7 months & Counting

I admitted that I am hopeless at blogging now that I am back to working in front of 3 bosses. Should I get internet connection at home. I have been thinking of that for the past year. All my lame excuses was that I need to spend more time with Adam and his studies. Now that I am nearly about to ‘pop’ my another excuse was I need rest, sleep and just massage. All this internet thingy wingy is just making me tired.

Well it does makes me tired after seating down at a marble chair that is flat and have no massaging device installed to it. It has make my butt numb, thus leading to my spine being sore from seating up straight for too long.

Another lame excuse just came up, I need time now to bond with the new baby…so internet thingy wingy would have to wait for few more months…maybe years..just maybe another year. As all that surfing and reminding me to seriously unpacked my boxes that I had stocked since November last year. Reminding me of all the stashes that I bought over a period of 2003 till 2008, awaiting to be stitched…or some to be completed. I have one sampler that is meant for someone (family) that still waiting to be completed after 6yrs delay. Looks like it is going to be further delay.

I leave you with new me. I chopped off my hair. I am fully experiencing the pregnancy torture chamber. Breakouts, oily scalp, oily face, expanded nose, forever aching back, stuck baby in pelvis. Bloated, swollen feet and thighs. Kids stare at my feet as though I am some kind of mutated species. The swollen feet looks like dumplings ready to burst at seams. I walked like penguin.None of my clothes fit me…I have resorted to making more bigger sized skirts to fit me thru. Cant buy any maternity clothes, its like gold. Freaking expensive for just few months torture. 2 days shy from 7months pregnant. Yes, I complaint but I am enjoying every pain moment each time the baby turns and turns. No, he (Yes! It’s a Boy) He don’t swim but he turns constantly. No fixed timing. morning, daytime and nighttime. After I have eaten, feeling hungry. He only kicks me, to remind me that I need to go for toilet breaks.