Shopping

Well, I wish I could say it has been me who's been around town, shopping my head off.

But, it isn't.

The lucky girl is my SIL. She's been back in town for 2 weeks and as I am typing this, she's boarding the plane and flying back home. I bet she had a whirlwind of a time buying and walking and buying some more. I know that for a fact because just yesterday evening, she complained that there isn't any space left in her luggage. So, we jokingly suggested she should probably get another bag.

She bought plenty, for sure. Everything..clothes, handbags, more clothes...I am telling you. In the 2 weeks that she was here, she has walked every shopping mall there is in the Klang Valley. Plus, she even managed to get my BIL the wholesale ipods he wanted.

As for me, while she was on a prowl, I was at home, trying to force feed myself with all the chicken, meat etc...and learning to be an alcoholic (I failed miserably in both).

How has it been...

Since my last post? Quite a bit...

For starters, there is just no way your life can ever be the same with a newborn and that you'll get used to your "new" life. Unless you are urm...popping out kids every year then, perhaps that is usual for you but for me, nah...it takes a complete turn-around.

I haven't exactly been well. No, not sick or anything but just a pretty bad case of pnd. Hence, the lack of posting. It hit me much earlier this time round. SOme days, I am fine (like now) and some days, are just a complete mystery. I get weepy and upset at the slightest thing like when my sms didn't get a reply from hubby. Or when people were awfully kind in telling me my tummy is huge. You know, just frivolous things like these. At the rate I am going, I'd probably hit the roof if someone were to comment on my worn out ceramic tile.

For good reasons, I am hoping this will not be a lasting condition. Because...it really sucks. And I am supposed to be happy. Thats what they tell me anyway. I am happy for one thing - I washed my hair! It's probably the best feeling in the world if you came from where I'm from. Trust me...it is. But I'm not done yet...i.e with my hair. I have not visited the salon for a good and thorough wash and trim. I am thinking..maybe...that might be the trick to save me from this dreaded disease. What do you think? Think it will?...

Would be good to have a vacation

Yeah. Almost everyone I know are having their holidays now. It's the school holidays these 2 weeks. Kids these days are pretty darn lucky if you ask me. Parents have all the time in the world to plan and execute holiday plans with relative ease. I remember my time - school holidays meant getting to spend nights at my grandma's place.

Let me tell you, grandma's place is the ultimate holiday resort. Kids can do virtually what they want and get away with almost, ALMOST anything! Though grandma didn't have the latest hi-fi set nor a plasma tv with a state-of-the-art TV wall mount but still....it was awesome being at grandma's.

Now when I look at Ash and the fact that she's been spending the past 2 months at her grandma's place during the day, I can see that she's definitely enjoying her time there. Even at such a young age, she knows that grandma's is the resort home for kids. And what's more, you get to do the same prohibitory thing over and over and....yeah, you get the drift.

Disturbing

I'll continue with Part II of my birth story in a later post cos at the moment, there is something I wanted to say.

So, yesterday evening, while my urut lady and confinement lady chatted. I happily listed to their stories. When I say 'stories', they were mostly bizarre stories. The kind that makes your whole body shake and feel as if some parts of your anatomy are about fall apart as well.

Anyway, the most talked about story was when they both shared the same concern about ladies after birth - the uterus. And both are so adamant that for some, if you are not careful, will have their uterus fall out!! Careful..according to my confinement lady means no squatting, no carrying heavy stuff, no running...basically, no sudden movements that may cause this...urm...tragedy. And my urut lady, kept asking me to get the 'bengkung' or a girdle to "hold" my tummy in place.

Since I can't be mopping the floor or cleaning the loo, I sat there listening to their horrific tales. Plus, other stories which isn't err...very appropriate for me to write it here. Even thinking about it now is making me sweat.

The whole time, I glanced at my clock and anxiously prayed for hubby to speed home or tried to concentrate on the tv (the French Open has started - another reason for me to do less blogging hehheh...) but neither helped much.

Now, I did plan on you know, exercising and doing it right this time around (at the moment, I look as if I am 3 months pregnant). However, in light of the new err...information, I don't think even the world's most advance fitness equipment will entice me to begin my Project Sim-Down.

Scary...