A few more hours to go…

Well, after the Christmas Eve dinner at my sister’s place tonight, hubby and I will head straight down to TMC for admission.

Xander Claus is coming to town!! My mum had been mispronouncing Xander as Santa for a few days. She’s technically correct lah. We thought why wait for Boxing Day when he can have more fun on Christmas Day instead 🙂 It also means we have to start saving up for his presents now!

After the hubby left for work this morning (yes, it’s Xmas eve and he is still required to work 1/2 day. Stupid leh.), I couldn’t go back to sleep. All these excitement and anticipation have been keeping me up for the last few days. I would stay in bed wide awake for a few hours before finally drifting off and then my eyes will pop open just before the Majulah Singapura plays on the radio. The thought of the labour process is definitely freaking me out a bit (it will get progressively worse in the next few hours) but I am also looking forward to meeting the little fella who has been keeping me company 24/7 in the last few months. All 3 sides of the family been anxiously preparing for his arrival and I’m still feeling if I missed out anything. I’m starting to get paranoid again. I hope we will be okay parents. He seems to be agreeing with me coz he just jabbed me a bit. Awwww…

Anyhow, I’m going back to sleep. I doubt I will be able to do that when the little one comes so best to do it while I still can. But before I do that, I need to raid the fridge for some Sara Lee Choc Pound Cake :)~


Hi, my name is Cookie and I’m a Hoarder. I think my husband is one too

My dad is a hoarder so I don’t think people will be surprised to know that I am too.I’m trying to find an excuse for this ridiculous habit but I do want to spring clean my life and house of the unnecessary junk.

Growing up, my parents tell me stories of their childhood. My mum grew up in a relatively less well-to-do family as compared to my dad. They would only, if ever, throw things that were beyond repair and keep many “standby” items for those “just-in-case” days. As such, they will try to make the best of whatever they can get their hands on to last as long as possible. Think Children of Heaven. My dad has effectively converted the small study room and the cupboard under the staircase as his personal store rooms.

At last look, scattered in various corners of the house, there were 4 huge suitcases of dunnowats, maybe 2 briefcases of more dunnowats, 3 cabin size trolley bags (not necessarily all in good condition), at least 7 long umbrellas by the door (3 of which might not even work properly), at least 5 small foldable umbrellas in the drawers next to the door, 4 more long umbrellas in the car (we have since threw 3 away), a box full of those free Buddhism CDs and cassette tapes which my dad doesn’t even listen to, documents and bills dating back to the 90’s, tons of old watches and expired batteries.

It doesn’t help that the next door neighbour is also a fellow hoarder. Only difference is, they hoard cardboards and newspaper to sell when they have a reasonable load. Because they are pretty old, the turnover of their stash tends to take a long time to happen.

Both of them grew up in the same era of Waste not, Want not. They have also taught their children this same philosophy. I’m not sure if my neighbours’ grown kids are like that but I definately am.

When my hubby gasped at the sight of the bags he had accumulated over the years the other night, I cunningly feigned ignorance and agreed with him. “Wah! You have so many bags ah? Mine leh? Oh only that small corner ah?” He forgot that his lovely wife adores bags as much as he does and have stashed hers in the wardrobes neatly a few months before. If I had taken them out for display as he had, I am confident to say I won’t lose to him. Out of the approximate 30 bags, I’m only using 3 frequently. The rest? “Too pretty to throw!”, “Still new what!”, “If I need a small handbag for a nice dinner out, I have one”… Blah blah blah.

You know? I still have old love notes and photos from Primary school? These, I will NEVER throw. They are hilarious! I dig out the dusty pile from time to time when I’m bored.

Today, I finally had a chance to go through my jewellery box and in my horror, I have accumulated 56 pairs of earrings + a few missing ones around the house. Like my bags, I only wear certain ones frequently because I’m just lazy. I buy earrings not always because they look nice but mostly because they were cheap and in case I need, I have them. Impulsive shopping. I still have stuff in their original polybags and prices tags attached. *faint*

How ah? Will Xander end up like his parents and grandparents? This house ain’t big enuff for our junk combined leh.

