Limp as a wet dishrag

For those in the know, the title of this post will make sense. Am taking advantage of a rare burst of energy to post something on the blog more meaningful than quizzes (though it gives me great joy to read what people read. Thanks Banu for responding to the tag!).

There is not much point in secrecy anymore - this Raya most people will know anyway. So, all my dearest friends who knew and kept the secret (kudos to y'all), you can now gab about it freely. Am in a family way, to put it delicately. Urgh....everything has to be delicate with me these days. Too much movement makes me barf. Ha ha.

As is evident, I have retained a modicum of sense of humour. Hard to put things in perspective when you have been (and seem to have to continue) facing the toilet bowl everyday (and night!). So, if anyone wishes to regale me with 'joys of motherhood' sentiments, kindly visit my house and I will barf on you.

Thankfully, the people around me are not inclined to such ridiculous sentiments. The reality of pregnancy is 3 months of puking, or if you are unlucky, even nine months of puking. Being full of gas, not being able to eat (cravings are a myth! ha! I can barely eat...okay, other than the occasional satay), and being breathless from doing nothing because all your internal organs are being squashed.

That being my litany of complaints - thank goodness am back at the family home! Loads of sympathy and love...not to mention company. Turns out, am not such a big fan of staying alone at home after all.

My grandma is at my house i.e. my mum's. V fun to have Ramadan with her around. She has been regaling me with stories of the past- v fascinating and insightful.

In advance, if I don't get to meet everyone I want to this Raya, v sorry. You know why, lah.