Right now, I’m actually feeling very tired. A lot of deadlines to meet, different sets of teaching materials to make what with differentiated instructions and all and also not to mention, the massive amounts of markings to finish – which, I still can’t finish by this week since I’ll be on course after school tomorrow and Friday. And to make matters even worse, I have a briefing to attend on Saturday which means I can’t head down to school to mark on that day as well.

M-a-j-o-r bummer.

Another reason why I’m feeling rather fatigue, well, you guessed it. However, I don’t feel a thing when I move up and down or around the school. (Hmm… Dy’s sleeping so comfortably on the bed right now. He’s even occupying MY side of the bed. Poor man. He slept sitting down in front of the PC with his hands on the keyboard just 15 mins ago! Woke him up to tell him to shut it down and go to bed. Oh well, I digress.) I feel very tired when I finally get to sit down and rest. The whole day’s ache finally sinks in as I slump into my office chair. But as I try to laze at my workstation, the pile-up just doesn’t help me feel relaxed at all. Sheesh.

Today, Baby A has been moving quite a lot. Though it does tire me out that I have him/her whirling and bumping around in my tummy all day, but at the same time, every move makes me smile thinking of the miracle God has blessed me with. So, in the end, I wear myself out with excitement. Dy & I bought a 5-tier cupboard for Baby A from Toyogo the other day. And since it bothered me that it was empty, I dragged Dy to buy something for Baby A’s usage. Heh. As much as I can’t wait to meet Baby A in person, I am feeling a tad scared about the whole delivery episode and all. Am 24 weeks now, so, I have like 3 more months to go.

Oh well, since we’re on the subject of tummy and everything, my school commemorated TDDay yesterday. Teachers in my school were told to wear something related to TD as a surprise for the kids. My bro was in the army during his NS days but since I couldn’t button most of his shirt when I put it on and couldn’t even fit my leg into his pants, I opted to try to wear Dy’s no.4 uniform. Miraculously, I could fit in it – a remark shared by many. (though, little did they know that I generally had to stand most of the time since the bulky belt crammed me tummy.. =P )

So, this is me in the uniform.

Yes, very much like a blue, fire-fighting Teletummy. =p

Do not even talk to me about my boobies. *rolls eyes* But if you’re wondering why my eyes are looking sepet, well, attribute that to waking up early just to struggle with the uniform. And if you’re also wondering why I didn’t put the CD cap on, believe me, I tried when I was at home. I looked ridiculous. I didn’t like the way it made me look like the R-a-k-a-n C-o-p from across you know where.

I am SO going to make sure I fit nicely into Dy’s uniform the next time I try it on. Which means, minus the bulge. Dy already told me he wants me to wear that uniform when we…. *lol*

Aight, with that, I shall try to roll Dy out from my side of the bed, and tuck myself in as well. Night!

I slept on the floor the whole night today.

This despite the protests from him followed by a 10-seconds tug-of-war. So, waited for him to snore away before I crept down. Put the comforter on the floor, arranged my pillows and dreamt away. I had my reasons. One of which was, it was much easier elevating my legs on the floor. On the bed, the bolster always ran away after 5 minutes. But I managed to get my legs elevated for the whole night by being on the floor yesterday. Which explains why my legs aren’t swollen this morning. I had a pair of ugly, swollen legs on Friday despite wearing socks(and elevating for 5 mins) the night before. Water retention, it seems. Ah well.

My mum says my body getting very big already, liao. Even my neighbour, who is mute by the way, signalled to me that my boobies were getting big. She “told” me via her hand signals that she had the same condition too when she was pregnant. Heh.

I definitely am getting bigger. I think I’m looking the way I was in TAF club back in JC.

Face is getting bloated. One colleague said I looked like I was due any moment and another said my nose’s getting bigger. And a lot of women are speculating and predicting that the baby’s a girl.

Well, in the words of Sarjen, “Mari kita tengok siapa yang kena!”

But what’s important to me isn’t the gender – but seeing him/her alive and well in my arms when it finally pops into this world. Already found the nickname for his/her.

Baby A.

What A stands for, it’s for me and Dy to take note of for now. Heh.

1 more week to 6 months now, Little A. Jia you!

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Today, all I need to do is plan for 2 days of lessons. Hurrah!

Can’t wait to meet the girls for lunch this Wednesday. A reunion lunch on eve of CNY. How apt. Double hurrah!

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Witt & hubby treated Dy & I to a night out to, erm, Night Safari.

It was supposed to be a surprise for me, although I managed to get hints when Dy & Mr Witt blurted it out unintentionally. Heh. But, yeah, according to Mr & Mrs Witt, it was a treat for our 7th year anniv. Erm, aku celebrate 3 annivs, tau? Heh.

Anyhows, we were like a bunch of kids there, ooh-ing and wahh-ing at the animals. Since Dy & I have been looking for the giraffe for almost 4 years now, seeing it at the N.S was great. I freaked out at the tiger’s exhibit though. The tiger was pacing about and roaring, seemingly agitated. It was a big guy too and the glass looked too thin for comfort. Looking at the thing so close like that and hearing it rumble and roar so near made me realize how
dangerous that thing actually is. Watching from the television certainly didn’t do justice to seeing it up-close. In fact, when we were walking through the whole place afterwards, my goosebumps stood up everytime I heard the roar from afar. Of course, being paranoid, I had the vision of the tiger escaping like the one which happened in that American zoo some time back. But yah, I wouldn’t wanna f*** around with that animal, man. Too damn big and scary.

Thanks to Mr & Mrs Witt for the trip. It was well worth the walk even after a hard, long day’s work.

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Sometimes I ask myself..

Am I asking for too much from all of this?

And that soothing little voice in my head will tell me..

Maybe I am.