I need to clear out these junk soon. Clean house, clear mind. ohmmmmm….. Pray for me.

Almost ready…

Hi Xander!

We were at Dr Wong’s clinic today. She has confirmed that you are now engaged and ready to exit “The Mothership”! From the scans, she estimated you at 3.3kg, give and take about 10%. I’m wondering to myself when did you managed to do that? Was it yesterday in the afternoon? Or did you do it a little at a time? Wow! You did it all by yourself! I’m thoroughly impressed with my son again 🙂

Guess what? I was driven around by Daddy today. Yup, he passed his driving test 2 days ago and today was his 1st time on the roads as an official driver! Yeah!! Your Daddy so clever. Passed everything on his 1st try. We were supposed to go for a short drive last nite but I was too tired. He wanted to take the car around the block a couple of times but will admit now that I was skeptical. Sekali car come back half the original size how?? Ah Gong will flipped to Mars and back! Thank goodness your Daddy agreed to wait until tomorrow morning. PHEW! Sorry baby, not that I don’t trust you ah but you know me lah…

He was a little nervous during the drive today but that is completely normal for all 1st-time drivers. I think I contributed to his nervousness today la. Couldn’t help it, I’m a control freak. You’ll learn more about this charming little trait of mine in the years to come. Anyway, the drive in general was good, no bumps, no scratches, no screaming matches in the car. Heng ah.

New Do

From what I can remember, I had a grand total 4 of  such severe haircuts in my lifetime. All seem to happen when my hair gets ridiculously long. Most of the time below my waist…

1st time, 4 years old.

I had to cut my waist-length hair before I started K1. Before that, I remember crying and struggling alot with my mum and sisters when they tried to wash or tie my hair. I was such a whinner… My mum was so glad to chop off the hair. No more screaming matches and trying to catch hold of a soapy, squirming brat. There should be a few pictures of that lying around somewhere at my parents’ house. Should scan and post it when I’m free-er.

2nd time. 16 years old.

I think should be a few days after O Levels. Went for my first expensive hair cut with the girlfriends to Kimage at Marina Sq (straightening + hair cut). My mum and sisters were so amused with my chin length bob that my mum actually tugged at it to make sure it wasn’t a wig. Hahaha…

3rd time. Around 22 years old in Canada.

Also had waist-length hair. I was tired of my hair and just needed a cheap haircut. During one of my trips to the mall, I noticed that one of the salons was having a Student Special. I think was CAD$30 for a haircut by their students so I just went for it. The minute I undid the clip, the lady next to me literally gasped. She whispered something to her hairdresser who by then was looking at me with disbelief. She then asked “you sure you want to cut it? People will die for hair that long!” I just told them “it’s just hair. It’ll grow.” You know the stupid thing? It didn’t even end up very short, it was an inch below the shoulder because my hairdresser wasn’t very keen to cut it shorter. Wah lau.. stupid leh.

4th time. Today.

Well, my mum (and to an extent, my hubby) had been nagging at me to have my hair cut short since my 2nd sis had hers cut about 3 wks ago. She say that it’ll be easier for me to manage during my confinement period. To be honest, I had a LoveHate relationship with my long hair. I always get hair caught under my elbow when I try to get up from the sofa, get hair caught under my husband’s elbow when he tries to get up from the sofa, hair stuck in my earrings, hair all over the car, you get the point lah. I love my hair because I love it when my husband runs his fingers in my hair or just smoothen it when he stands behind me on escalators or when he’s bored. I have to agree with my mum and said to myself & hubby “Looking like a HotMama is important but ending up a SmellyMama is not attractive and not an option” so after 5 hours of procrastinating at home, I finally drove myself and met my sis at the salon in Paragon for current buzz. Nice? It’s been a long time since I felt wind breezing past my neck!

I didn’t even realize hubby has NEVER seen me with short hair until my sis asked. Luckily, he’s impartial and the cut was nice. Dun think he will want to be seen with me if I had looked like a mop.

