6 April 2015, by Lim Peifen
I’m almost 6 months along now, and unlike the genetically-blessed, slender, beautiful mums-to-be envied by all other pregnant ladies, I am one of the other pregnant ladies: big, round and heavy. I had to change to maternity wear earlier than expected, because I was bloating like a Michelin Man balloon, thanks to my greatly increased appetite and higher levels of progesterone. Even before the second trimester, I had to start saying goodbye to my skinny jeans, bodycon dresses, fitted frocks and tiny tops. They are now stored in two huge transparent Ikea boxes beside my bed, and as much as I’m determined to keep them as visual motivation to get back in shape after birth, I’m uncertain if I will ever be able to wear them again…
Speaking of clothes, I’ve discovered a category of clothes better for me now than maternity wear.
A friend passed me her oversized and underutilized beach dress recently, and I am loving it. It keeps me cool and comfortable, and – I haven’t felt so in a while now in anything else – I look nice in it. (The husband said so too.)
I feel like I’m on a beach holiday!
I know these dresses are on sale real cheap everywhere in Bali or Phuket, but where can I find more of these in Singapore? Let me know if you do. Thanks!
3) Baby Bump Benefits
Getting bigger can be a challenge physically and emotionally, but being visibly pregnant brings many benefits too. People are holding doors opened for me even when I’m some distance away, colleagues and friends and strangers are offering to help carry my belongings, I’m offered seats more than ever before. These little heart-warming acts of kindness do help a lot in relieving the discomforts and inconveniences that comes with pregnancy, and I am so thankful to be on the receiving end.
“Is it a girl? Is it a boy? Are you having twins?” I’ve been asked these questions, separately and together, a lot lately.
In my last post, I wrote a letter “to my little banana”. Many have guessed if that’s my way of hinting it’s a boy…haha. Actually, no. The nickname “banana” was coined by a close friend, combining the words “baby” and my own nickname “Nana” (from my Christian name Christina). She came up with it because we were chatting about my baby and her babies and other babies on What’sapp, and it was getting confusing, so she decided to name mine “banana”, meaning Baby Nana, for easy reference.
We are having a boy! 🙂