...in 6 months anyway :) Hurray! Hurray! :) Fingers crossed, prayers needed.
We're very excited and nervous.
Praying hard tht everything goes well.
Have spent the last 2 months literally sleeping and feeling nauseous.
Weighed in today at the docs. Surprise, surprise! Who knew being pregnant made u lose weight? 2kg to be exact.
Probably because I feel like throwing up all day long and not just in the morning. Especially during car rides.
Cooking has also been difficult bcos the smell of raw food (even some veggies like carrots) makes me want to puke.
So quite often in the last 2 months, if I didn't order take-out, or we didn't eat out, I just didn't eat.
Almost everyday I found myself wishing that someone was around just to make me fish porridge so I could just get up, eat and go back to sleep.
The doc gave me anti-nausea SUPPOSITORIES (of all things!!). Why not oral medication I DON'T KNOW.
They probably learnt it from the French who love sticking medicine up their butts...Even from a very tender age.
(Poor Carla, it has happened to her since she was 5 months old....haiz traumatised I say, traumatised.)
So, not wanting to take THAT route, I just haven't taken any anti-nausea medicine.
The ONLY thing that seems to help is Ting Ting Jahe Indonesian Ginger Candy, which I whip out when I want to puke.
With only about 5 sweets left, I'm panicking! And no one seems to be able to find ANY! Wee Keong has sent his legions scouring Singapore for it but no luck. Who wants to hop on a ferry to Batam for me? :) Anyone going to Indonesia real soon?? I'd be so grateful!
SEND ME TING TING JAHE! (Strangely enough, the last time I found it was in Tang Freres in Paris!)
Anyway, all that aside, 12 weeks is supposed to be a milestone where all the tiredness and nausea is SUPPOSED to wear off.
Fingers crossed again!
JF is over the moon of course and I'm excited too. But more than anything else, I guess I'm just anxious. About everything. Baby's growth, baby's health, the birth, where to give birth, how to give birth. It's crazy!
It's a life altering event in so many ways, and frankly I don't know if I can cope. Some people make it seem so easy.
But very honestly, can U imagine someone needing U 24 hours a day? 7 days a week? Non-stop?
Even a dog doesn't need that kind of attention.
All my friends who are moms say the anxiety will fade the moment U see ur baby. U just want to be with him or her all day.
Let's hope so!
Today I felt so happy and excited to see Baby Chassin do para para dance in my tummy during the ultrasound. So active! Saw cute big head, nose, fingers and toes and even brains. Yup brains! Amazing :)
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
My husband the make-up artist!
How do U know when your husband really REALLY loves u?
When he fixes on your false eyelashes for U and does it DAMN WELL!!! ;p hee hee hee.
My dear hubby is so talented.
He can cook, make pancakes, do electrical wiring, pin my kerosang onto my kebaya, build a wooden deck for the garden from scratch, bathe Cookie (no easy task with all tht wriggling!!) and now, to add to his already stunning repetoire of skills, he can put false eyelashes on for me!!
Last Sat was the IWI Spring Ball which I organised. It was a charity ball and our theme was Orient Express/1920s.
Have been working on this for the last 6 months, so very happy tht we raised about US$30,000 for charity.
With my now very GOON haircut (aka Dora the Explorer) I thought I needed something extra in the make-up department to detract from my clownish fringe.
Rummaged around and found a pair of false eyelashes tht I bought from BKK, dunno how long ago. AND a bottle of glue!
I was in luck. BUT I have never put these on myself before (usually a make-up artist does it for me). So I rope in JF to do the deed.
With so much experience sealing the bathtub and windows with silicone, my dear husband paints on the eyelash glue with such precision and then gently taps the lashes in place.
VOILA! My super long getai singer lashes are in place and stay put all evening.
THANKS MUNKYNOU!!!!!!! U are zeeee best teeeny chocolit munky in the world! I love U!!
When he fixes on your false eyelashes for U and does it DAMN WELL!!! ;p hee hee hee.
My dear hubby is so talented.
He can cook, make pancakes, do electrical wiring, pin my kerosang onto my kebaya, build a wooden deck for the garden from scratch, bathe Cookie (no easy task with all tht wriggling!!) and now, to add to his already stunning repetoire of skills, he can put false eyelashes on for me!!
