five weeks?! feels more like five months.

BURPPPP.

sigh.

the belly is protruding so much, so early on, it’s really scary.

and as you can tell from my rather disturbing absence, i have lost my funk, especially where blogging is concerned. the dam of gas accumulated in my bloated stomach makes me freaking groggy and sluggish, and i just wish i could dig a hole in my duvet and lie in there for nine months.

ok, i’m being over-dramatic.

i still haven’t told my mum. she hasnt been sleeping at nights, and has been cranky herself of late, so i thought i’d spare her the news for now.

the maid went back for good on weds, her contract of two years being up. well, it’s not due till two more weeks, but she desperately wanted to go home, so what can we do. the new one is, well, younger, and i think she’s overwhelmed by everything. really, you don’t expect to come here and sit around doing nothing except walk the dog, do you?! sigh.

i’m still wishing i could just quit and stay home. maybe open up a playgroup. or something.

but right now…

i just wanna lie down and do absolutely NOTHING.

BURRPPPPPP~

sigh.

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my (yes, the mummy’s) favourite room at home.

i’m thinking of moving his bed to this room, but then remembered we can’t coz it’s too big to squeeze through the door, unless we dismantle the whole bloody thing.

maybe we should get him a new big-boy kinda bed that would go with this room. like in a shape of a car or a train or something.

but would it be distracting to sleep here with all his toys surrounding him, beckoning him out of bed? will he be compelled to climb out of bed and play in the middle of the night?

i think i would! (if i weren’t so scared of the dark, ha ha.)

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