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So exciting. Finally, my scrapping skills (whatever few I have) will be put to good use. It's been fun scrapping and making pretty stuff, but to help raise funds for charity - now, that's something else!
Do lend your support! I'll update here when I find out more details.
Some days you wake up and you just don't feel good.
I'm having one of those days.
Dream after unpleasant dream - I'm left with a vaguely disconnected feel this afternoon. My mind's here, yet somewhere else, still pondering over the imponderables I dreamt about.
I dreamt I was breastfeeding my new baby, and it was so so hard.
Then I dreamt that I was sleeping and dreaming and I woke up crying [still in my dream] and hunny comforted me. But when I woke up in real life, I was alone in bed and tears had crusted around my eyes. I don't know what I dreamt and cried over.
I dreamt of Donald Trump [of all people].
I dreamt of hunny going through a crisis and confiding his innermost fears to me - via msn.
I dreamt of my cousins - they were using old-fashioned typewriters.
I dreamt too of people in the past - a solitary figure from some distant, filed-away memory. I don't know why.
Why can't we dream of pleasant, uncomplicated things all the time - like donuts and ice cream and waffles?
Hunny was so sweet and allowed me to go for a scrapping workshop yesterday. It was a project workshop, meaning that we worked on a project during the 3 hours. I like project workshops, because we get something nice to take home at the end of the day.
Here's what I came back with:
Cool eh? It's my favourite item at the moment. I don't think I've ever worked on anything this fun before. It's an accordion album, with pockets to put "pages" in. Here are the pages:
Some close up views of the accordion album:
I'm so glad I went for the workshop. Besides giving me something to do, I came away with tons of great ideas for plenty of other projects. Stay tuned for more fun items!
Life's not easy, isn't it? Just when we think that maybe, just maybe, this time it'll be alright, life throws us a curve.
But whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger. You gotta believe that.
This is for you. I don't know when we'll next meet, but in the meantime, I'll just hold this for you.
You're not alone. See your friends who hedge you all around - no, we can't keep you from getting bruised by life, but we can be there to help you when things get rough.
You're not alone.
It's been a long time since I scrapped anything. Thing is, I can't scrap unless I have a story. And the story comes from a photo. I've quite run out of photos. I've done so many of family, and of my wedding - there just isn't any story left untold.
But while I was clearing out my study room cabinets, I happened upon a photo of Ad when he was twelve. Perfect! Here was a story that hadn't been told. Here was some fresh material that I could work with - finally, something that moved me enough to inspire me.
It's simpler than some pages I've done, but it took sweat, blood and tears. Honest. Sweat because the night was warm and I was too caught up to remember to turn on the airconditioning. Tears from my tired eyes as I scrapped through the night, only ending at 5:36 in the morning. And blood because I was so sleepy I drove the business end of this tool into my thumb.
But it was good fun. Unfortunately, I've run out of photos again. I guess I'll just store up all my ideas and supplies for the arrival of our little princess. July! Can't wait!
I went to the gynae today. Heard those dreaded words - "Wah, you put on so much weight ah?"
*sob*
It's all water I tell you. Yep. Water retention. Gotta be water retention.
On the other hand, baby was estimated to weigh 2 kg! Gynae said that was a good size. Led to mild panic - "Good size? Is the baby too big?"
Baby last weighed in at 1.4 kg. That was 2 weeks ago. Our little girl is growing fast! I think she likes burgers. And fries. And ice cream.
*grin*
Haven't been blogging for a while. Been on a sort of break, I guess. Nothing much has been happening in my life and my days are mundane and restful. There's a kind of peace to be had in mundane-ness after all.
I turned 27 yesterday. Whoo-hoo! It should have been a grand event, but birthdays are no longer fun. Too many candles on the cake now. I'm now firmly in the realm of the late twentysomethings.
Yesterday also happened to be one of the worst days of my pregnancy. I've been sick for a few days now, and being sick during pregnancy is no joke - you don't get to take the medications that make you feel better. So I suffered through a horrid runny nose, bad coughing, a sore throat that hurt every time I yawned (which is often), clammy hands and feet, nausea and loss of appetite, and to top it off, mysterious abdominal twinges which appeared and disappeared at whim.
I'm getting more antsy, I suppose. I'm at 32 weeks now, and theoretically, the baby will be full-term in just another 5 weeks. I feel like I should get something done to commemorate this period. Some mothers-to-be pay money to get their photos taken professionally in a studio, and for a while, I toyed with that idea, but then, the rest of me is so round (not just my tummy) I know I won't like looking at those photos.
Hunny brought me to BlooiE's for dinner the day before. It was to celebrate him passing his basic theory test. I'm so proud of him! It was fun eating at BlooiE's. Very pub-like place, without the unhealthy smoke and all. There was a pool table and I really wanted to play, but the thought of attracting too much attention stopped me. After all, you can't bend at the waist very well when your tummy's so round.. Ah well, just two more months, I keep reminding myself.
I'm lying on the bed typing out this post at the moment. My laptop is resting on my tummy and baby's having a fun time bouncing it up and down with her kicks. She's a strong one, she is. I really can't wait to see her. I wonder who she'll look like.
