a chance to go out and get a card beforehand. Oh well, I hope that I'd be able to give her a healthy grandchild as a 'belated' birthday present and that this 'gift' will be enough to make up for things.

Thursday, August 18, 2011


Mark had been nursing a cold for the past 5 days, but because of a hectic work schedule, he hasn't been able to go to a doctor. Finally this morning, he couldn't take the sniffling and coughing any longer and went to the clinic. Rather glad that I have him home with me today :)

For the past 3 weeks, my mom and an aunt have been coming over daily to take care of me, bring me food and ensure that I don't do anything 'funny' (i.e. walk around or do housework) while Mark is at work. While I feel bad troubling them, at the same time I am so glad to have them come by tirelessly everyday because not only do they take care of my meals, but they also help out with some of the housework. I think Hershey is happy for the additional company too!!

My mom will accompany me for my check-up tomorrow since Mark will be at work. I am usually nervous before my weekly check-ups, but this time, I am even more nervy than usual. Really hope the results of little bun's growth scan will turn out fine. Despite Dr Anu's reassurances, I am still rather bothered by my lack of weight gain. For at least 6 weeks now, my weight has remained the same at 61kg, meaning I have only gained no more than 5kg throughout the pregnancy so far. While my belly is visible, it is still very compact. The average pregnancy weight gain should range between 10kg to 16kg, and I am not even at the halfway point!!

Hmmm... I hope it's just me being the worry wart that I am and worrying unnecessarily. Please let little bun be thriving well inside my tummy.