Freaking Out

Something happened last night that got me thinking.

Real hard.

And it sucks.

Cos when I start thinking about things like that, I get extremely paranoid.

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I'm not what you would call the most fortunate person on earth.

Anything bad that happens to someone, there's a high percentage that it will happen to me as well.

I'm not cursing myself.

I'm just saying that I'm always careful and never take things for granted.

And I'm prone to mishaps befalling me.

And I never know if it will happen to me.

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But things that get me thinking, gets me extra worried.

And when I'm worried, I start freaking out.

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What happened?

I know this person.

And her baby's due date is this week.

She lost her baby last week.

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So tell me.

How can I NOT freak out?

What else can happen?

Monday

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I drove to work today because FattyHubby had an appointment after work and couldn't send me home first. But it's okay, I can still drive. After all, my tummy still hasn't touched the steering yet and my car is ONLY a manual....not that hard to drive.

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So, I nicely steered into the office basement and found the perfect spot near the elevators and did my best to reverse in without the guide from my reverse sensors. Did I not mention that my dumb dog bit off the wires from my reverse sensors and left two gapping holes where the sensors used to be, with 2 wires hanging gaily at the back of my car? No? Well, that's what she did and now, I'm driving around with two gapping holes and wires sticking out from the butt of my otherwise, beautiful, sleek black car.

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Am still waiting for FattyHubby to get it done for me....

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Anyways, so I successfully parked and got out of the car, with a bit of trouble as the car next to me was parked a little out of his line. But I managed to get out.

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And then I saw how near my car and the other car was. Mind you, mine was parked right in the centre of the box. His was a little over to my side. And there was only about 2 inches space between our side mirrors.

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But instead of doing the smart thing by getting back into my car and parking it somewhere else, I decided that I could get pass the 2 inches space by SUCKING IT IN.

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Grabbing my bag tighter, I ambitiously walked between the mirrors...

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AND GOT STUCK!!!!!

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I totally forgot that not only were the mirrors the same height as my stomach, I also conveniently forgot that I was 7 months pregnants and no matter how much I tried sucking it in, there wasn't much that got sucked in.

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So there I was, stuck.

Couldn't move left, couldn't move right.

I huffed and puffed and tried to suck in as much as I could. But I was still stuck.

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Stupid femme. Stupid femme. Stupid femme.

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A woman walked pass and looked at me and I flashed her the biggest smile I could. Don't worry about me, I'm just stuck but I'm loving it.

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She disappeared into the building and I stopped grinning like an idiot. An idiot that was stuck between 2 side mirrors of 2 different cars.

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I tried folding back my side mirror but it wouldn't budge.

In the end, I bent my knees and squatted down slightly so that both mirrors went up pass my belly and to my chest and I managed to squat walk sideways out.

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I should have thought of that earlier.

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Tuesday

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Getting stuck between 2 side mirrors and hurting my tummy a little was not enough drama for me, you know.

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Today, I decided to totter into the office wearing heels.

Why?

Because I'm not driving mah. FattyHubby driving me mah. So I can wear heels lorr.

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And then, halfway through the day, I decided that I want to go to Digital Mall after work to get my speakers and totally forgot about the fact that I was on heels and shouldn't be walking around too much.

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So after work, we went to Digital Mall and of course, FattyHubby insisted on dropping me off at the entrance first while he went to look for parking.

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But hero here decided to follow her hubby and didn't want to go into the mall alone first. After going around like 5 times, we finally found parking in front of Pizza Hut.

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And I tottered clumsily over the unbalanced tar road.

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The whole time, FattyHubby kept asking me if my feet were ok and I kept insisting they were even though they were hurting like hell. Just to avoid getting nagged at for wearing heels.

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By the time we got home, my feet were hurting so bad, I could only limp into the room, fall into bed and massage my feet.

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So much for wearing heels because I wasn't driving.

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Later after dinner, when my feet were feeling much better (that's cos FattyHubby found out the truth cos he barged into the room while I was massaging my feet and even though I hid my feet under the blankets like superquick, he caught me, and gave me an hour long nag but also an hour long feet massage), I excitedly skipped up the stairs and dragged my new speakers into the room to test them.

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I got everything in place, plugged the red wire into the red socket, the white wire into the white sockets and then took the sound jack and plugged it into my MP3 player.

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No sound.

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Eh, cannot be mah.

I checked everything, made sure I had everything plugged in and that the switch was on, and all looked fine to me. So I tried again.

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Still no sound.

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I pulled out the sound jack and checked it against my earphones jack. Both same size, same length, so shouldn't be a problem kan.

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But why still no sound?

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So I tried it on my laptop and the sound came out perfectly well.

So why does it not work with my MP3?

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I called for FattyHubby to help me.

He took one look at my MP3 and gave me THE look.

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Did you turn on the volume on your MP3?

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I looked at the MP3. The volume level was off.

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DAMN!

My 28th Birthday - whoopeee....

My birthday just came and went *snaps finger* just like that. And now, it's over and I'm officially 2 years away from hitting the big THREE ZERO.

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Life.Is.So.Damn.Unfair.

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I mean, let's rewind back to two years ago.

My birthday was a whirlwind of partying, boozing and puking into big pots - where I ended up being carried back by 3 men - FattyHubby, Patrick and my dad >_<

Yes, MY dad...

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More than 30 friends and family members celebrated the event with me and we had a blast of a time! What with freeflow of whisky and DJ spinning retro music and all.

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Then, one year back.

My group of closest friends threw me a surprise birthday party and we had a good dinner, a great time catching up and also, non-stop booze.

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Then this year.

It was so bleak I thought it was a funeral instead of a birthday.

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Yes, so I'm married.

And yes, so I'm about 7 months pregnant.

