I'm so doomed

I knew I was doomed the day I got pregnant.

Not because I wasn't ready for a child although at that time, I really wasn't ready. I mean, honeymoon was suppose to be in May, and then after that only try for a child but then I found out I was with child in January and it was all because I miscalculated and....anyways, that's old story now.

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Not doomed because my body was gonna bloat up. Well, I wasn't looking forward to having wider hips because my hips then was already wide and all but then again, all women will have to bloat up when pregnant and anyways, I got my body back to the way it was and in fact I'm lighter than before I got pregnant and I lost so much weight that even my double-eyelid-less eye has miraculously formed a double-eyelid whoopeee! which just goes to show how much oil and fat I lost just from my face alone and YES, I AM GLOATING....teeeheehee!

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I knew I was doomed because....

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You know how everyone has a fear of something? And as you all know if you've been following this blog, my biggest fear is for the four-legged, translucent brown, clammy cold thing you people call a lizard which I don't think it even deserves to have a name but anyways, yes, this lizard thing and I have been on-going enemies for the longest time and no matter how much I try to tell myself that there's nothing much to fear about them, I will continue to be afraid of the disgusting things for the rest of my life and there's nothing much anyone can do about it (this sentence is too long I don't know how to end it).

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My other fear is cooking.

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I know right.

Cooking.

Like duh, cooking?

Cooking. Lizard. Cooking. Lizard. Cooking.

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Okay, fine, to be fair to the lizards, I don't actually fear fear cooking. I more like fear the whole process of cooking. Preparing the ingredients. Putting them into the wok. Having oil spit out from the firery pit onto my hands and singe-ing me. And then having the food taste pathetic after the whole process. That fear.

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So because of this fear, I never attempted to cook. Well, once in a while I do but nothing interestingly enough to cause a fire in the kitchen and most of the time when I DO have to cook (like making maggi mee or boiling rice), I use the good ol' microwave.

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Oh yes, I absolutely LURVE the microwave! Without it, I would never be able to fry eggs, or boil rice, or make instant noodles and etc!

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So, you would think, don't like to cook, scared to cook then don't cook lah, right?

I thought so too.

Until I got pregnant. But then, I pushed it away and told myself to cross the bridge only when I get to it.

And then, 2 weeks ago, when I brought Renee for her check-up, her pediac tells me, the next time you come, I will talk to you about bubur for Renee and being the moron that I am, I ask back, what's bubur?

You should have seen the look on FattyHubby's face. It wasn't nice.

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Porridge???!!!

OH.MY.GAWD!!!!

I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO MAKE PORRIDGE!!!!!

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Why can't Renee just drink breastmilk and live on rice cereals forever?

It's just as good as eating bubur right?

They even sell rice cereals with bananas / pears / apples / or whatever you want they have so why would I need to do any cooking?

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Who says boiling porridge does not constitute as cooking? I wil shoot anyone who tells me that okay. I swear I will!

I have to wash the rice right?

I have to put it in a pot, put in the right amount of water and set it to boil right?

It has fire involved right?

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Confirm die!

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BestieKat called me few days ago and I decided to unburden my woes onto her and what does she do? She LAUGHS at me! Hmph!

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And then, she offered to demonstrate it for me one day when I go over to her place. But WHY CAN'T I USE THE MICROWAVE???? I wailed.

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Because it won't be as tasty as doing it the right way. Besides, using microwave is not healthy.

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Tasty? Babies can't taste. If they could, they wouldn't have invented all sorts of different flavored rice cereals right?

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But the one point that hit me was 'not healthy'.

And because of that, I'm doomed.

Doomed to boil porridge for Renee from now onwards.

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Oh, the sacrifices a mother makes for her child!