last night, as she was sleeping, i was breathing in her sweet baby scent, my nose nestling against her warm neck, taking a deep whiff of her soft cheeks and nuzzling her fuzzy hair, when it hit me like a tidal wave:

“this could well be the last time i’ll ever get to smell a baby of my own.”

and i felt… sad.

i mean, the logical equation is: 1 boy + 1 girl = close shop, right?

right!

i’m all for stopping at two. that’s the maximum capacity for this boat. my fuse is too short. plus, to go through the whole pregnancy and post-pregnancy process again? ho ho.

perhaps it’s just those post-natal hormones playing emotional tricks on me. that baby scent, it’s like an addictive drug, you know? produces pleasurable effects and makes you temporarily high. (i say temporarily, coz you snap out of it once they start to scream their lungs out. :p)

or perhaps it’s just the minyak telon i marinate, err, slather her with. i swear i love minyak telon.

“wangi!”, her brother says, nodding in agreement. hehe.

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