And the muffin top hath spoketh

Being a (first-time) mom means flooding the web with pictures of your baby. Sorry singletons, I really don't care if I annoy you lot. Once you get to this side of the hill, you're just gonna curse yourselves for having been so bitter.

Listen. I know how you feel. Been there done that, and trust me, your future is better off without being so bitchy now. Ooh...what did I just hear? "BITE ME", you said? I'm not gonna be agony aunty and nag because it's just not worth the effort. Just two questions: "How would you feel if your own mothers aren't happy with or proud of you?  How much hurt would it inflict you if they never showed that you mean the world to them?"

I figured.

So now just back off and let us bask in our happiness.

High heels will change your mind, woman.

I saw a little baby bump today. Someone else's, of course.

And in my heart I went "sigh....".

It's crazy, missing being pregnant when I  have a strong-willed (read: fussy/demanding/"hold me hold me hold me!!!") 3-month old. But the yearning is so intense that I think I'm aiming for number two immediately.

Hahah. *lap peluh*

Dont wake me up before you go-go

My Little Drama Queen

You're happiest during the first half an hour upon waking up

and when I bathe you

Then you cry incessantly all day long

Refusing to be put down or left alone in your crib

You poop only once a day, 

always at the same time like clock work you are

Perhaps because you also feed like so

Two-and-a-haf hours 

and the crying machine gets revved up

You drive me nuts and make me put off my schoolwork to the very last minute

But

I can't stop kissing and cuddling and loving you

Because you're my little angel

My Little Pea

...and truth be told, I am so effing sleepy cos I haven't slept all night finishing up that bloody Research Methods presentation. You were very fussy and crying a lot tonight...cos I wasn't in bed with you?

Ok mommy's bedtime now.

I love you so much.

Sometimes it feels like a heartbreak, because so many others who still have theirs can't even be bothered to call and say hello

I'm always happy here. Don't need a popular footballer to justify my love for this place.

I miss Dusun Muda. I miss sleeping to the harmony of frogs croaking and being startled by the roosters crowing way too early in the morning. I miss waking up to get breakfast from the sundry shop. I miss being paranoid about the neighbour's geese. I miss the creaking sound of the wooden floor. I miss entering a house from the back/kitchen door instead of the front. I miss playing in the rain. I miss air hujan cucur atap. I miss the hammock under the house, and how the ground was always damp and cool down there. I miss being excited over that piece of plank in the master bedroom because it could be removed and I really thought it's a secret emergency exit if orang jahat broke in. I miss the pink guava and buah katak puru trees in our compound.

I miss a lot of things that I can never experience anymore, let alone to have a go at them again with my child(ren). And on top of it all...

...I really miss my grandmother now.

:'(

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.