I have yet to think of a swish-swosh-ching-chong impression Chinese name(Mr Chinese Teacher nearly strangled me when I rejected most of his suggestions).I was so desperate that I asked SOB(Spermdonor Of Beanie) SBB for suggestions, which of course, is almost like asking a blonde to recite 300 Tang dynasty poems.

And I am having second thoughts of naming her Clarissa(a tad too common, perhaps? Though I do adore its meaning of ‘brilliant’).

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh….. *pulls hair out in a fluster*

That, should be the least of my worries. I have 42 days to get everything done at ICA. Yet huh, it would save me A LOT of trouble if I do it straight at the hospital.

The rain hasn’t been helpful as much as I love rainy days.

I was left pretty frustrated today(hormones, baby, hormones) because I had planned to go IKEA to do some final purchase(yes, I know.. I am so indecisive with my budget that I have to make THREE trips before I can make up my mind).

But then I had quite an unhappy afternoon which didn’t end too badly.

See, I arranged to meet my confinement lady today because there’s no work.

I called her yesterday, and she sounded pretty distracted, and I told her that I would be free to meet her from 3-4pm.

Eventually, she said perhaps she would meet me at Clementi, but she wouldn’t be sure where she would be, so she would confirm with me the location again.

So today, after a very bad sleep(I couldn’t fall asleep till 5.30am, and woke up by 11am), I waited.

And waited.

And napped.

And waited…

Until I grew a tad impatient, and I called her at 5pm.

The ringtone was that of Malaysia’s.

So.. uh.. she was obviously not in Singapore, yet.

Nevermind…..

She didn’t pick up the call. Until later, she called me back and told me she was already on her way, and she was stuck in the heavy rain.

Oooo…..kay. Uuuuuuuuh huh.

Well, I bet she has a television on her car, cos it was pretty loud and clear that she was watching television.

$10 on she forgot about it, like, totally.

And she said she should be arriving at Chinese Garden MRT in 30 minutes time, if there wasn’t any jam.

Yeah, right.

It was 6pm when she called, to inform me that she was at Woodlands checkpoint and her friend was driving in.

Roarrrr.. she was supposed to reach at 5.30pm but she only called at 6pm to tell me she was at Woodlands, and she would be driving down to Jurong East, with her friends in tow.

Quite obviously, I have to adjourn the IKEA trip.

I waited.

And I waited….

Another hour passed, before she called, and said she was somewhere in Jurong Point.

Okay.. Woodlands to Jurong shouldn’t be more than 30 minutes drive, but… *breathe* I shall wait.

Then it took her 30 minutes to reach from Jurong Point to Chinese Garden MRT, by car.

Then uh, she told me she couldn’t find her way, and I gave her directions, and it was another 20 minutes before she got to my estate from the MRT station which is just a street away.

Then huh, I told her I was staying at Block X(and I even said ‘X for XXX’), and by the time she got here, she went to the wrong block and said I told her wrongly.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, by then I was really pissed, and thought that she was quite irresponsible.

But then what can I say? I mean, I had wanted to save half a grand off the market rate… so I pay peanuts, I get monkeys.

But when I met her in person, I was quite alright with her, and she was rather personable.

We spoke a little on the arrangements, and since I was so last minute, I guess I would just have to settle for her and pray for the best.

I mean, in person, she was nice, and insisted I should leave the mess of the house as it is so she could help me to sort them out when she comes over.

She saw that I was putting the hooks onto the curtains(note to self: Vacuum dusty window panels and wipe windows with glass cleaner), and told me I should be resting more.

Eventually, some of the soft toys(those clean ones which I had intended to donate), bags, souvenirs(you know, those you keep but have no real use for them) and my old Levi’s were cleared cos she thought she could give it to her children and other villagers in Malaysia.

I was only glad to see them lug the 4 or 5 big bags out of the door, and freed up some space in the living room…. for me to throw more junks out there.

I would be getting some storage boxes to clean out my cabinet, so perhaps I could throw out the old one before I manage to arrange transport for the new one.

I need men. Strong men… with great bods, V-shaped bodies, sturdy muscles, to move some cabinets for me… BUT! They must do so without their shirts on. I mean, I would feel very bad, and would be too broke to afford new clothes for them should they dirty/tear their shirts… you know.

Mmm… sweaty bodies.

Honest. That’s all I’m concerned about.

And uh… there’s also the cot issue and breast pump.

Hmm… let me sort out the rest first huh.

Oh, can someone remind me of bed sheets for my confinement lady?