Last Sat was the IWI Spring Ball which I organised. It was a charity ball and our theme was Orient Express/1920s.
Have been working on this for the last 6 months, so very happy tht we raised about US$30,000 for charity.
With my now very GOON haircut (aka Dora the Explorer) I thought I needed something extra in the make-up department to detract from my clownish fringe.
Rummaged around and found a pair of false eyelashes tht I bought from BKK, dunno how long ago. AND a bottle of glue!
I was in luck. BUT I have never put these on myself before (usually a make-up artist does it for me). So I rope in JF to do the deed.
With so much experience sealing the bathtub and windows with silicone, my dear husband paints on the eyelash glue with such precision and then gently taps the lashes in place.
VOILA! My super long getai singer lashes are in place and stay put all evening.
THANKS MUNKYNOU!!!!!!! U are zeeee best teeeny chocolit munky in the world! I love U!!
Friday, March 21, 2008
MEET COOKIE!
JF and I have just adopted a dog :)
We have named him Cookie! (JF’s choice but I like the name too :)
I initially wanted to name him Scooter but since this is JF’s first dog ever in his whole life, I think he should name it.
Well, Cookie does look like an Oreo.....black with a creamy white stripe down his chest :)
He looks like Blossom (my Black Lab) but is the size of Beauty (a bit taller).
He also has a strange curly bushy tail.
We don't know how old he is, but the vet at the shelter thinks he's about a year old.
Have been considering this adoption for 3 weeks now....I first saw him when I was volunteering at the dog shelter.
He was found on a highway with a black n white dog who was very affectionate with him. The rescue workers think that they were living together as house pets but their owner dumped them on the highway. Unforunately a lot of people here do that, get dogs as puppies then when they grow up, they just abandon them.
Anyway, he is a very very sweet natured dog but extremely timid. (I think the bad experience of being abandoned made him like tht)
We hope he loves being our dog :) So far it's been 3 days and he's a sleepy little fella......sleeping all day long, and he likes to carry our house slippers to his blanket and sleep with them. (So cute, he doesn't chew them but just sleep on them)
We have named him Cookie! (JF’s choice but I like the name too :)
I initially wanted to name him Scooter but since this is JF’s first dog ever in his whole life, I think he should name it.
Well, Cookie does look like an Oreo.....black with a creamy white stripe down his chest :)
He looks like Blossom (my Black Lab) but is the size of Beauty (a bit taller).
He also has a strange curly bushy tail.
We don't know how old he is, but the vet at the shelter thinks he's about a year old.
Have been considering this adoption for 3 weeks now....I first saw him when I was volunteering at the dog shelter.
He was found on a highway with a black n white dog who was very affectionate with him. The rescue workers think that they were living together as house pets but their owner dumped them on the highway. Unforunately a lot of people here do that, get dogs as puppies then when they grow up, they just abandon them.
Anyway, he is a very very sweet natured dog but extremely timid. (I think the bad experience of being abandoned made him like tht)
We hope he loves being our dog :) So far it's been 3 days and he's a sleepy little fella......sleeping all day long, and he likes to carry our house slippers to his blanket and sleep with them. (So cute, he doesn't chew them but just sleep on them)
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
The way I see it...
I'm crazy happy with my new camera!!
My very first "BIG" camera so to speak. A SLR.
After all these years of watching my little brother Mark shoot with his monster camera with lenses that cost more than my engagement ring, I finally decided to explore my love of photography with a SLR.
A Canon EOS 400D XTi. It was JF's Valentine's Day present to me. (Incidentally, we celebrated Valentine's Day by eating Thai street food next to a longkang in Krabi and it was GREAT!)
I've waited so long bcos I wasn't sure if I wanted to carry about a heavy camera and bother with constantly changing big lenses. But in the end I decided to jump in and give it a go.
Now back in the Bull, I've joined a Photo Club and went on a trek to try out my new toy. Here are the results! I'm mighty pleased :)
My very first "BIG" camera so to speak. A SLR.
After all these years of watching my little brother Mark shoot with his monster camera with lenses that cost more than my engagement ring, I finally decided to explore my love of photography with a SLR.
A Canon EOS 400D XTi. It was JF's Valentine's Day present to me. (Incidentally, we celebrated Valentine's Day by eating Thai street food next to a longkang in Krabi and it was GREAT!)
