I Want to Be as Skinny as a Pole…

Just kidding! I wouldn’t want to look like one. I am happy with having curves and am quite proud of my assets.

But I do need to tone up my post-partum body, especially since I’ve been taking in a lot of high carbo foods (one to cater to my breastfeeding, but mostly because they are the easiest when I’m stuck at home).

As much as I would love to go back to running, I know that this is not quite possible for a very long time, unless I am willing to wake up at 5am in the morning to go for a run. But obviously I am not going to do that as I’d rather sleep  in and catch up on precious sleep. Besides, I won’t have anymore energy halfway through the day if I do so.

These few days I’ve been looking at alternatives, such as getting those home workout videos, dance workouts, etc. But somehow I can’t seem to be very satisfied with my findings…

Remember how I once mentioned that I was keen to take up pole-dancing classes? Well, the thought is here once again to haunt me. I don’t even have enough time for myself, barely 5 hours a day, so obviously I can’t head down to those classes. But I have been thinking of learning it from the comfort of my own home by getting myself a portable pole. It comes with a spring mechanism thingy so you mount it without having to drill any holes. So you can distmantle it and keep it away when you get sick of it. So it doesn’t really get in the way. I am still thinking of this, and am considering things like whether I will be motivated enough to stick through the plan, whether I will learn the techniques right (again by video tutorials), etc. Plus, it kind of has to disappear very often when the daughter starts crawling, and then running around.

But this thought is exciting me, especially since I’ve always wanted to learn. On top of those considerations, I also need to decide if the money I’m going to spend is worth it. I am so not going to buy a threadmill so don’t even suggest it!

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Sissie has been gone for around a month now, and is planning to come back earlier than expected. Can’t wait to see Diana’s reaction to my daughter!

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3rd Week of Motherhood

Things have been alright so far, with the usual guessing games that hubby & I have to play with our baby to make out what she wants. However, we are getting the hang of it, until some new behavior appears again. Meanwhile, I’ve gone back to school (I’ve been missing a lot) and am getting started on my assignments.

I got my confirmed results for the past 2 terms. Our grades are first given to us based solely on the internal examinations board. When the UK folks fly over (twice a year I think), they will look at our grades and work again, moderate and give us our final confirmed grade. The first term (if you recall was when I had my wedding) wasn’t so good, but I passed with grades B and C. The following term was better and I managed to get a A and B! Yay. But I am still feeling quite bitter when someone commented that my A grade was because my lecturer likes me.

I’ve been rushing assignments since the first term and I think this term is going to be even harder trying to meet datelines and prepare for my exams (which are in a month!). Will probably apply for an extension for my assignments submission.

Super mummy in the making.

It’s milk time.

I may seem lousy, weak, helpless and whatever negative labels you want to attach to me…

But it doesn’t mean I am not trying hard.

My Hubby is a Hero!

I think I did a lot of work at home today, although I know I’m supposed to be relaxing and waiting patiently for the baby to come out. She has also been full of energy today, still squirming, stretching and wriggling around in the very limited space she has left. I seriously wonder how come she has so much space that she is still moving around like she did when she was 7 months. Anyway I am not rushing her to pop out within the next few days. I still don’t think we are very much prepared yet (how can we ever be anyway?), but I’ve most of her things sorted out already.

So this morning I woke up late because I felt really tired. I’ve been sleeping quite well ever since we moved in, except for the usual toilet trips during the night. I initially expected myself to take some time to settle down in my new environment, but I think the fact that we have *finally* moved in has really put my mind at ease.

The house still needs to be mopped at least one more time, and this is definitely not my OCD-ness talking. The living room floor still feels very dusty, but the kitchen floor feels so much more better. I used the washing machine for the first time today! Nothing wrong with it so it’s good, but I am not exactly the sort who likes to do laundry. I’d rather do the dishes.

Sissie came by today to help me write Laura’s Chinese name that will be stuck on her birth certificate. She is probably the only person I know who has really nice handwriting. Obviously I can’t be there to register my daughter’s birth, and my handwriting isn’t very pretty. Neither should I depend on the hubby to do it since he probably doesn’t even know how to write her Chinese name properly. So all he has to do is to hand them the sticker with her Chinese name written on it to paste on her birth certificate.

While I was opening a box in an attempt to unpack my books onto the shelf, I found a cockroach that quickly darted the light and went deep into the books. I jumped (literally) and screamed for my hubby to come and do something about it. The husband has a fear of cockroaches, but I didn’t want to do anything about it either, and quite obviously Sissie wasn’t going to do anything to save us too. So the BRAVE hubby went to the kitchen to grab Baygon (which I smartly remembered to buy from Giant) and armed himself with a rolled-up newspaper. We were kind of screaming at him to spray the Baygon at it. Then the cockroach kinda leapt out of the box, which made ALL THREE OF US jump. I think Mr Cockroach was already dizzy as he was running towards hubby, who was trying to keep his distance from that tiny chap. Then a final spray of the Baygon (again all Sissie and I could do were to scream at him to spray it at the cockroach) and the cockroach turned turtle. The brave hubby picked up the cockroach by its feeler with his fingers and that was the end of it. But there were traces of Baygon on our (new) flooring!!! Oh well.

RIP Mr. Cockroach.

You did not die in vain.

Today you made my husband a hero.