Girl or Boy?

2 days back, I went to the hospital to do the scan and blood test for Fetal's Down Syndrome and to my relief, I belongs to the low risk sector.

The image from the scan is so much clearer and thus the doctor was able to predict the gender of my 12 weeks old baby. He had guessed that the baby would be a boy but he was quick to add that he had been wrong before and warned us not to buy anything for the baby yet.

Mr Hubby likes to have a boy, since we already have a beautiful girl. For me, I am fine, whichever sex, as long as my baby is healthy. But secretly, I was imagining the name to be "Michaela" (meaning: like God) but since this is a girl's name, I guess I have to just drop it.

It will be another 170-180 days to go, before I get to hold my baby in my arms, I just can't wait to pop. Everyday, I am feeling tired and at times I can be quite sick with all that puking, headaches and nauseousness. On top of that, I look sooooo bloody TERRIBLE!! Bloat like a water buffalo that walks up right like a penguin! And my complexion had also makes me look really dull these days. All those pregnancy hormones are not doing me any justice at all!

I can only comfort myself with the wise words of one of my co-worker. She told me, "Heaven is fair. When you are ugly, you will become prettier during your pregnancy, but when you are usually pretty, you will look your ugliest when you are expecting a baby."

OK. I rather be ugly just for these 9 months than for the rest of my life.

Maybe, I should go into hibernation for the next few months, until I have given birth so nobody gets to see the hideous side of me.



Has to work later of the day :((
Why isn't it the weekends yet?????

5 years ago

For the last 5 years, so much of my life had changed. It's almost unbelievable.


1) 5 years ago, my life begun at 10pm. Now, I sleep as early as 10pm.

2) 5 years ago, I said "moment with children is like moment in hell." Now, I will go to hell if that's what it takes to be with my Laetitia.

3) 5 years ago, I only thing I cook was instant noodles. Now, I cook, I bake, I shop for fresh groceries.

4) 5 years ago, gossips were the only thing that were shared over dinner. Now, cooking recipes have been the "IN" topics.

5) 5 years ago, I sing to mandarin pop songs at KTV. Now, I sing songs from "Elmo's World" and "Sesame Street".

6) 5 years ago, I live my life however way I want. Now, I plan my life, giving the best I can for my family.

7) 5 years ago, if you call me "Auntie", I will kill you. Now, you are free to call me "auntie" or even "mommy".

Busy.. Busy..

Had been really busy last week and I am expecting another "hellish" week ahead.

Busy as can be, still nothing can stop me from having cravings. I love to have some Quiche Lorraine. So I baked myself some. And mine, they taste like pure heaven!!

DELICIOUS!!

おいしい! délicieux! 맛있은! очень вкусный! squisito!

License to grow FAT!

The best thing about being pregnant, for me, is I get to really enjoy eating, caring nothing about tipping the scale of my weighing machine.

Recently, there has been a wave of dieting, supplement meals with shakes and lots of measurement and weighing going now with a small circle of our friends, after someone got very inspired by a MLM company. The hyper is all about trimming fat, losing weight = healthy.

And I am so glad, I was spared because I am "different" at the moment. I would have been miserable if I have to swap real food for some artificially-flavored drinks.

I guess I love my food more than anything else. As for post-natal. I have my ways to trim those kilos. Just look who I already have as my personal trainer and this new-born will have given me 2 of the best trainers in the world, my world, at least!

Btw, I have already put on 5 kg in 2 months. I am a monster!! ROARRRRR!!!!

Already 2 years!

We were lying on our bed, on the eve of our anniversary; Mr Hubby asked me if I would like to have anything for this anniversary. I said I wanted a sponsorship for liposuction, but now is not a good time. I can always ask for that next year, so that left me with nothing that I wanted.

When I asked Mr Hubby what he wanted, he didn't know too. So we just went to sleep, not expecting anything to happen for each other the next day.

On the morning of our anniversary, my maid asked if we are coming home for dinner and Mr Hubby replied yes, so I wasn't thinking of celebrating it over candle-light on anything either.

Then in the afternoon, I received the most beautiful bouquet I had ever got. It was made up soft black feathers with 12 red roses and 5 very sweet-looking tulips, surrounded by baby's breathe!

In the evening, Mr Hubby came to pick me up from work and as he was driving, I thought we were heading home, then he hit the AYE instead of PIE, I had to ask him, "We are not going home?" He then replied sheepishly that he had called home earlier to ask my maid not to cook our dinner and he was taking me to somewhere very nice.

He drove to Sentosa. We ended up at The Cliff, situated inside the luxurious The Sentosa Resort and Spa. There was even a peacock who greeted us outside the restaurant.

The view of our table was spectacular; I love it more because we saw rainbow on our way there!

Mr Hubby had a champagne while I had a very refreshing mocktail because I had to avoid alcohol during pregnancy.

This was our appetizer, Hokkaido Scallops. The scallops, slightly torched, were very fresh and taste wonderful with the creamy sauce.

For soups, I had this very tasty Veloute of Sweet Corn with king crab parcel in the middle and Mr Hubby had this very unique Roasted Tomato Soup with garlic foam and tarragon ice-cream.

I always love lambs, so main dish for me was Char-grilled Tasmanian Lamb Rack while Mr Hubby loves his Wild Canadian lobster fettuccine with its fat juicy lobster.

We had some deserts which comprised of many little delightful treats. I love the macaroons!

The restaurant surprised us with a slice of complimentary cheesecake, knowing that it was our anniversary. We were very impressed with their service throughout our 3 hours long dinner. They were making all the right suggestions and taking good care of us; they absolutely had live up to the term "fine dinning".

And yes, we had been eating from 7pm right up to 10pm. We left, carrying our tummies with both hands. We were like 2 fatties!

Before, you start to think that I am a lousy wife who got Mr Hubby nothing. I caught him by surprise with the delivery of this gift hamper to his office. It has this lovely chocolate fondue set inside! He likes chocolate fondue and so do I. Hehehe...

Lastly, I was amazed how much the tulips had grown just over a day and half!!

I love my life!!

Of Schools and Independence

I took leave these few days to get Laetitia started with her playschool. I really must be proud of her because for the first 2 days, she did not cry when we drop her off at the school gate. Today, she cried a little, but not because she had chickened out; she cried because she refused to remove her shoes.

Laetitia is also brave enough to take the school bus back, on her own, from the second day of school. I guess she has inherited my "independent gene". I remembered my own first day of school, unlike Laetitia, I only went to school when I was 5, my mom sent me to the school gate and told me she would not be picking me after school, but I was to follow an "auntie" who was our neighbor to come back home on my own and then she left. I looked outside the school's window and there were many parents hovering outside the school, waiting for their children, but my mom, she went home, just like she said it.

I didn't cry. I looked to my sides, the children were howling for their parents, I was like, "Shut up already, yours are just outside, you know where is mine? She is at home. AT HOME! OK!" But I didn't say it out loud verbally; I said it with my slanted eyes stare and a stomach full of disgusts.

I am glad that Laetitia is likely to also be an independent child, but at times, I am worried. Independence without self-awareness and self-control is dangerous! Whenever I want to put a lid to her independence, she rebels like some guerrilla on the loose. And when I need her to exercise that independence of hers and walk on her own, she clings onto me like a new-born!

Parenting.... there is no harder job in the world than this. Still, I am loving it!