When my 12 year old enjoys my old blog :)

It makes me so happy.  My heart swells, my eyes light up like flickering fairy lights...twinkling and shimmery all at once.

Love you, Gareth.  Mommy always have and always will.

My World Still Revolves

Around these people. [oops can't insert pix today? system error?]

I love. Therefore I am happy. I guess everything else can wait. Can fade off. I should be good. So long as I have them. So long as they feel my love. Must remember to remind them tomorrow. Again. I am happy. I love.

Gemma

Born on 12 May 2009
unrotated ;p

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.