Disturbing

I'll continue with Part II of my birth story in a later post cos at the moment, there is something I wanted to say.

So, yesterday evening, while my urut lady and confinement lady chatted. I happily listed to their stories. When I say 'stories', they were mostly bizarre stories. The kind that makes your whole body shake and feel as if some parts of your anatomy are about fall apart as well.

Anyway, the most talked about story was when they both shared the same concern about ladies after birth - the uterus. And both are so adamant that for some, if you are not careful, will have their uterus fall out!! Careful..according to my confinement lady means no squatting, no carrying heavy stuff, no running...basically, no sudden movements that may cause this...urm...tragedy. And my urut lady, kept asking me to get the 'bengkung' or a girdle to "hold" my tummy in place.

Since I can't be mopping the floor or cleaning the loo, I sat there listening to their horrific tales. Plus, other stories which isn't err...very appropriate for me to write it here. Even thinking about it now is making me sweat.

The whole time, I glanced at my clock and anxiously prayed for hubby to speed home or tried to concentrate on the tv (the French Open has started - another reason for me to do less blogging hehheh...) but neither helped much.

Now, I did plan on you know, exercising and doing it right this time around (at the moment, I look as if I am 3 months pregnant). However, in light of the new err...information, I don't think even the world's most advance fitness equipment will entice me to begin my Project Sim-Down.

Scary...