you can't keep a good girl down

Woke up today (Thurs) and just wanted to wallow in misery. Wanted to spend the whole day in bed moping. I nearly did, in fact. I managed to drag myself out of bed at 10.30 am, only to fall back into it half an hour later, wondering, "What's the point?"

But then I decided that I wouldn't give up. After a little chat with God, I got up and proceeded to do housework. Yup! Cleaning house is probably the best exercise I can do at this point. So I put on some good music (worship changes the atmosphere), washed some more baby clothes, cleaned up my study (not a small feat considering the mess I make while scrapping!), vacuumed the baby's cot, folded the clothes, dusted furniture, cleaned the microwave and ironed a whole basketful of clothes.

Ankles and feet were really swollen after that! But I look at my feet and I think, "Red is the colour of defiance!" I love my painted toenails. Never had a pedicure prior to yesterday (Wed), so I chose to have them painted really red for my first time. My dad says they are ah lian but I don't care! Red is the colour of defiance!



Now I'm up at 5 am in the morning (Fri). Couldn't sleep because tummy was getting too crampy. Now, before you get all excited, my tummy gets crampy every night. Every morning the cramps disappear. So. Decided that I wouldn't try to force myself to go back to sleep, so I went prowling around my newly cleaned house. Found this:



Yummy chocolate-covered marshmallows that my sister brought back from Perth. Yay! Happy food. After all, it's a leetle bit easier to stay positive with chocolate in your system. Heh.