Doings and eats

Last week I went a bit hiatus because I had some special guests: my dear mummy and daddy who came to spot check the progress of my pregnancy.

I was pampered by plenty of home cooked food and goodies such as…

Home-made ‘ham ching piang’ and ‘tau sar piang’

And fried Chinese radish cake (chai tau kueh)

In turn they also had the privilege to enjoy yummy outside eats like:

Brunch at the Fig Tree Cafe

All you can eat Korean BBQ

And chocolate fondue at the Chocolate Factory in Swan Valley

Our poor neglected garden also saw some action during that very productive week. I don’t have any photos of the hardworking gardeners so have to wait until my dad posts them up.

(Mum, don’t worry about the beetroot… MH has been faithfully watering them and so far they look promising. Will put up the photo evidence soon!)

Baby must have been super happy enjoying this wide variety of different tastes and food all throughout the week. Plus mum left our fridge well stocked with plenty of mooncake, ginger, ikan billis and lots of her yummy homemade sambal! My baby will be a chilli king when he gets out!

Embracing the new normal

These days the latest news is all about engagements, weddings and babies. Talk of exams, universities and graduations belongs to a different set now. We are growing up!

I was sorting out baby clothes given by a friend over the weekend, and as I was folding up the teeny tiny shirts, pants and onesies... it started to really hit me hard "I am having a boy... my goodness a BOY!!!".

The thought of being a mummy to a little boy is still something I'm learning to comprehend. Sometimes in my illogical moments, I wonder to myself "Can I really be pregnant? Maybe it's all in my head and I'm just going through a fat phase". Of course with my burgeoning belly, this sort of illogical thinking is becoming increasingly easier for my mind to discard.

An old childhood friend of mine recently became a father to a baby girl. Heaps of congratulatory messages were flying all over Facebook following the official photo release. I paused over an especially artistic photo of him cradling his little girl in his arms. I was bubbling over with happiness for him, yet at the same time was still struggling to reconcile that picture with my mental image of him as a scrawny kid in Sunday School with his signature spiky hair and goofy grin.

But I imagine someday soon this will all become the "new normal" and I may even find it hard to imagine a day when I was not a mummy or when we were all not mummies, daddies, uncles, aunties (or even grandmas and grandpas).

So here I go, learning to embrace the New Normal!