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Thursday, June 26, 2008

I'm just busy. Busy with the packing and moving day is tomorrow. Suddenly, I realised I have too many clothes and too many shoes. I've tried setting them aside for giveaways but I just couldnt bear parting with it... what if I still could fit in it post pregnancy? <-----notice the sense of denial here?

So I'm keeping all of them, 2 big travelling luggages worth (even HY's luggage bag was not spared), a box and a bag all of them lugging to the new place. I'm not sure how I will find wadrobe space for it. Eventually some of them have to go (especially the pants and the jeans) but I dont care, I'll just keep it despite nagging thoughts to dispose them off.

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I'm feeling abit bluey today. I resemble some sort like a blue whale I blogged about the other day. The Great Singapore Sale came and going away soon. Although I'm one of the many who liquified their cards during the sale, I'm still not satisfied. I see loads of my colleagues in their brand new purchases over the sale and I'm envious. There are loads of new fashions and styles I would have loved to try and buy. But all I have to show now is this big baby bump that doesnt fit into anything or anywhere. I dont even fit into the tiny and cramped Singapore food courts now. Everytime I try to squeeze my way through my bump gets into someones head who happened to be sitting down at an aisle.

It is without fail that every week passes by, SOME SMART ASS will comment

OMG YOU ARE SO BIG.

or

You've put on weight

or

Does it hurt?

or

Your face/body/wharever is so round

or

ETC ETC smart comments that should never have been uttered in the first place. People like that should start gaining weight themselves and face the consequences.

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I'm so bloated now (no matter how much I try to control my sodium diet) that I hate to look into the mirror sometimes. Heck. Even my pregnancy pants that was supposed to last me till full term dont fit anymore (I'm only 7 months btw). *Sigh*

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Now in my 3rd trimester I get so tired all the time. Even the thought of going shopping tires me. Towards the end of the week, I get tired from the moment I wake up for work. How bad is that?

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I just paid my taxes. And I'm broke.

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I need a rest and a break to do... NOTHING. Yes I know I get 3 months maternity leave. But that involves a job too. Giving birth and taking care of a baby. Hello?

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Depression coming on? I dunno

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