There, my life had changed.

6.59am. 

I briefly looked at the digital clock on the side table and I closed my eyes. I was waiting for my alarm clock to ring and I felt a tiny push on my arm which I gracefully ignored. Nah, just pillow. Let me sleep till 7. Not a minute less. Much to my surprise, something just climbed onto my bed and snuggled into my blanket. 

Jesper Jia. The moment I realized it wasn't just a pillow, Jesper's soft baby voice penetrated my ears. 

"Time to wake up, mommy!" No, piggie, the alarm hasn't rung. Without opening my eyes, I stretched my arms across the bed and embraced the little figure. 

"It's not time yet, Jesper." I said with a sigh and felt the little figure circled his arms around my neck.

"Mommy, wake up!!! It's 7!" Jesper started tickling my nape, knowing my exact ticklish spot. I woke up in a shot the moment his tiny fingers brushed through my neck. This kid definitely knows how. Being tickled feels rather frustrating, frankly speaking, but if you were to wake up looking at your beautiful son giving you a generous peck on your cheeks, telling you "Good morning, momma!", I can guarantee you, none of the tension you felt earlier would stay any longer. Smiling to his greet, I carried him in my arms as I got up from the bed. "Good morning, sweetie." I said while giving him a peck on his fluffy cheeks. 

"Go find grandma in the dining room, go!" Carefully letting him down on the ground, I patted him on his back urging him to leave the room. He nodded his head obediently and ran out of the room with a grin. I shook my head as I shouted 'Be careful Jesp!' at the direction he disappeared into. 

It had been a few years ever since Jesper came into my life. Basically, my life had never been too dramatically bad, excluding the part where I got pregnant and I didn't even know. Even the pregnancy was fine for me. With my deferment in studies being granted, I was able to have enough rest for the period of time. Having my mom here to take care of me, things were even easier. Not needing to worry about anything other than being careful on my own. Well, life was easy doesn't mean the pregnancy was easy though. I swear I love my mom even more now as I went through all the torture and bliss of having a baby. For the first few months of pregnancy, I was literally the main visitor of any toilets. Everything made me feel nauseous. Coffee, fish, onions, spinach..... I don't exactly know why Jesper hated them as a foetus, but yes, they cost me so much toilet visits. I was even hospitalized for a while due to the severity of my morning sickness. Since then, I never visited the campus cafeteria as I would definitely puke my biles if I stepped into that place. As I entered my second trimester, puking had gotten slightly better (I did really count how frequent I visited the toilet and the number gradually decreased.) but sore feet and backache started to intensify. I remember, when I was having my final examination for the semester, my feet cramped so badly after sitting down for 3 hours. I couldn't even move when the exam ended. It was then my besties came and helped me up. No one in my university knew about my pregnancy, other than the two of them.

My baby bump started really showing at the end of the fourth month, which was somewhere around my final examination. Not many realized it as I wore pretty loose and oversized tee at that period of time. 

I didn't really go out for any activities as I entered my second trimester. I was a little afraid of meeting people outside and getting judged. I would just stay at home, watch some dramas and read some books. Mum didn't even let me in to the kitchen. I only had the chance to visit the kitchen when mom was out for the day, say, she had activities with her friends. Those chances were priceless since I certainly missed cooking and baking.

Aside of that, my moodswings were really, really bad, mom said. She almost thought I had bipolar for a split second (or days). Pregnancy hormones were piece of . Not kidding. I didn't even know why but I could be laughing this second and the next I would be crying; even some random confession scenes in dramas would make me tear up.

Mom and I would talk to the baby at night, before we both go to sleep. When I first felt it moving, it was... comical? It felt a little ticklish and, you know, sometimes when your stomach grumbles, the air moves and all, yeah, that was how I thought it felt like, just, 10 times stronger? Sometimes, when he hit the wrong spot, it could actually hurt. Ouch, especially when he kicked the ribcage, my mom almost thought I was in labour judging from my expression (labour was way way worse though). When I actually could see a shape of feet jutting out from my stomach, the feeling was even more peculiar. It felt, however, rather blissful as I watched my b