I should really stop doing these periodic updates and start doing them regularly but honestly, I’ve contemplated stopping blogging altogether. Afterall, there’s only so much of his drool and bowel movements I can blog about before people start shunning me.

Anyway, have been busy of late with a personal project which I hope will bear some success at the end of the day.

And I realised I have little patience for people with unnecessary comments. Who died and made you the know-it-all when you’ve never even gone through it in the first place?!

Bah.

Where do I start?

Hmmm.

Motherhood isn’t as scary as I thought it would be but it is a total different ballgame altogher. In the past six weeks, I’ve reached a whole new level in multi-tasking. I’ve attained new heights in flexibility and agility. Would I have otherwise attempted to carry a baby in one hand, a glass of water in another and switch on the fan with my toe in the past? So yes, I say with a tinge of pride that I can do the above now. With ease I might add.

As I was telling my gynae, pregnancy is such easy-peasy stuff as compared to motherhood. I’ve always thought my emotions are under check but I wasn’t spared the haywire emo feeelings in the first few days. It didn’t help that the confinement nanny helped with comments about how I won’t be able to breastfeed because I don’t have enough milk etc etc. Needless to say, I let her go faster than I can say “What do you know?”.

Managing him alone (together with the husband) isn’t as stress-inducing as I thought it might be. Heck, I’m even considering staying at home for good but we’ll see again when he reaches 12 weeks. I haven’t exactly degenerate to become the village idiot, as I feared, but it is true that my topics for conversation has decreased somewhat. On the positive note, I can tell you the latest happening for the TVB serials on cable and am fully utilising the internet subscription.

There are good days and there are better days but I’m embracing all because they only come once.

… has passed by in a flash.

Too many things happening at the same time.

But all good so that makes it all ok.

Are you always on the lookout for new dining places?

Wanna get honest reviews about your favourite restaurants?

A friend has come up with something to answer all these questions and more.

You can check it out at www.hungrygowhere.com.

Me think it’s a great idea.

Ok, I need some honest and objective opinions about this because I totally believe I’m not in the wrong.

The story goes like this:

Over the weekend, I went to do my nails and returned with a somewhat bruised finger.

Apparently the manicurist was just a tad bit enthusiastic (either that or the lighting was too dark) about my dead skin cell and somehow removed more than just dead skin cell. Think she took some live ones as well.

Hello, dear friend.

Am so happy for you and wished I could be there but it’s ok. We’ll have another celebration in June.

Here’s wishing you all the happiness, joy and cheers in this new season of your life!

With much love.

 

Where do you think this is located?

In an office? A classroom?

Nope. All these are too passe. I came home last night and found this installed outside the corridor.

My neighbour is making himself very very comfortable.

 Figured my black pants was in the laundry basket, I hurriedly grabbed the black skirt this morning since I was going to be late.

As I was talking to my colleague about lunch, I felt my bottom and something didn’t feel right.

It felt like… like… my skirt had split!

Sheesh.

Quickly turned it around and there it was. Darn. Drapped on my long jacket (I don’t know what I’ll do without long jackets) and casually asked my colleague to spin by my place for a sec before lunch.

Went upstairs (as fast as a pregnant person can) to change and was shocked at the tear on the skirt.

Now I’m just wondering how long has the tear been there. Have I been walking around these past few months flashing my underpants?!

Arrgh.

Thank God He gave me a strange sense of humour.

Update

And I just realised that in my hurry to change, I left my office access card in the pocket of the skirt.

Raises so many questions in my mind.

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