Smashing Weekend!

It was a three day weekend here, with Deepavali bank holiday today. Not that weekends/holidays mean much to me nowadays. It was such a nice change to have IK for 72 hours straight rather than the usual week which goes by swiftly, abit like this:

• Off to work by 8am.
• Some emailing if he has time, otherwise he is just oh so busy.
• He leaves the office on average at 7.30pm arriving home an hour later or sometimes even later thanks to the downpour causing floods/heavy traffic/etc KL is notorious for.
• Dinner at 8.30pm.
• Bedtime at 10.30-11pm.

All in all, we manage about 2-3 hours worth of chats daily for the past 3 weeks.

Weekends are normally filled with doctor's appointments as well as sorting out car.

This time, we didn't have any check ups (had it on Friday), car was all done and IK did not even have to work as he had predicted to. Huzzah.

All we did was chilled chilled and chilled some more. It was fun to have him around with me most times, despite not doing anything significant at all.

But.

It is back to stressful work and dull routine tomorrow for IK. I am having the blues on his behalf (whilst he is enjoying X-men on telly).

Joyous Deepavali to all who are celebrating!

Hormonally Depressed

Forty weeks tomorrow. The end of my journey.

I am worried (re weight). I am anxious (re due date). I am scared (re labour).

I am missing my old normal life. Before pregnancy. Before coming back here.

I miss leaving the office at a reasonable hour; down the escalator into the mall, passing by Krispy Kreme & Bene Bene, traipsing through Canada Square shops, briefly stopping by Gap/Accessorize/Monsoon/Oasis prior to meeting IK in front of Waitrose, sometimes replenishing veg/milk/bread supply, walking hand-in-hand out of Waitrose towards Barclays, round the Cartier Circle, over the bridge and down the steps into Boardwalk Place all the while complaining about how (my) work sucks.

Then less than ten minutes later - home sweet home. Cook. Eat. Surf net. Telly. Sleep.

I miss my old Eat Live + Breathe Canary Wharf. Life was less complicated then.

Nesting

Bubba's cot is finally ready.

All we have to do now is await Mr Stork's arrival *tap fingers on desk*.

Bun

'Put a fork in me, I'm done'.

I have (only) seven days to go according to my pregnancy ticker!

Two Sides of a Coin

Life has been revolving around bubba mostly. I dread to update my blog for fear of turning this into a baby blog. Looks like I am doing exactly what I planned not to.

Like for now, when I click on New Post, all I can think of updating is bubba's due date, how I feel being very pregnant at this point in time; basically everything about bubba, childbirth and pregnancy.

Surely there's more to (my) life than (my) pregnancy. Let's see -

Today I finally headed to the bank to collect my cheque book, had pizza for lunch with mumsy, dropped by the pharmacy for baby clothes' detergent. OK stop right there. Here I go again getting into bubba stories.

I think this can be attributed to the fact that I stopped working and socialising with colleagues/work mates since end-August. Being at home, I speak to mumsy + dadster, Winnie + Cleo, the maid and I have not even seen many of my mates around because everyone is at work.

Or was that merely an excuse for something I am avoiding.

Surely I can still be an individual who has a life that involves other worldly things apart from a child (not that I am belittling having a child, I am sure it is rewarding)? Or am I supposed to be all consumed with this being growing in my belly? Bubba this, bubba that.

Hmm. Have I actually become someone I could never relate to a few years ago?

Still Preggers

Hello blog-world, I have been meaning to blog everyday but (other equally unimportant) things just seem to get in the way. And no, I have not popped yet.

I do wish it would be soon as bump is getting too heavy and the pressure it puts on my back (when lying down) and legs (when upright) is sometimes unbearable. But bubba has a mind of her own much to mommy's dismay. So in she stays until she is ready to see the world.

In the meantime, I am preparing myself for next week's check up to see how things are going with cervix, etc. I do hope she decides to come out soon. Like tomorrow maybe?

Life in Loopy Land

My Hari Raya:

Mandi at 7 am, got dressed, obligatory call to the outlaws, eldest sister & family arrived from Subang Jaya to complete the original family nucleus. So by 10 everything was in full swing; lots of photos, lots of food, lots of duit raya exchanged [pity bubba did not receive any in advance!]

It was a full house yesterday, with siblings + spouses + offsprings. Main activity: makan makan makan. I is fat-ter.

Admittedly it was kind of (chaotic) fun with everyone around, but after a few hours - backache, tiredness kicked in, sleep deprived nights took a toll on me.

Oh I forgot, blood test results which I took before I left London came back - I am anemic. Hence the incessant complaints I had of constantly feeling tired. Must get some iron tablets from Dr G.

Have to say though, last night was the longest (and best thusfar) sleep I had from half eleven till half five; no disruptions in between at all. Normally I would sleep at 11 ish, wake up at 2/3 for a pee and not sleep until 5/6, only to be up again by 7 ish.

My life in numbers:

~ 1 day until IK arrives; need some TLC pronto.
~ 37 weeks tomorrow; 3 weeks to go. Yay-bump too heavy. Yikes-impending labour.
~ 13 days until peace and quiet resumes.

I hope everyone had a great raya.