Throughout most of Lunar New Year, whenever I was asked how my pregnancy has been so far – I would reply without a bat of an eyelid how it has been smooth & enjoyable. No morning sickness, no nausea, no mood swings, no crazy symptoms except for a growing belly which I was happy about.

And then 2 days ago, I think I may have spoke wee bit too soon.

My cough worsen from a dry to a chesty one to one that just wouldn’t stop bothering me through the night. I’ve lost sleep just waking up to pee, cough, purge out phlegm and change urinary pads (because every cough makes the leaks even worse). And this has led to the return of the flu  which also landed me a fever as of last night. And I’ve been feeling every bit of a grouch with the loss of appetite, even the insatiable desire to rally any strength for shopping couldn’t perk me up.

The tummy was hardening up with every cough I make, the groin was just utterly painful and the lower backaches started setting in. I was curling myself up like a baby most of yesterday morning when the Bo asked if I was experiencing any possible contractions.

“Gaah? Nooo way!!!”. I didn’t even want to think of that, hoping that the Chungkin would bake in there for  at least another 3 or more weeks, and be all fresh & toasty like a lovely bun out of the oven come D-day.

Some concerned friends suggested the remedy of drinking Apple Cider Vinegar + Honey (which has to be cleared by my gynae prior to consumption), while others said warm water – which I took cupfuls of. But at the end of the day, I conceded defeat to a natural recovery after a 2-weeks battle and succumb to taking panadol, drowsy cough mixture & piriton last night. I was told to take only when necessary at the time of presciption. And as of last night at 9am, it was deemed necessary. I didn’t want another episode of having to rush to the hospital again apart from the upcoming labour run.

Though the only thing that I do not have and wish to get my hands on: a phlegm extractor. How cool would that be.