Every meal is a battle. The battleground is my mind.
It goes something like this:
Lunch time now. What shall I eat?
But I'm not hungry.
Yes, but I need to eat.
But I don't feel like eating.
Think about what to eat.
There's nothing I even remotely feel like eating.
I have to eat something.
Maybe McSpicy from McD.
That's not nutritious enough. Besides I had KFC for lunch yesterday.
How about Ponderosa! Salad bar - yum yum!
Ponderosa's closed down. Since long long ago.
Um, Sizzler?
Ok, Sizzler it is!
But Sizzler's at Suntec. Very far away. I'll faint from hunger long before I get there.
Aiyar, just go Senja kopitiam and see what I can find there.
Yes, I'm no saint.
I never said I was. Taken a look in the mirror lately?
Go scrub yourself clean before you talk, pot.
10. You touch your tummy a lot.
9. You hate it when others touch your tummy a lot.
8. You cry because you think that your husband doesn't love you and that he's having an affair until you realise you're just being silly. Then you laugh. Then you do it all over again the next day.
7. You eat funny (usually icky) things like bananas and barley and oranges and kway teow.
6. You sleep a lot. Like, a lot.
5. Christmas trees make you nauseous.
4. You walk funny.
3. You obsess over how much you eat.
2. You obsess over how much you weigh. "Am I heavy enough? Why am I not getting heavier?"
1. You obsess over your size. "Why is her bump bigger than mine??"
Disclaimer: Abovementioned symptoms do not necessarily apply to all individuals. In fact, the above may only apply to a small, select percentage of women, i.e., me.
I'm back! At xb's request, here's my new blog.
It's been a while since I blogged and it suddenly feels odd, weird even, to be writing stuff that anyone can access and read. Maybe it's because some things have changed since the last time I blogged and it's going to be so personal writing about my life and my pregnancy... gosh, even the word makes me flinch.
It's not that I'm not happy, no, I'm ecstatic! It's just weird, you know? I guess a part of me isn't yet adjusted to the idea of carrying another life inside me.
Time will change that, I hope.
