Where I Stood

I don't know what i've done
Or if i like what i've begun
But something told me to run
And honey you know me it's all or none


There were sounds in my head
Little voices whispering
That i should go and this should end
Oh and i found myself listening


'cause i don't know who i am who i am without you
All i know is that i should
And i don't know if i could stand another hand upon you
All i know is that i should

Drab Fab

These days, without consciously realising it, I go about my day without brushing my teeth or cleaning my face. I could be in my nursing gown from day till evening. My face is oily, my body is sweaty (breast feeding is a v hot & passionate affair)....I think Mother Earth is happy to have her soil back by the time I am done with my shower, which happens sometimes late at night.

I would not have recognized me a few months back.

And that's why I look forward to those lunches with my girl friends. For twice a week, I feel like a human being once again; I clean up nice to meet the outside world and have meaningful conversations (no offence Bud--baby talk is cool too).

I can't wait for my lunch date tomorrow.

Nesting

"If you have witnessed the birth of puppies or kittens, you've probably noticed how restless the labouring mother becomes just before delivery - frantically running back and forth, furiously shredding papers in the corner, and finally, when she feels all is in order, settling into the spot where she will give birth."
What To Expect When You're Expecting

After vegging on the sofa for 3 hours, I decided to get up and do some cleaning and cleared my wardrobe out.

I. Don't. Clean. At. All.

Well, not much anyway.

Well, I haven't taken out the toothbrush to clean the bathroom floors - is this my nesting instinct? Could this be my body telling me something that my mind haven't quite registered.

Such a Difference A Day Makes

I have just turned off the telly that has been on since 1000hr. It's been working hard for 5 full hours - in between my morning Weetabix, the calls from Wei, Sha'n, mom, the mail lady, my ham sandwich lunch....it's been working hard, which is more than I can say for this 74.4 kg heavily pregnant body.

Thank God for medical dramas, cute Residents, whiny Interns and the whole DVD boxset. It takes my mind off things and my eyes off the clock. Wei was not too sure if time was on my side but I think he heard the desperation in my voice. And I think I'm not doing too badly at the rate of finishing the whole season.

I'd much liked yesterday better where I had a plan, places to go, people to meet:

It started with meeting Sharon for b'fast. Little A started his first day at nursery. As much as I thought Sharon needed company, I needed to get out of the house so that Aunty could clean the house in peace. I woofed down a bowl of fishball noodle and a plate of black 'char kuey' and caught up with her.

Barely 2 hours later, I was eating again - with Sandra, my Doula. I had mixed berry fruit tart and latte. Sandra wanted us to have girly time together, a bonding session presumably before she saw the monstrous side of a labouring me in the delievry ward.

I walked a km to rent my DVD, did some grocery shopping & waited for Linda dropped by the house for tea.



Like I said, I'd much liked yesterday better. Lounging around is not quite for me.

Tomorrow will be different again. Roz in town for a catch-up, Doctor to see....I will be out of the house.

Free Spirit

 

There's something about this shot that I like - never mind that the husband looked white as sheet.

There's a certain energy from the photo that speaks to me.

Maybe it's because at least half of them weren't looking into the camera and the frozen moment in time captured the light-hearted event.

Maybe it's the 2 dudes at the back with their fist pumped in the air.

It's cozy without being too posey.

I just like it.

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I just couldn't figure it out......




Like why in the world is she cross-eyed in this picture?



or why does she look so pained to be carrying the bag?

Pop Goes The Belly

If you'd followed my blog, you'd know I have this mortal fear about seeing the inside-outs of my belly button.

I know this will render mummies around the biggest laughter, but I really wonder what happens when my innie is turned inside out?

Will it go 'pop'? Will there be any fanfare? I am touching it ever so often to ensure that it's still the same.

How will it be like when the day comes?

Happy 2010!

We wanted a nice quiet dinner this New Year's Eve. It will be home-cooked, no doubt, and we were going for Asian (enough of the turkey, pork, beef...).

Then Wei sent an sms: we were invited over to MIL's for dinner.

I weighed my options and decided to join the ILs. It's been a while since MIL last invited us and I did miss her cooking somewhat.

On our way home, I asked Wei what he thought of the year - what his achievements were.

He jokingly said he managed to get me pregnant.

This year undoubtedly flew by in a blink of an eye.

We were lucky to make 2 beautiful trips to Tokyo & London.

I managed to take my interest in tennis as far as I could go before Bud decided I was too heavy to run for the balls. I know Wei misses me on the courts.

We got to embrace some friends to dropped by our sunny island for a visit. We also said goodbye to a couple of people:

Roz, whom I lunched regularly with to share office goss and talked about life in general, moved thousands of miles away. Facebook and emails can never bring back the sessions we used to have. I could tap into her experience of being pregnant and birthing..but mostly I miss my friend.

Linsey, also another regular lunch date, decided to say good-bye to the corporate world and challange herself as a full-time mummy. I get to catch-up with her a little more often, only when she has help from a babysitter.

The many colleagues who'd decided to part ways with the company. Some, I was glad to see go. But mostly, leaders and counterparts - whom I never really gotten a chance to know but I am certain would make great people/friends - leave in groups. The departures had a sleeper effect; I would never have guessed that I was depressed by the situation.

To the dearly departed: MJ, FF, JH, Marcus, A Chin...you will be missed; I'm sorry I never got to know you, Marcus.

Next year will be a challenging year for Wei & I...not only with the expectant arrival of Bud but each of us with our jobs.

It will not get easier but I pray that we will be strong enough to sail through....

Only with Wei by my side every step of the way.

Trying out a New Neighbourhood

Hi Guys

Just trying this new site out.

I have been contemplating moving to a new and more dynamic blog platform and I think blogspot may be the answer.

Love the fact that I could incorporate a slideshow on the blog, put a billboard picture, stick some gadgets in.

For those of my Ya-Ya sisters who'd signed up as livejournalers with me, thank you.

I am hoping you like this layout better.

Let me know your thoughts.