Seth Sara

Here’s Seth at 29 weeks! Ain’t he big?! =O Can you see his little boyhood? ;p

I’m into the third trimester of my pregnancy and it just dawned on me that in another 6 weeks time, I may be giving birth! GOSH!

*Runs around in circles, waving my arms in the air and shouting incoherently…*

Over the last 2 weeks, the Man and I have been conscientiously buying stuffs in preparation for our new member of the family. The cot is here taking up most of our room. The baby cupboard from Ikea is all packed with baby stuffs like clothes, bottles, diapers, grooming kits, and even toys! A few more items to buy and we’re almost ready.

Right, ready as in physically prepared. But mentally…..

Argh!!! *Starts running around in circles again, waving our (the Man’s joining me now!) arms and screaming…*

We are so NOT prepared! We seemed to have just grown up ourselves! How are we gonna be parents?! Unbelievable! Will we be responsible parents? Will we be able to give our child the best? Will we know how to bring him up to be a gentleman? How do we love him without spoiling him? Will we scold him? Bring out the cane? Smack? Or will we let him have his ways? Will he be a handful? And ultimately, will he be healthy?

I’ve read somewhere that the pains of motherhood do not stop at the operation table. Herein lays a path of anxiety forever, as long as I shall live! A mother’s fears span from the minute she conceives, whether she can bring the child safely to term. Yup! I’ve been extra careful walking around in rubber shoes and flats. At night when I sleep, I wake with every turn, holding on to my tummy, so the baby will not be shaken. It’s been a terrifying 7 months so far!

After the child is born, I’ll have to worry about his health, his food intake, his education, his upbringing, well-being, character building. My heart will ache with every scratch, every fall, every wound and every cut. Okie, seeing that the dear Man is extremely accident prone when young, I’m not holding my breath that Seth’s gonna be an sit-by-my-side-quietly kind of kid. Hmmm…

When he’s older and enters adolescence, I’ll have to worry about the honey and the bees. Him being a boy, at least I will not have to worry about my child being taken advantage of. But then again, maybe I’ve got to make really sure he doesn’t take advantage of others eh?

How about when he grows older, will I have to worry about his career? His family? It’ll be never-ending. And in the midst of all these, everyday of my life, I shall be worried for his safety. This is a scary road ahead indeed…