I've waited so long bcos I wasn't sure if I wanted to carry about a heavy camera and bother with constantly changing big lenses. But in the end I decided to jump in and give it a go.
Now back in the Bull, I've joined a Photo Club and went on a trek to try out my new toy. Here are the results! I'm mighty pleased :)
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Suaku Goes Skiing - Part Deux
Anyone who has known me long enough knows that I was born without a sense of balance.
I fall over just by walking around in my house. No kidding.
Usually twisting or scraping some essential body part or another in the process. And unfortunately, it happens more often than I'd like it to.
My mum says it's all thanks to my genes...specifically, my paternal grandmother, Mama Mary, whom it seems, was a major klutz too, always accidentally injuring herself. Like me.
When I was a toddler, my pediatrician said it was because my head was too big for my body...hence I toppled over pretty often.
So armed with my outrageous lack of balance, I hit the (baby) slopes strapped into dodgy rental skis as tall as me. (Why the hell do skis need to be SO LONG!?!?)
Here's what happens when a suaku goes skiing:
30 seconds in, she falls.
She tries to get up, but discovers she can't!!!! "Arggh those 4-year olds are whizzing by! Why can't I stand up?"
So she uses her poles to try to stand up, but instead, unintentionally does an Elvis-on-stage-finale impression. "Thank you, thank you very much."
10 minutes later, she's still on the cold, wet ground. "Sod it. I'll just sit here and try to look cool in my stupid beanie and nice Chanel lunettes. Keep smiling, keep smiling, no one will notice."
20 minutes later she starts to worry. "What if there's a blizzard? Oh no! I'm wearing white! I'll blend into the snow! No one will find me!!" So in a mighty panic, she miraculously gets off the ground.
And off she goes! Whoohoo! (Nevermind that she lost her silly beanie)
Steady....steady....
......and WHOOOOMPH! "Sigh I think I'll just sit here and eat some snow."
In the meantime, while the snow suaku is languishing on the baby slope, her husband, who HAS NOT SKIIED IN 20 YEARS (!!!) is expertly whoosing down the green, blue, red AND Black Diamond slopes with his mates!!!! How is that even possible?! Is it because he's European? (They all seem to ski like pros!) Has longer legs? Has less hair? It must be like learning to ride a bike....you never forget.
Or maybe a wee dram of the ole Scotch gave him Dutch courage to hurtle down the side of a very steep mountain. "Regarde, c'est pas difficile non? Allez, sante mon ami!"
Of course, boys will be boys.
Vincent: What did U say?! My banana yellow ski boots are girly?
JF: Oww! Oww! Oww!
In between slope-conquering, Les Experts stop for a photo op. "Look at us...we're cool!"
At the end of a very cold day, they head back to rescue the snow suaku (whose derriere was by then frostbitten, but alas, not any smaller) and they piled into a cosy log cabin, knocked back hot chocolate and borek and enjoyed the spectacular view of Kartalkaya. Ahhhhhh.....
The End.
I fall over just by walking around in my house. No kidding.
Usually twisting or scraping some essential body part or another in the process. And unfortunately, it happens more often than I'd like it to.
My mum says it's all thanks to my genes...specifically, my paternal grandmother, Mama Mary, whom it seems, was a major klutz too, always accidentally injuring herself. Like me.
When I was a toddler, my pediatrician said it was because my head was too big for my body...hence I toppled over pretty often.
So armed with my outrageous lack of balance, I hit the (baby) slopes strapped into dodgy rental skis as tall as me. (Why the hell do skis need to be SO LONG!?!?)
Here's what happens when a suaku goes skiing:
30 seconds in, she falls.
She tries to get up, but discovers she can't!!!! "Arggh those 4-year olds are whizzing by! Why can't I stand up?"
So she uses her poles to try to stand up, but instead, unintentionally does an Elvis-on-stage-finale impression. "Thank you, thank you very much."
10 minutes later, she's still on the cold, wet ground. "Sod it. I'll just sit here and try to look cool in my stupid beanie and nice Chanel lunettes. Keep smiling, keep smiling, no one will notice."
20 minutes later she starts to worry. "What if there's a blizzard? Oh no! I'm wearing white! I'll blend into the snow! No one will find me!!" So in a mighty panic, she miraculously gets off the ground.
