Fat cannot meh?

Xander is now 3 years and 3 months old. He is a happy, healthy little monster who proclaims daily “I’m growing bigger and bigger everyday! I am going to become bigger than Daddy and Mummy!” I thought to myself, Good! Then you can help mummy do housework and cook dinner! Yay for me!

It has been 3 years and 3 months since the tenant vacated Condo Le Womb but I still get looks and whispers about my belly. Is she or is she not? Please lah people! I’m just fat, not pregnant lah! Most of the time when I say that to people, they become embarrassed and change topic. Then there are the “caring ones” who just go on and on. “Aiyoh! You look very fat you know? So sayang! Never do javanese massage ah?” or “When is the second one coming? Your son lonely you know?” or “Fat never mind. I also fat and my husband thinks I’m sexy.” OMG! I really didn’t need the mental picture of my mum’s 50+ year old friends making out! *shudder*

Naturally, I wished my belly can look like this but for the longest time, I think it looks more like Jabba the Hutt. That is until I came across this site asking women to send them pictures of THEIR real postpartum bellies. Found a few tiger bellies that look like mine. I felt slightly less like a freak now that I know there are others just like me.

Getting my groove back


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I stopped blogging about 2 years ago partly because I was working part-time for a game site as a game moderator as well as working for my sisters ad hoc. The bigger reason was that I was feeling tired and uninspired. Besides working, most of my time was spent trying to keep up with laundry chores, cook decent meals and flicking channels in the telly until I pass out in the living room.

Working for a game moderator is nothing short of challenging. Before I was laid off 3 weeks ago, I was clocking weird hours ranging from 11pm to 7am, 5 to 6 days a week for about 16 months. The age range of the players were from about 13 to about 17yo. Boy, the language and conversations they have! Parents, you will be appalled to know what your tweens are talking about these days. Sex! Bullying! Racism! Scamming! Online, they are liars, obnoxious, cruel… the list goes on. We are not just talking about kids from Singapore. They are from all around the world. Then there are the perverts and scammers. Watching. Waiting. It’s an ugly, ugly world out there. After the 2nd week on the job, you can’t help but become numb.

My typical day during the 16 months looked something like this:

11pm to 3am/ 3am to 7am: Work.
3am to 4am: Either eating or watching telly “for a while”.
5am to 7am: Accidentally doze off in the living room with remote in hand.
7.30am to 8.30am: Wakes up in a panic. Gets myself ready to drive husband and son to work and school. We are almost always late. Eek!
10am to 11am: Reach home with brunch. Watch Dr Oz.
12pm to 3pm: Space out/Nap. Never ask me for answers/opinions/money during this time. Answer is usually No.
3pm to 6pm: Cook dinner, do laundry, whatever/space out/nap.
6pm: Leaves to pick up the boys.
8pm or 9pm: Reach home/eat dinner.
9.30pm: Bedtime for the little one. Husband usually takes charge because once my head hits the pillow with my son, I’m dead to the world.
11pm to 3am / 3am to 7am: Work. Cycle continues.

Extremely unproductive and tiring. Not enough sleep, let alone time to blog.

About 2 weeks ago, I chanced upon a group of mummy bloggers. The lovely ladies were very encouraging and very inspiring. They gave me so many ideas I can write about. So I thought, this will be a good time to start writing for myself again. Here I am! Thanks for the jump start, ladies!