The kick game

My baby has been very active recently. I often feel her kicking, or changing position. I always try to pat the area she’s kicked, saying “Kick!”, so that she can kick the same area again (they call it the Kick Game). She’s getting good at it, although she misses sometimes. I like this game so much because I can feel a special bond between us while playing, as well as the signs of her life.

My husband is eager to join this game whenever he notices we are playing. He usually comes up to us and says “Let me do it! It’s my turn!” excitedly. The funny point is that, then, all of a sudden, she always stops kicking! Unfortunately for him, he has never been able to play it with her so far.

It seems that she especially likes to kick when it is quiet and I become relaxed, usually when I’m in bed going to sleep at night or taking a lunchtime nap at work. I don’t want to ignore her, as I’m sure she is bored in there alone. Naturally, as a result she often disturbs me by starting the game when I’m just falling asleep. That’s one of the reasons I am sleepless these days.

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The apple of my eye

I have a nephew, Ken, who has just turned four years old. He has been the apple of my eye ever since he was born. I always love his company because he is so adorable and funny. What he does or says always amuses me. He is fond of me, too. When his mother (my sister) asks him, “Who do you want to get married to?” he always answers “Haru-chan” shyly. During my wedding party one year ago, he held my hand all the time, so some guests thought I had already had a kid!

Ken is quite talkative and likes to tell me his secrets from time to time. A year ago,when he was three years old, his secrets often came out of his imagination. For example, he would tell me about the ghost in his house who was always tickling him and made him laugh. One day he said to me, “It is just between you and me, but I go to work while mom and dad are asleep.” Pretended to be surprised,“You do? Do you have any coworker?”I said.“Yes, she is three months old”, he answered proudly. With these stories, I was often amused by how he was blessed with a vivid imagination and he wanted to share it with me.

Now that he has turned four, he seems to have realized the difference between the imaginary and real worlds. Last time I talked to him, he said to me “I don’t know if I want to go to elementary school when I grow up.” I asked why in surprise, because I knew he had always looked forward to it. He answered sheepishly “Because I heard what they are studying there is difficult”. “You can do it! It’s a very fun place and you’ll do great. I want to go there again”, I answered, thinking it was the sign of growing up. He now worries about the thing in the real world! Then he looked up at me and said “Then can you be smaller again, and we can go there together.” Well, it seems that he now lives between the real world and imaginary world.
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Nov.21, 2011

It was a beautiful autumn day today. Walking through the sunbeams streaming through the golden leaves of the gingko trees that line my way to work, I realized I had never been happier in my life. My morning sickness has gone and my unborn baby is doing great. When I went to see my gynecologist for monthly prenatal checkup last week, I could see her with ultrasound. She is already 15 cm in length, with long arms and legs, and is very active. She has already become baby-shaped! I can’t believe how fast she's grown. They say a fetus get ears by 16 weeks, and can distinguish its parent’s voice by then. So, I try to be happier all the time, and share my thoughts and feelings with her in a loud voice, so that I hope my girl could feel relief, even though she is in a dark and small place alone. Nothing has ever made me feel so needed in my life, and I want to do anything to make her feel happy.
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boy or girl?

Recently, I’ve been asked about which gender I would prefer my baby to have. Frankly, though, it doesn’t really matter to me. All I wish is to have a healthy child, that’s all.

My husband, on the other hand, doesn’t have the same idea as mine. He really wants me to bear him a baby boy. He’s already named our unborn baby some boy’s name, and talks to him as if the baby were a boy. I asked him why he was so insistent on having a son the other day. “Because I’m not really sure I could bear our daughter getting married. The thought of someone taking her away from us makes me so sad,”he answered as a matter-of-factly.

I was shocked by the answer. It sounded so unreasonable, even silly. The day she might tie the knot is so far away! I told this story to my friend, who is a mother of a one year old girl. She laughed and said, “Don’t worry, all fathers are the same. My husband always keeps saying he wants our daughter to get married as early as possible so that he’ll have many grandchildren”.
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Welcome to the world of morning sickness

My dictionary says morning sickness is nausea many women experience during the first trimester of pregnancy. Now that I am in the middle of it, however, I can say it is much more than just nausea. Morning sickness is like straying into another world, where your perception of food is completely changed from what you had in the world you had been in before.