Sort out clothes that I wouldn’t be wearing anymore(boohoo, out of shape body) and give them away.

Actually I am too tired and busy to set up yahoo auction, or else those things they lugged out today would have earned me a fortune.

It sucks that I really said what I was told to say.

I even managed to sit through my old shoes and chuck out those heels that are badly worned(note to self: shoe rack collapsed, time to get new one). The problem with me is, I only buy shoes when I wear one pair out, and I would stick to the new pair till they give up on me.

Eventually, I threw out 6 pairs of old ones, and I am so spoilt by my pair of Birkies that I have half a mind to wear them with executive wear even after I pop.

Uh…. my manager wouldn’t be too pleased with that, I reckon.

***

Actually, I still very much feel up to it to work, despite everyone around telling me I should be resting.

Don’t nag me.

***

Photographer. Checked. StemCord. Checked.

Slowly, but surely…

***

I still don’t feel like I am pregs. I somehow can forget the fact that my life is going to change drastically in less than 2 weeks’ time.

I mean, sometimes I can run for the train before I got really breathless and realised, oh yeah, I have a basketball-sized tummy.

Or.. like when I saw the cute guy strolling down the streets and thought he was making eye-contact with me, when I realised he was just staring at my tummy.

Or.. when the I thought I could manage to carry that big-ass piece of furniture and realised my back was giving me problems.

Or.. when I still want to squeeze into a sized-S nice slinky dress….

Cough.

Oh yeah… did I mention about the cute guy?

***

Some weeks ago I had wanted to talk about opportunity cost.

I was invited to a friend’s concert up north, and he had messaged me through MSN and SMS…. which I had to decline.

Ahhhhhhhhhh……

Wrong timing, baby, wrong timing. Boohoo.

Just like how I would miss my friend’s wedding in Italy…

Ahh…….

Just like how I would miss a few event jobs.

Ahhhh….

Oh dear, I so need a comeback.

After I rid of those stubborn fats/water retention/flabbiness/horrid stretch marks/plunging confidence.

***

Oh, the emo-monster is contagious.

It sprung from JD, to FF, and then great, to me.

I felt an incredible urge to cry, but my pride refused to.

Yes, I feel all alone, oh-so-scared despite I have all these wonderful encouragement around me.

It makes me feel like retracting back into my private shelter, and hide underneath the duvet.

I no like to feel this way.

And just when the tears threatened to spill and I was trying so hard to hold back as I was speaking to Queen of Itolduso’s….(ooo, the name has such an Italian ring to it eh)

…. The blardy phone just have to ring at 2am yesterday and I just started tearing and sniffing and then sniffing my grouchiness, he said ‘Why? Hormones huh?’.

SBB, can your timing be anymore immaculate? Basket.

***

I met up with a friend yesterday late afternoon in the heavy rain.

I realised…. I am not the only one feeling stifled by Miss Prissy.

***

I had such a full dinner on Sunday night, courtesy of JD. Like you have probably read from her or FF, 4 of us(Vamp, Uncle Jem, FF and I) had to down 10 persons’ share of dinner.

We took public transport down to East Coast, and the moment we reached there, it started pouring.

It wasn’t exactly a very comfortable affair for us who were there, but then at least the company of the 4 foursome was good.

I had 4 desserts… and plenty of crab. I had prawns, keropok, chicken(I actually liked the chicken), and a piece of cake that I am still thinking fondly of.

2 days of Pepper crabs make me a very happy person. *Burp*

At the end of it, I think Minibean wasn’t quite comfortable jostling for more space with the food.

***

Saturday was out at Holland Village to source for some stuff with FF, before we made our way down to JD‘s new pad.

We had plenty of pepper crab.

We had plenty of junk food.

There were plenty of people I didn’t know, but they were nice.

There was a mahjong table I was no part of until past midnight.

There were the girlies like Vamp and FF. We missed you, Wanyi!

I just didn’t feel like returning to the solitude of home.

FF left by 10pm, and Vamp had wanted to leave by 11.30pm. But after my sulk-display, Vamp and Jem stayed on till late.

So the guys played mahjong with me till 4am?

And I didn’t reach home till it was 6.38am in the morning cos Uncle Jem and Auntie Vamp wanted to wait till 6am.

And then, quite coincidentally, post mahjong, the 3 of us hunted the haunting.

***

I got back and didn’t get to sleep till it was 9am.

I have so much, yes, so much.. on my mind.

***

And the final countdown.. begins.