Dearest Daddy-to-be

At times I truly believe your Daddy here thinks giving birth is a bore and not impressed about. Sometimes I really do think he feels my backpains, nausea, cramps, cravings, breathless and crazy hormones are nothing more than me over-reacting and exaggerating pain. (Mind you, only because I have done it in the past. Now when it really hurts, padan muka! Only because I am well known to everyone whom just does not tolerate pain not even a pin-prick!) Once I'd pace up and down the living room with excruciating backpains while he snores into dreamland. I'd like to see him go through pregnancy (with all its nausea and vomitting), child-birth without the assisted epidural, recovering from c-sec AND the episiotomy all at once. Or maybe it's just his way of telling me don't worry about it too much, you will be fine. If any women can do it, you'll able to do it. Well, doesn't seem to work, does it honey? (count your blessings for psychology degrees, your darling wife is able to interpret - or use positive thinking - your actions ok!) Otherwise, I'm sure there'd be flying pots and pans through our kitchen window - not that that never happens, ok. Almost did recently thanks to these crazy hormones! *wink* kan b, kan kan?

We were watching an episode of CI when Elliot's wife got into a terrible accident. She was pregnant and her legs were strapped underneath the rubble. Ladidilada - in conclusion she went into labour and couldn't hold any longer. Gave birth WITHOUT proper assistance (and pain reliefs!) in the ambulance. I concluded - she must be more in shock about the accident to actually feel the pain of delivery. I cringed and squirmed in my seat while your Daddy sees it as a no-brainer and said nonchalantly, y'know back in the olden days, women gave birth without any pain relief. They did it for many many years. I was too engrossed into the whole episode to reply. Though I do agree with him, neither am I going through delivery without any assistance (drugs for this lady, please).

Nevertheless, I'm grateful for his superb cooking, dish-washing, cleaning, stinky laundry, toilet-scrubbing, driving me around and ka-ching when I needed him most. Maybe he too is as scared as I am. I bow, salute and praise those women in the olden days and also to those whom have made it through without a husband to support. Emotionally and physically. Me on the other hand, refuse to even imagine how it'd be without your Daddy.

Now that the minced beef pie is ready and cooling on the rack, I'm thinking should I start clanging pots and pans again to wake your Daddy up? =D Eh, no kiddo, don't even think about doing that to us when you're here ok! But if you do, oh well, now we know where he/she gets it from, eh?