But that doesn't mean I still can't have fun right.

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WRONG!

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I can't!

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Not because my husband is boring....trust me, he definitely isn't.

Not because my friends are not happening anymore....they still are.

BUT it's because I get tired soooo easily!

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Which really sucks, you know.

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FattyHubby took the day off last Friday to spend my birthday with me since I was on leave as well. He had the whole day planned out for us.

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Lunch, followed by a whole afternoon of shopping, and then ending the day by bringing me up to Genting for my favourite Durian Tempura.

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Oh, we started off the day according to plan....
We went to Bonton for a nice, cozy lunch.....had the most delicious pie-tee in the world, a huge bowl of Sarawak Laksa, yummy pulut 'tong-sui' for dessert and a slice of absolutely lip-smacking blueberry cheesecake compliments from the chef.

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And then when the husband wanted to bring me shopping, instead of jumping at the opportunity (after all, how often does a husband offer to take a wife shopping), I decided to get tired and sleepy and insisted on going home so that I can nap. DUH!

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And napped I did!

From 3pm all the way to 8pm...so dinner in Genting for my favourite Durian Tempura was out the window as well.

And it wasn't because FattyHubby didn't try waking me up, he did. I just refused to.

So, we ended up in Pyramid at 9.15pm for a quick Korean dinner.

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See......

All because I was tired!!!

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And I get tired ALL THE TIME!!!

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After work, I'm sleeping till 9pm before I wake up for dinner.

And then, I'm alseep again.

On weekends, I'm awake at 12pm...and then by 3pm, I have to sleep again.

And tiredness just hits me when I least expect it.

It just comes, slaps me in the head, and my eyes are closing....be it whether I'm driving, or sitting on the toilet bowl, or eating....whatever.

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SO, that was how I spent my birthday.

SLEEPING!

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Happy Birthday to me!

Vanilla spice

I happily trotted out of the house this morning with a huge bottle of yogurt in one hand and a 1.5l bottle of vanilla coke in the other.

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FattyHubby: You going camping issit?

Me: Aren't you glad that your wife knows how to look after herself *i was in a happy mood*

FH: What look after yourself?

Me: I'm taking in my proper nutrients lah. See...(happily points to yogurt)...taking my yogurt drink and see....(happily points to vanilla coke)....vanilla coke which contains vanilla which is a form of milk which is MORE calcium!

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I happily smirked at him feeling absolutely proud of myself.

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FattyHubby turns to me with an unexplainable look on his face...

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"Am I talking to a moron or what? Vanilla is NOT milk lah!"

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And he was right.

I googled it the minute I got into office.

Vanilla is a SPICE.

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I was a stupid kid.

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>_<'

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On another note.....

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I felt my baby's kick for the FIRST TIME EVER TODAY!!!

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It's not like 'fluttering of butterflies' as is written in all pregnancy books.

It's more like soft kicks *thud*thud*thud*

And it's been going on since 3.30pm today and I can still feel her thud-ding away right now.

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Thank goodness she's no kickboxer - yet.

new gadgets, pink and shakin' asses

So, I decided to spend my hard earned money on a 40GB mp3 player.

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My excuse - so that my baby can listen to soothing music while she's sleeping in my tummy.
Although of course, as proven on Discovery Science, babies nestling inside the mother's womb cannot hear anything outside the womb except for a slight echo of the mother's voice.

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Well, then I can still listen to the songs and sing to her =)
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Reality - I've always wanted to get an mp3 player for no reason at all. Just wanted one.

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FattyHubby gave me an earful when I showed my new toy to him. Not because he's stingy with MY money but because I promised him a week before that I won't buy anything expensive for myself anymore.

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>_<

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But hey, I bought you a BIG bottle of perfume! So forgiven lah...

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Kit, I think you better call him personally and tell him not to bully me lah. I showed him your message and he just laughed...hmph!

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Everyone's been asking me if I look really fat now. I don't think so. I mean, I can still wear my own tops, just had to switch my button-up pants for drawstring ones now.

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"Then you must look like a fishball stuck to a chopstick!"

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Idiot.

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BlossomMich and ButtercupTjin are throwing me an all ALL PINK baby shower sometime in June and I'm so excited! My very first baby shower! And I'm inviting my guy friends and relatives. Break tradition a bit lah.

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I can just imagine. Pink and white balloons. Pink paper serviettes. Pink paper plates and paper cups. Pink roses. Pink dresses. Pink pink pink!

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FattyHubby will be soooo annoyed. Hahahaha! *evil grins*

He told me no way will our daughter be swath in anything pink. She will only wear macho macho colours.

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*rolls eyes*

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Am listening to my mp3 player now.

KJ asked: "So what soothing song you listening to now?"

Me: "Snoop Dogg and Eminem's Shake That Ass For Me"

KJ: -_-'

At Three Months

I'm officially pregnant!

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I never knew there was a day I could finally announce this here after all I went through the pass 2 months, but I made it! And so did the baby! And if we could survive through what we went through, I doubt there's anything else ahead of us that would be able to stop us in this journey we're on.

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Naturally, I'm extremely excited with the fact that I have a little kicking 25.3mm baby created by FattyHubby and I, living inside me right now and I can't wait to feel it's first movements or to find out if we'll be having a baby girl or boy. Of course, as this is our first child, it doesn't really matter and besides, I've already found names for both girl and boy.

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I only found out I was preggers at 5 weeks and I didn't have much time to actually enjoy the news as from week 6 onwards, I started having certain complications and had to be on complete rest in bed till now. Yes, I'm at week 13 now and still in bed rest.

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No worries though, everything's okay now and I would be able to go back to work by next week and hopefully, I will finally be able to enjoy being pregnant.