What is it now?

Once again, and for the fourth time over, I ask, "Gas or labour?"

Usually when it hurts bad enough to wake me to blog about it, it's just gas.

It's 3.43 am. Let me go check what time the same gas woke me to blog some 2.5 years ago....ah! 5 am.

Time to log off and go back to bed.

The dormant blogger awakes...

only just...

Caught a cold, again! 2nd time this pregnancy. So not funny. Lasts for a week if I'm lucky. It's only the 3rd day and my eyes are crossing and I'm zoning out every second of the day. But yet I can't fall asleep. My sinuses are all swollen, I snore myself awake. It's waay gross. I'm dead tired.

35 weeks? (I think, am not sure anymore) and still going going going.

64 kg by now (it was 63 ish last week so am hazarding a guess that I've hit another round number) so should be anytime anytime.

But I have so much to do still. So little energy. HELP.

This too shall pass. I really say this too often ;p

Just for the record

23 weeks on (I am trying to remember...think 23 is about right? aiyah, dunno.) and 9 kgs heavier (or is it 6? really depends on my starting point and I've deluded myself about my weight so long....I really can't remember now). Hah. [one reeking with sarcasm]

The end is too far. Too far.

My ass is too heavy. And the year of the Ox is too nigh. What am I to do?

Eat and be merry. I guess.

Yeah. That should do for now.

Lorong 23 Geylang - had to type that. Just so I won't forget where my recent 'hot' dining spot is. The memory is that bad. What memory? Huh?

The blob continues to blur....

And we are bigger...again

No. 4 is created.

Zaps the life outta me. High on supplements everyday to beat the exhaustion (keeps me almost on my feet, kinda focused and erm able to converse like a being again... so that's erm, good. Better than lying prostrate the entire day.)

Am not exaggerating about lying prostrate the entire day either. Ask my parents. I think they think I'm dying but they don't say it out loud in case it comes true.

I have to remember these things. The difficulty of life when life is created. I must remember that much as I feel blessed and love these 'things' to bits, I must preserve MY life. It really really feels like I'm being zapped dry. A breathing thing lying prostrate. Not much good. Laundry undone for 4 days straight. Dishes undone. Kids playing by themselves all the time.....wondering why the autonomy?

But enough with complaints.

Gemma or Oliver. We can't wait.

Wow it's been too long

since I last blogged.

But Vancouver never fails to make me.

That's the party at Kathleen's and Gary's just yesterday evening. They are the crazy trampoliners.

Sun doesn't set till 9pm in Spring. And Spring is sweet :) Literally. Until you've breathed the putrid (ok, I exaggerate a little) air back home, you won't smell the sweetness. It's light, crisp, and sweet. We like it.

If only money didn't suck, we'd be back in a jiffy. What am I saying. We left precisely because money sucked so bad there, here, I mean. We are here now. On vacation. And it's helluva great one too.

ALL our friends made time to meet with us and to cook for us - again. We love it. Home-cooked food is just sublime. It's even more sublime just knowing they care enough to find time to cook for us. So we've been 'back' 4 days and we haven't yet had to find dinner on our own save for the first day we landed when we decided to try out 'Fat Burger' across the street. Sounded enticing enough but eating out in Vancouver zaps your pocket like magic ....plus the cooks are from I dunno, the class that didn't make it? Yucks. Paper taste better.

It's past 9 now and it's getting dimmer out there. Downtown looks like a concrete jungle from up here (we're at an apartment smack right like in CBD) but it's almost quiet....like people have almost all commuted home and the city's all ready, or rather, ALready wound down.

"Why is Vancouver so nice?" ask our kids innocently. We understand them perfectly. It is indeed nice. We did so miss it. But we're here now and for now, we shall enjoy it. To its fullest.

Why?

is it that two good things must always come at the same time?

So much so that you are compelled to choose? No two ways about. Yet two good things must come at once. Simultaneously. Ok, concurrently, to be accurate. Almost simultaneously. So that it makes you wonder if there is some conspiracy. Up there. A true conspiracy.

I'm already vexed as it is. A perfectionist procrastinates. That's how I assure myself. Har har. Hey but no, I must maintain that stance because that book on how to be a millionaire tells me I must, else I lose my first million already.

Then Heaven opens up and the perfectionist smiles - ok, grins this huge, unnaturally happy grin - that type that makes you who are watching wanna grin too...then Heaven opens up twice over. Now she grins no more. Baffled. Then, pissed. Coz vexed. Again!

I can't have my cake and eat it, she tells herself. Let one go. Choices like these aren't meant to vex you. You're supposed to feel super happy, flattered even. Then you choose and politely, graciously, calmly decline the other.

I pray hard. When I remember. That's bad. But I remember to pray coz I do believe! So that must be redeeming? This can't be a punishment. It's a erm...test? I can't figure it.

All I know is this. Each time it comes to this, it means something good will come to fruition - it's no longer just a bogus lead. The trick though now is to choose the true lead as opposed to the bogus lead. Shite.

I drag myself from my comfort zone each time to discover more challenges. They say you don't get more than you can manage, He doesn't do that. Oh ho ho. Fine. I'm flattered. I'll manage.

If He throws in another baby though, I'll scream. I will. You'll hear me wherever you are.

I will pray somemore right now. I'm open to whatever it ought to be, just don't bogus me. Loud and clear, just tell me.

Absolutely none

No porbem! (courtesy of RyanObillybob)
His 2nd words
after mama, dardee, baba (byebye), jeje (sister), makmak (milk), arhhh! (m angry)
This guy is gonna have a bright, luminous! future.
I'm certain of it.
Everyday is a better day just watching him grow.

And the others...
are just too crazy to be true.
My hairdresser (aka cousin) tells me I have streaks in my hair already wat.
No need to dye.
Natural silver streaks.
Crazy hair from crazy kids.
No porbem!
Life's still all good.

Merry Christmas y'all!