28 weeks

Saturday night's wardrobe crisis for baby's colleague's engagement party was averted, thanks to my patient husband :)

He looked through my wardrobe with me and gave me ideas,

then we decided on my $20 Victoria's Secret knee-length turtle-neck knit dress.

The one in black, that I bought 1 size too big.

Now, it fits perfectly according to baby when I tried it on.

Then I insisted that because it's knee-length,

I must wear heels or I'll just look like a blimp with short legs.

He flat-out refused.

And got REALLY annoyed at me.

He hardly ever says no to me,

so when he does, with THAT look on his face,

he really means business.

So he looked at our shoe rack and made me try on all the different flats that I have while I still had the dress on,

and he decided that I looked good in my white ballet flats from URS.

So that settles it.

He even decided on accessories for me :)

Crisis averted :)

Me thinks being pregnant can be quite fabulous :)

Baby and I, we have a serious problem.

See, we are always early or at the very least punctual.

For every single damn thing we go for.

And it's getting to be pretty annoying.

Because whenever we appear at a function,

we're always the first ones there.

I find it's only polite and respectful to turn up at 7pm when the invitation says 7pm,

but apparently we're the only ones to think so.

Makes us seem a little eager and desperate.

Take for example Saturday's party.

7pm, it says on the invitation.

So we went shopping after baby's optometrist appointment that ended just before 5pm.

We bought the couple a gift, we bought towels and cot sheets for Xander baby, we went hunting around the shopping centre for something to eat.

Then we took our own sweet time eating.

Then we took out own sweet time driving into the city.

Then we arrived at the venue at 6.45pm.

What the.....

There was no one there yet besides the catering staff and some of the family members.

So we decided to drive to the beach and take a walk while the sun sets.

We got there,

we got out of the car,

we walked down the jetty,

we hugged and embraced each other in the cold wind,

enjoying the fresh air,

enjoying the moment of peace we shared with just each other,

knowing that soon, such moments of peace will no longer be in existence.

We walked along the footpath,

we sat on a bench, under the street light,

we talked,

we kept our arms around each other and my head on his shoulders,

we kissed,

we laid our hands on my baby belly and talked about our son,

we watched the sky get darker and darker.

Then we walked back to the car and drove back to the venue.

It was 7.05pm, after I spent some time in the car touching up my makeup and putting on lipstick.

We were still one of the firsts.

Even the bride-to-be's mum wasn't there yet, and she owned the venue.

Sigh.

Even when we try our very best to be later and not so punctual,

we still failed miserably.

I say: Houston, we have a problem.

I mean, people were turning up at 9pm just before the speeches and made and everything!

Why can't we be one of those people?

Sad.

Oh well.

That's just the kind of people we are I guess.

Take it or leave it.

Yesterday I cleared out my wardrobe.

Threw out 1 whole carton of clothes that I can no longer wear even after baby is born.

Previously I was telling myself that once I lose some weight, 

I can wear them again.

But now I decided that if I ever lose enough weight to fit into those clothes I used to wear when I was 48kg,

I will reward myself with new clothes :)

So out goes 1 giant carton of clothes.

I now have another carton of clothes, 

that consists of work clothes that I can still wear but won't have an opportunity to wear anytime soon as a stay-at-home-mum.

And other clothes that I can wear after I lose some of my baby weight :)

These are realistic ones that I was wearing up until I was 3 months pregnant,

so they deserve a spot in my wardrobe still :)

Now my wardrobe only has clothes I can wear for the next 3 to 6 months,

which means nothing that's teensy-weensy and mocks me constantly from its place in my drawers :)

And now I have space for when my shipment of clothes arrive from the US in a few days :)

I'm at home today.

Yes... AGAIN.

Thank goodness for 20 days of personal/sick leave available to me eh?

Last night was terrible...

Went to bed around 10pm,

woke up about midnight,

stayed wide awake and tossed and turned till about 3am,

then decided on a change of scenery.

Migrated to the sofa outside with my pillow and body pillow.

Spent another hour trying to fall asleep.

Then my alarm rang not long after.

Going to work was the last thing on my mind,

and seriously,

I don't think it matters.

Nothing urgent awaiting me,

no meetings today,

so I decided to stay home and rest.

Just finished watching Nights in Rodanthe that baby downloaded for me.

And I blubbered.

It's not the first time I've watched it,

and I still blubbered.

I know I know... cliche Nicholas Sparks stuff.

But still?

Can I just say that Richard Gere is sexy as hell?

Love the white hair and small hamster eyes :)

Reminds me of someone else I know...

Sexy :)

But anyway, Diane Lane's character said this to her daughter...

and one day,

when my little ones are not so little anymore,

I'll want to pass on the same words of wisdom to them.

For now,

maybe my little sisters will take heed...

There's another kind of love in this world...

One that gives you the courage to be better than you are,

not less than you are.

One that makes you feel that anything is possible.

I want you to know that you can have that...

I want you to hold out for it...

And I want you to know that you deserve it.

Everyone does.

I'm lucky to have found mine and not let it slip away, 

as it so easily could have many years ago.

The kind of love worth  holding out for,

is the kind that makes you feel special.

The kind that reminds you daily that you can do bigger things and achieve bigger dreams.

The kind that never tells you to give up, but keeps you going when the going gets tough.

The kind that encourages you to be who you are and do what you want with your life,

and not hold you back.

That's the kind of love we all deserve.

And I will be telling my son the same thing.

That he deserves to receive such love,

but the only way to get there,

is to be the giver of such love.

If we're fortunate enough to have a daughter one day,

she will be given the same message.

Hopefully they'll see it in real life with their own eyes,

observing it on a daily basis,

so the words would mean so much more...