I'm a mother. It's all about putting in the effort. Like, coming up with this entry at 2am with a sleepy baby in one arm, phone in one hand, and another hand alternating between typing on the keypad and clearing snoot from the nostrils.

Whilst being pregnant I asked oimira to slap me in the face if she finds me no longer concern about the way I look. Fast forward to 2.5 months post-delivery and I find myself looking forlornly at all the blah clothes in my closet at mom's. And frustratingly, the same happened when I finally went back to PIL's as so many stuff don't complement my jelly belly anymore.

Fixing a Broken Heart
And so I hopped on to WWW (hello, old friend) to seek inspiration on the latest do but now I'm having issues to grasp the idea of this major ear bling. Please give me some time to ponder over this.

Worry not, I'm good till you see me in carrot cut mom jeans.

Promise.

My Style Icon

Julia Patton of Camp Patton. 2.5 years of age with fashion sense and attitude that put Naomi Campbell to shame.

I'm Now an Embarassment to My Single Friends

Bahahhhaaahhhhaaaaaaa!!!!!!!

It's not always baby talk

Yea. Today's entry is about moi. My digestive system, to be exact. Gross? You bet it is. The strory goes like this:

I popped a baby.

Then I got obsessed with drinking (more than) enough water and eating oranges and taking jamu pills and downing hospital-grade laxative.

All in the name of avoiding constipation.

And all was happy and dandy until last week. Atending to a very demanding baby who cries A LOT, I was no longer observing this discipline and safe to say that I would go through the birth experience all over again instead of today's WC tragedy.

No wonder the Malays coined the term berak batu because hell it sure does happen to the most unfortunate beings -____-

(Oi cerita belum habis)

Then my aunt passed me a tub of prunes. And so I went at it like a peasant who hasn't had food for days. The verdict? It was like having a built-in heavy duty food processor that churns out massive errrr..."output".

Why does digestive system have to be so complex?

Gotta run. The royal throne's calling.

Guilt

When you have to ask your husband to put the baby to bed all by himself, at a time when she seems to only stop crying when you, and not anyone else, hold her.

All because you have a deadline to meet. Sigh.

Postgrad studies - do it before you procreate or postpone it till your retirement age.

:(

Motivasi fuhh fuhhhhh

Managed to squeeze my lumpy mid section into pre-prego skinnies. Terasa diriku seperti emak paling hot di donia.

Siap posing ada angle. Bahhh.

Whoever first concocted this potion was fudging genius

Minyak Yuyi Cap Limau. Dipercayai sejak turun temurun untuk melegakan kembung perut. Ask Odena. She'd say

H*ELL TO DA YEAH!!!

Penniless but hey, who's complaining when you've stopped your cursing habit after leaving your job

My point being, being a SAHM has helped me develop a new skill: PERSUASION.

I am in love with this rug and I shall convince the mister to buy it for the new house because a little Moroccan touch sure does not hurt. And he owes it to me for the lighting faux pas (long story).

On a side note, I'd be back at work on Monday had I not tendered my resignation. Two words: Mimpi ngeri.

:O

Love Changes Everything

After almost two months he's now totally immersed himself into fatherhood and it really warms my heart each time I see him cuddling the little one in his arms. Neither one of us is a perfect parent but I firmly believe that we try our best to complement each other in making sure that chubby Little Pea is happy and comforted at all times. It is very exciting to be blessed with having a child but it is by no means an easy feat.

Alas...I now understand why I seemed to have (temporarily) lost a few friends when they had babies.