First, in the world of morning sickness, your sense of smell is incredibly enhanced. You can smell things like dogs from miles away. Therefore, you have a hard time being confined in closed spaces packed with many people, such as trains, buses, or even elevators. Those places are filled with a variety of smells including the scent of perfumes, food, and body odors. To make matters worse, the air inside is so stagnant. I almost threw up on the train when a woman sitting next to me started to eat McDonald’s french fries. A kitchen is another place where I can barely stay, as it is full of overpowering smells. A whiff of garbage is more than enough to make me sick!

Second, your mouth tastes so salty and bitter, and your stomach is always queasy, so all the different kinds of food you loved are not appealing anymore. You generally do not have appetite most of the time, except for a strong, weird and random craving for things like french fries, fried chicken, soda, etc. This makes my husband run to 7-Eleven for some cans of Coke at midnight. Aside from these, all I can eat are tomatoes, cucumbers, and potatoes. I can’t bear the sight of any other food. So going to a supermarket is the last thing I want to do.

Anyway, I have to put up with this inconvenience for a while for my unborn baby's sake. To survive this world, my shield is a face mask with a drop of peppermint oil to keep out the bad odors. I hope to leave this strange new world soon!
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August XXX

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Yesterday I took a day off from work to see my gynecologist. It was our second appointment after tests failed to detect an embryo 10 days before. She had urged me to come back, and I was so nervous to see her. If she couldn't find an embryo this time, it could imply my pregnancy was a failure.

The doctor is an outspoken woman in her 40s. Her bluntness intimidated me at our first meeting, but I got used to it eventually. Like many doctors in Japan, she has her own busy clinic. I had to wait for 90 minutes before I was finally called in.

After an examination, she confirmed me that an embryo had been detected. I was so relieved; I was over the moon for a moment! Then, she told me the due date, which is next year. I asked her if I could keep up my swimming. She frowned, then said,"Have you ever seen a pregnant woman swimming? I don't think so. If the staff knew you were pregnant, you would be taken out of the pool by any means. You obviously have never read a book on pregnancy. You had better study more books."

It was stated in her usual intimidating way. Normally, I wouldn't have talked back to her and would have just said "Yes" meekly. But that day, I said to her, "You're right. But please do not forget that I knew I am going to be a mother just 5 minutes ago. I know I have a lot of things to learn and I'm willing to do it from now on". The doctor smiled, and I smiled back. Now I am going to a mother, and a mother has to be strong.
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Happy Birthday Wish

It was my husband's 28th birthday last Sunday. I put some birthday gifts beside his pillow early in the morning. I guess I succeeded in surprising him, but I am not sure if he was really happy with the gifts: a leather wallet and two nice pairs of chopsticks. He had hinted that he wanted to have a new computer, which I couldn't afford at all!

Anyway, our usual birthday tradition is to go to a nice restaurant. But this year, he told me he wanted to celebrate his birthday at home, having his favorite Italian dish for dinner. To be honest, it would have been much easier for me to spend time in a restaurant rather than at home, because all I do at a restaurant is just sit, eat and pay the bill. But it was his birthday, and people have to obey the celebrant's wish. So, I had to look everywhere in our small town to find some unusual Italian ingredients, such as mushrooms, spices and vegetables. Finally I managed to cook cream spaghetti with porcini mushrooms, ratatouille (it's actually a French dish), lasagna, and a bowl of soup. I didn't have time to bake a cake, so I bought two pieces of shortcake. He seemed happy with all of the food, and his satisfied expression made me feel rewarded for my effort.

Well, this will be the last birthday for just the two of us, because we are expecting a baby next year. The thought of it makes me excited of course, but I'm sure I will miss the precious time we spent together.
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