Mrs Duck and Mr Sheep
i am pregnant again. another bundle of joy is expected to arrive in april 2010.
excited?
over-the-moon?
worried?
anxious?
all of the above.
who said it was easier the second time round? well, i’ve been told the actual delivery will be way easier and faster, but that’s about it. i had morning sickness, afternoon sickness and night sickness this time round, and up till today, in my 19th week, i still do my occasional merlion impersonation. i had friends thinking i was expecting even before i was and recently my dear beloved mother herself has been offering me clothes – those that has gotten too big for her.
*gasp*
yes, go ahead. gasp away. i haven’t really lost the weight i happily put on for hamza, but thanks to all my merlion impersonations and heartburns which started too early at 12 weeks, i have not gained a single kilo. not possible, you say, but pelik tapi benar, it’s true, whatever weight i’m gaining for the baby and the waterbag is being off-set(ed) by losing fat somewhere else. the scales don’t lie, honey.
hamza treated me like a leper in the first few weeks. when alone with me, he would go from room to room searching for his dad, shouting “abi? abi?” in that sing-song tone that i’m actually guilty of. only recently he started getting clingy with me, poking my tummy saying “baby!”
but that’s probably thanks to aby’s new working arrangements. he’s up at 5am, leaves home by 6am and reports in by 7am. after a few weeks, i observed that it has a physical effect on him as he is barely conscious after isya’. but it’s a good job with good pay and good benefits so i’m not complaining. : )
work is …well, work. my boss left for greener pastures, and there is such as huge sense of relief. i no longer dread going to work as much, i don’t think of work all the time, i don’t have nightmares the night before ghrm meetings. but after two years of being subjected to her training, it was inevitable that i (yes, about to have a masuk-bakul-angkat-sendiri moment here) have learnt the best from her and performed better at my work. everyone knows this, and they all have a certain expectation for “jacq’s girls”. i just have to constantly remind myself not to over-do the high standards and especially not impose them on others. on days that work does get to me, i go home and pour my heart out to the grumpy 18-month-old boy at home, who will listen attentively to my ranting, nod at the appropriate moments, and share nuggets of wisdom on life with me over his farmyard animals. if it’s a really bad day and only if i say "please", he might even let me kiss mrs duck and mr sheep for comfort.
*sigh*…the joys of being a toddler.
tell me again...why am i not an SAHM?
i bet i could make millions writing about the adventures of Mrs Sheep and Mr Duck.
