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.