As many people would have put it --> Your life is OVER! I, for one, do not seem to think that way. I have absolutely no idea what the future holds for me now, as compared to the one that I have imagined without having an additional member of the family, but I would like to keep my positivity afloat. Yea .. there are certain level of responsibility that I have to take up, as any pro-single men on this planet could think of, and I do have my fair share of stress level increase from my wife.
Wife: Have you discussed with your friends who has experience about pregnancies?
(note: with frustration)
Me: No. Not yet. Will do.
Wife: Have you read up on pregnancy material? (note: Gotcha! I know you dint!)
Me: Hmm .. A little bit here and there. (So friggin lucky she dint test me on that, damn!)
Wife: You go download some music for foetal training/antenatal education. (note: an order)
Me: Ok.
Wife: Where have you been? (note: authoritatively)
Me: The bar.
Wife: Who were you with? (note: still authoritatively)
Me: The normal bunch .. the Americans.
Wife: What time did you come back home? (note: it's coming)
Me: About 12am.
Wife: Wahhhh .. very SINGLE hor?! (note: pure sarcasm, priceless!)
Me: Hehe .. no la. Sometimes only.
Occasionally she's in good mood, anything's possible! But if sometimes she's not, I painstakingly have to accomplish whatever she demands, just to toggle her switch back to the "good mood" mode. The fetus needs it and I need it, and everyone's happy. Speaking of which, the first 3 months of the pregnancy was hell, as expected, (Honey, I read the book, you see, I know!) the new mother-to-be is said to be going thru some emotional readjustments, hormone imbalances, extra gravitational pull, supersizing (without having to pay extra RM1 for a set meal), delivery horror and what not. Blah blah blah. Oh wait! Do I sound like I'm complaining? Well, I am NOT. Get used to it.
On my feelings of becoming a dad, 5 months ago: Unbelievable. Present: Still unbelievable! Hell of a miracle. Godsend. It's a BIG turning point for me. Imagine this, I bought a condo unit in 2007 (big debt), a new wife in 2008 (bigger debt) and a baby in 2009 (should I go bigg-est?) , should I be getting worried things are going too fast or is this like the a-man-must-go-thru-stages-so-get-used-to-it kinda things?
Having said that, I am happily anticipating the arrival of my little one. Preparing myself along the way. Learning how to be a dad, though not really well-informed, yet. Running some errands remotely, just to help out my wife. Participating in pregnancy discussions and exchanging information with colleagues at the office (you will not believe how many people are getting pregnant this year at my work place) etc etc. From time to time, I will go "Oh oh .. Look! There is another one with the apron/anti-radiation dress!" on my male colleagues. *Anti-radiation apron is an apron-like outfit that preggies wear on the outside to prevent radiation waves or some sort being propagated towards their wombs to harm the fetus in one way or another. Apparently it's really popular here in China for some unproven medical reasons.
Life's not over for me. In fact, it is just the beginning. So much to learn. So much to experience. So much to get frustrated with. Though life can be tough sometimes, I still move on.
Wife: Have you discussed with your friends who has experience about pregnancies?
(note: with frustration)
Me: No. Not yet. Will do.
Wife: Have you read up on pregnancy material? (note: Gotcha! I know you dint!)
Me: Hmm .. A little bit here and there. (So friggin lucky she dint test me on that, damn!)
Wife: You go download some music for foetal training/antenatal education. (note: an order)
Me: Ok.
Wife: Where have you been? (note: authoritatively)
Me: The bar.
Wife: Who were you with? (note: still authoritatively)
Me: The normal bunch .. the Americans.
Wife: What time did you come back home? (note: it's coming)
Me: About 12am.
Wife: Wahhhh .. very SINGLE hor?! (note: pure sarcasm, priceless!)
Me: Hehe .. no la. Sometimes only.
Occasionally she's in good mood, anything's possible! But if sometimes she's not, I painstakingly have to accomplish whatever she demands, just to toggle her switch back to the "good mood" mode. The fetus needs it and I need it, and everyone's happy. Speaking of which, the first 3 months of the pregnancy was hell, as expected, (Honey, I read the book, you see, I know!) the new mother-to-be is said to be going thru some emotional readjustments, hormone imbalances, extra gravitational pull, supersizing (without having to pay extra RM1 for a set meal), delivery horror and what not. Blah blah blah. Oh wait! Do I sound like I'm complaining? Well, I am NOT. Get used to it.
On my feelings of becoming a dad, 5 months ago: Unbelievable. Present: Still unbelievable! Hell of a miracle. Godsend. It's a BIG turning point for me. Imagine this, I bought a condo unit in 2007 (big debt), a new wife in 2008 (bigger debt) and a baby in 2009 (should I go bigg-est?) , should I be getting worried things are going too fast or is this like the a-man-must-go-thru-stages-so-get-used-to-it kinda things?
Having said that, I am happily anticipating the arrival of my little one. Preparing myself along the way. Learning how to be a dad, though not really well-informed, yet. Running some errands remotely, just to help out my wife. Participating in pregnancy discussions and exchanging information with colleagues at the office (you will not believe how many people are getting pregnant this year at my work place) etc etc. From time to time, I will go "Oh oh .. Look! There is another one with the apron/anti-radiation dress!" on my male colleagues. *Anti-radiation apron is an apron-like outfit that preggies wear on the outside to prevent radiation waves or some sort being propagated towards their wombs to harm the fetus in one way or another. Apparently it's really popular here in China for some unproven medical reasons.
Life's not over for me. In fact, it is just the beginning. So much to learn. So much to experience. So much to get frustrated with. Though life can be tough sometimes, I still move on.
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