And off she goes! Whoohoo! (Nevermind that she lost her silly beanie)
Steady....steady....
......and WHOOOOMPH! "Sigh I think I'll just sit here and eat some snow."
In the meantime, while the snow suaku is languishing on the baby slope, her husband, who HAS NOT SKIIED IN 20 YEARS (!!!) is expertly whoosing down the green, blue, red AND Black Diamond slopes with his mates!!!! How is that even possible?! Is it because he's European? (They all seem to ski like pros!) Has longer legs? Has less hair? It must be like learning to ride a bike....you never forget.
Or maybe a wee dram of the ole Scotch gave him Dutch courage to hurtle down the side of a very steep mountain. "Regarde, c'est pas difficile non? Allez, sante mon ami!"
Of course, boys will be boys.
Vincent: What did U say?! My banana yellow ski boots are girly?
JF: Oww! Oww! Oww!
In between slope-conquering, Les Experts stop for a photo op. "Look at us...we're cool!"
At the end of a very cold day, they head back to rescue the snow suaku (whose derriere was by then frostbitten, but alas, not any smaller) and they piled into a cosy log cabin, knocked back hot chocolate and borek and enjoyed the spectacular view of Kartalkaya. Ahhhhhh.....
The End.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Suaku Goes Skiing - Part 1
What do you do when it starts to get REALLY cold and snows a lot?
Go skiing of course!
Nevermind that you have to sit in a car and drive until your ka chng sng to reach the mountain. (There's the nice rustic snowscape to ogle at after all)
Nevermind that the weather is -14 degrees celcius (yes, MINUS fourteen!).
Most of all, nevermind that you hail from a small, tropical, sunny (read: HOT) island on the equator (where a very COLD day is 21 degrees celcius) and have never actually SKIIED in your entire life.
In the gung-ho spirit of the new year - die die must try!
With hot spiced wine packed in thermos flask; with enough food to feed 20 people packed in car; with puffer jacket that's more Michelin man than snow bunny, the snow suaku decides to go skiing!!
Go skiing of course!
Nevermind that you have to sit in a car and drive until your ka chng sng to reach the mountain. (There's the nice rustic snowscape to ogle at after all)
Nevermind that the weather is -14 degrees celcius (yes, MINUS fourteen!).
Most of all, nevermind that you hail from a small, tropical, sunny (read: HOT) island on the equator (where a very COLD day is 21 degrees celcius) and have never actually SKIIED in your entire life.
In the gung-ho spirit of the new year - die die must try!
With hot spiced wine packed in thermos flask; with enough food to feed 20 people packed in car; with puffer jacket that's more Michelin man than snow bunny, the snow suaku decides to go skiing!!
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
NEW SNOW, NEW YEAR
Well well whaddya know. It's 2008.
HAPPY NEW YEAR everyone, and no this blog aint dead, just dormant. Needed to take a blogiday....a long one.
Last week, for the first time ever in my life, I watched snow fall.
It was so thrilling to me I just sat and bed, looked out my window and watched, just watched. For at least half and hour.
It was beautiful, silent.
Have always seen snow already there on the ground, but never actually seen it snow.
What amazed me more was that snowflakes are actually PATTERNED. Yup. Beautiful tiny icy stars, every one different.
I always thought pictorial depictions of snowflakes were imagined by artists.
Until I lifted one with my black-gloved fingertip.
They really do look like inctricate lace stars made of ice.
It's a good omen I feel, this first snow.
What do I hope for 2008? I'm still thinking about it :)
Happy Birthday lil brother! :)
HAPPY NEW YEAR everyone, and no this blog aint dead, just dormant. Needed to take a blogiday....a long one.
Last week, for the first time ever in my life, I watched snow fall.
It was so thrilling to me I just sat and bed, looked out my window and watched, just watched. For at least half and hour.
It was beautiful, silent.
Have always seen snow already there on the ground, but never actually seen it snow.
What amazed me more was that snowflakes are actually PATTERNED. Yup. Beautiful tiny icy stars, every one different.
I always thought pictorial depictions of snowflakes were imagined by artists.
Until I lifted one with my black-gloved fingertip.
They really do look like inctricate lace stars made of ice.
It's a good omen I feel, this first snow.
What do I hope for 2008? I'm still thinking about it :)
Happy Birthday lil brother! :)
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