the best way

the best way to live in harmony is not to have any preconceived ideas about anything if you are not the boss and if you don't own the place.

the best way to live happily is to have expectations and have it carried out without obstruction. and yes, it helps if you own the place.

less than a year ago, i could still do that to 10% of the area i used to bunk in. i bought most of the furniture and call the shots on where they are put. i took pride when people commented that it was a pretty hangout.

now, i don't even have 1% of the room of the place i have to live in. i can't even make decisions on bare necessities, let alone luxurious ones like where to put the changing mat.

the best way to get out of this? earn lotsa money and get my own pad.

the empire strikes back... again!

yesterday evening, my dearest drove me back from the office as usual. slightly before i left, i was trying to figure out something from a meeting i had earlier. it was a number i couldn't quite remember how it was derived.

i was thinking aloud while KH drove. finally, i got pretty annoyed. i growled in frustration, grabbed my hair into 2 ponytails trying to pull them out, and slumped against the window on my side.

at that moment, the car stopped at a junction. eyes not leaving the road, KH extended his left hand, subconciously placed it on my bump and asked in a sing-song manner: "how is my child doing today?"

that's when i realised he was oblivious to my gripes. and he wasn't asking me how the child was doing, he was asking child how she was doing.

boo hoo hoo...

my throne has been usurped

every morning, KH will drive me to work. sometimes, when we stop at one of the junctions, while waiting for the busy traffic to pass, KH will put the car in neutral, take his left hand off the wheel and hold my right. he will then caress my hand while we quietly look at each other and smile. it is just sweet, romantic quality time spent together.

this morning, while waiting at one of the junctions, he extended his left hand as usual. i took the cue and held out my right. but he extended his hand further than usual. and that hand landed on my belly and started to caress the bump instead.

i looked at my empty hand and gave him a look that spelt calamity. he stopped caressing and gave me a look that said oh-shit.

the wait for the traffic seemed longer than usual. i slowly realised her royal majesty is now someone smaller than me. and KH probably wanted to get me to the office as quick as possible and make his great escape.

i have heard a lot of times that when baby comes, the husband will feel left out because all the attention of the wife will be on the child. no more 二人世界 after the arrival of baby. however, after this morning's bummer, i came to the sad realisation that there will still be 二人世界, excluding me that is. argh.

37 + 4

that's how far i am into my pregnancy now. and according to my gynae, 37 months is considered full term.

i'm still trying to come to terms with that.

soon the days of:

miserable backaches

faithfully applying stretch marks cream every night

religiously obeying superstitions of not sticking anything, cutting anything on the bed, avoiding construction sites etc

avoiding raw foods and the 4 forbidden fish

will finally be over. and will give way to:

miserable sleepless nights

faithfully applying stretch marks removal cream every night

religiously obeying the mother-in-law's instructions and the child's cries

avoiding almost all foods except for those strictly for confinement

... ...

i'm not sure which is worse.

my belly skin...

... feels like the shirt off the back of dr. banner as he transforms into the incredible hulk.

me dear sweet baby child will stretch real far out sometimes and test the limits of my belly skin. or poke her little toes into my ribs.

space seems like a real problem here for my 2.8 kg bundle and my stretch-marks laced belly. wonder if the little one would like to come out anytime soon?