let’s start off with something cheerful – like this red, black & white number we did on thursday night. we’d been dying to crack open this ribbon for quite some time! yes, you know we have a ribbon fetish, the W&F partner and i.

Red Velvet Cake

it’d been a somewhat depressing day for me yesterday, though. i know i’ve said i’d stop mentioning any Chap II matters, but… i guess it’s not over, is it?

to induce or not to induce, that was the question.

it was a moment of indecision and doubt and guilt and everything overwhelming rolled into one morning at the doctor’s. i simply didn’t know what to do.

in any case, he saw all that going on in my face, and since the unborn one is still less than 3.5kg, and i am perfectly fine health-wise, he okay-ed me to wait another week. in any case, i *was* already having contractions, albeit mild and irregular ones. in any case, the cervix has dilated 1.5cm. in any case, i could always call him if i changed my mind.

but as they say, mother knows best (her, and God), and i don’t know… despite all the yappings that flew at me from those people playing the devil’s advocate, reciting incidents of sudden births by the side of the road and babies eating their own meconium and that the doc would be out of town the next two days if anything happened, my gut tells me to wait. coz clearly, *we* – she and i – weren’t ready.

call me stubborn, or crazy, or whatever. you can also call me selfish, especially with regards to the husband and the mother who are on perpetual ‘standby’ and i think, dying to get this whole labour limbo over and done with so they can move on with their lives and schedules. i can’t help feeling like it’s ALL MY FAULT.

so yeah. depressing day.

had a nap to chase it away, and then went shopping.

which helped, a bit. we ended up buying stuff for the little guy, all the way at AMK, of all places! (why we ended up there, that’s another story.)

it helped a lot when we got home and we gave the little one his loot – a pair of crocs, some ben 10 and transformers knock-off tshirts, and this, which his daddy INSISTED on getting him. against my better judgement of course! wahlao, cheesy, can?

spidey face-off

but alamak, cute jugak. especially when he started trying to climb the walls, hehe. ok, not cute – silly. but funny.

well, what can i say, it made him really happy. so i can’t dress him up in cute fairy wings and tights and fluffy hairbands (like sharleez, ARGGHH!). this, at $7.90, is much more, err, economical! (ok, NOT those crocs though, they cost a bomb.)

where are you coming from, spiderman? nobody knows who you are!

and when he’s happy, he’s a cooperative lil fella. kisses from knock-off spideyboy were amply dispensed upon request.

and that made emotional-roller-coaster mommy happy.

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