Meeningfully

We have battled secondary infertility since 2013, and we are extremely blessed to be about 12 weeks away from welcoming a baby girl into the family. Our "TTC" (aka as Trying to Conceive) journey for number 2 is well documented on the blog. While I haven't been writing much these days, I am glad I kept this blog because without it, I wouldn't be able to mentally keep track of how many times we have used artificial reproductive technology (ART) to get to where we are. As we enter the final trimester, and as I psyche myself up for the new year, it will be nice to recount this journey: 2013 - 1st SO-IUI after J turned 1 which ended in an ectopic pregnancy. One of my fallopian tubes ruptured as a result. 2014 - We went on to try 2 more times of SO-IUI. Both were unsuccessful. We also realised that my endometriosis was back, and had to start on treatment before we think about trying to conceive again. 2015 - We embarked on our first IVF. The haul was dis

I started blogging more than 10 years ago, more to rant about daily ups and downs. Basically things that got me riled up and when I need an avenue to let it all out.  Then, it progressed to using the blog and different networks to help me do my day job as a marketer better, till I became a mother. This space slowly turned into our trove of memories.  We had a difficult time conceiving J, and he will likely be our only child. Hence, it is understandable that we want to create as much memories as we can so he is able to refer to this when he is older.   So. How do I keep up with all the recording? 

This year, I thought it would be nice to do a post, sort of to round up the hits and the misses of each month.

Many of you probably know that we did not have an easy time  trying to conceive our first child. J came to us via our first cycle of stimulated intrauterine insemination or SO-IUI as some people know it. This happened after we have tried a couple of ways to get pregnant to no avail, and we embarked on SO-IUI, We had very little expectations as we have heard of low success rates doing so. We were probably much better off doing IVF.

It's valentine's day today, and this day holds a special meaning to Hubs and me. 11 years ago, we got together over kway teow soup and iced milo. Not the most romantic valentine's day, but because it was all so simple, it sort of shaped how our relationship was going to be like in the future. I don't remember being taken out for expensive dinners or being romanced under the stars. We buy gifts for each other, not for special occasions like today, but just because we feel like it.  It is precisely this simplicity that makes me appreciate this special man in my life. Trust and communication defines this relationship. All these years, I never needed to second guess what he was thinking about. Yes, I have thrown tantrums, made fuss over the littlest things. I still do really.  But this man tolerates my nonsense all because of the simple reason that he loves me. (Ok lah... although i sometimes don't trust him with the boy... but that's perhaps another stor

What started out as a bright cheery Sunday, with plans to bring the tot out for a swim turned out to be the longest day of my life, one which I nearly lost. I started having sharp abdominal pains at 12pm, which I thought was just severe gastric. So I popped in 2 panadols, and took a short nap with J. I got up before J did, felt better, and tried to take some food, which I later regretted because it all got regurgitated. J got up, wanted a cuddle which I obliged... causing the acute pain to come back. Not sure what was going on, I made Hwa send J to my mum's so he can take me to the doctors later. He returned to find me pale and unconscious on the toilet bowl. He dragged me out, and wanted me to get changed to visit the doctors. I couldn't, and requested to nap again, which he left me to it. After about 30 min, I tried to stand, only to find myself losing consciousness again. That was when Hwa called the ambulance for help. The paramedics told me I was extremely pale,

It was one exhausting week for this mummy. I had to not only deal with a whiny boy who was down with stomach flu, I had a hubby who was equally sick (and super busy @ work) , and an even more than sick me. So it was triple the puke and triple the pain all around. To top it up, J was also put into a brand new environment - new school with no friends and I had to deal with all his insecurities which he displayed with tantrums, hunger strikes (only at home) and ultra stickiness. Well, I blogged about this whole changing school business, and let me just say, I have half the mind to move him out , and back to the previous school if need be. That I will cover in another post hopefully later this week. I took leave last friday as school was closed for Teachers’ Day, and badly wanted to do a mother-son outting which I have not done in ages. But, I seriously needed to just sleep and maybe sneak in a mani/pedi in between. Grand plans were hit by some really sticky, saliva smelling