Before I forget

I woke up 2 hours ago and couldn’t go back to sleep. Too early to sleep lah…

Boy ah, when you grow up and enter university life, just enjoy it. We won’t pressure you to top your classes, to win Nobel prizes or join peace corps (although it would be nice if you could either one…). We’re also not saying that we’ll be thrilled to bail you out of jail for DUI or be grandparents before we hit 50…

I want you to grow up to be a happy healthy individual who will love life and others around you. Although I have said I value street smarts to book smarts, I also want you to be safe. Do whatever you want, just as both of your Daddy and I did when we were younger. Live without regrets but ALWAYS remember that there are always consequences with every action you take.

You see la! You’re not even born yet and I’m already starting to nag. Cannot help it la. I figure I better tell you now before I forget or turn senile.

I’m looking forward to meeting you soon and tell you everything in person 🙂

More growing pains

Day 2 of my maternity leave.

The bottom of my belly now looks like a bright red watermelon with the squiggly lines and all. I swear i haven’t been scratching it but it feels so sore and raw that it hurts every time my pants ride down or if there are any seams along the waist. Ouch…

The guys came back to pick up the sofa for repair works today. Now the living room is so empty and echoy, echo echo echoooo… In a wk or 2, we’ll get a sturdier and more comfy sofa to laze on again 🙂 Bliss bliss bliss 🙂

Oh ya! They also brought over the white baby cot Uncle Tommy so graciously given us. Beautiful 🙂 Can’t wait to use it soon.

GAGA bed in white
My baby’s bed

Your daddy bought a foldable bike yesterday. I almost fainted when he told me how much it was. I still feel faint everytime i look at it. At least now if he go gets food, it’ll be way faster than before and he’ll be losing his belly at the same time 🙂 I’ll miss the belly.

Your daddy’s home. I’m going to nap for a while…

Swelled up with happiness

Hey Baby!

Your daddy was very tired and went to sleep already. He and Uncle Darran were at the 2 shops installing some stickers. He came home yesterday with huge blisters on his finger! YIKES!

You did a really big slow stretch today in my belly today. It must be really cramp inside by now. Be patient ok? You still have about 23 more days to grow 🙂 Take your time, take your time 🙂

Now mummy’s right foot is huge! Look like a fat baby’s foot! Haha! I love looking at it everyday. The strange lines and folds. I wonder if your feet will look like that too 🙂

Anyhow, today the cramps are slightly worse. I’m glad I’ll get to rest from next wk onwards. No more work, no more nonsense at least until March 🙂

Growing pains

Hi baby!

it has been a pretty rough few wks since the upset stomach last mth. Not your fault, just a coincidence that all the classic pregnancy discomforts of joint aches and pains are all happening at the same times. It feels like the ON button was suddenly switched on and everything kicked into gear.

My pelvis hurt so much it hurts to shift around in bed. Hv to come up with different methods everyday to get out of bed. 

I had my 1st calf cramp in bed on Saturday morning…

WOW! I had 1 or 2 close calls before but this was WOW! I panicked and couldn’t straighten out my right foot like i usually do. I had to pat your daddy awake, pointing to my leg which was already in the air, “Baby! Help! Help! Leg!”

My right calf has been in pain ever since… feels like i had done some intense leg workouts. I couldn’t walk properly over the weekend. It’s not so bad today. Just swollen feet. It was just the right foot during the last few days but the left one seems to be catching up. My feet look so weird! Almost like a fat baby’s feet! Serves me right for laughing at your ErYee’s feet last year 😛

Anyway, i am finally going to be on maternity leave next wk 🙂 So tired of the nonsense at work.

You’ve also been moving quite a lot these last few weeks 🙂 I know i will definately miss it when you are born. Sometimes i think u’re really stretching your arms and legs at the same time. Everyone say it’s not possible but I think they don’t knw what they’re talk abt 🙂

Looking forward to Friday coz that’s when i’ll see you on ultra sound at Dr Wong’s.