How it started...

I've made several attempts to keep a blog previously, but was never successful in diligently updating the posts. My last 'good effort' happened sometime last year around this time when I found myself pregnant with my first child. I had wanted to keep some kinda cyber memory for my progeny but the fact you are reading this in past tense. It was a futile attempt.

Now that the stars have aligned and the skies are not shimmery, I have decided I shall give it another shot. So maybe one day, my baby darling, Conrad, shall have something to be embarrased proud of when he grows up and look at the diary mummy has been keeping for him =)

That's him, at 10weeks. Already such a sweetheart. Quite literally. Somehow his embryo sac turned up looking like this (in a heart-shape). Not long after, at about 16weeks, we found out it was a boy. If u asked my hubby, or actually know him personally, I'm 99.99995% positive you would have heard one of his "she was crestfallen when the gynae told her she was carrying a boy" story. Which is so NOT true. C'mon, which mother wouldn't want a little girl she can deck out in 102 shades of pink and gush about Hello Kitty with. Right?...

Having said that however, I did make it very clear I was gonna love him, as much as I would have loved HER. And I did just that.

Well the first trimester of my pregnancy was a nightmare. I vomited after almost every meal, less breakfast. I was vomiting at mid-day and mostly at night. There was a period I remember living in the toilet everyday, post-dinner. And then came second trimester, and that went by pretty much uneventfully. Then there was the big third.

I was huge! Like really huge. Felt pretty much like a beached whale. Had crazy bad water retention and was always out of breathe. My lack of vocabulary is hindering my desire to describe just how dreaded it feels to be so heavily pregnant. But I think anyone who has been there get it. Or you don't.

Somewhere along the way, we got down to choosing a name for HIM. We had initially came up with all sorts of weird permutations but we eventually settled for Wong Yik Fung, Conrad. Why Conrad. (This, I must have explained 200 times over) Well, you see, daddy and I first met during a work trip at Conrad Centennial Hotel, and then we had our anniversary celebrations there and daddy proposed to mummy there.  Most importantly, daddy and mummy wanted you to be a brave kid when you grow up (Conrad = Courage) and tadah! It was decided. I don't think we could have come up with a better, more meaningful name.