I'm a full-time mummy

Here are some of the latest pictures of our recent family outing at the park again:

Ben getting all excited the moment we stepped right into the park area. And yeah, he's in pink again hahaha... (* Note: For those of you who don't understand why I say this, read my previous post on "Pink is for Boys, Blue is for Girls!")

Ben hinting he wants to play in the slide. What we always do is put him right at the top, hold him by his armpits and slide him down.

I don't know the name of this but you're supposed to hold on to the metal handle and sort of slide yourself to and fro the railings...

Ben having a go at walking on the field...

And he runs off further in and hubby had to chase after him to stop him from walking further as we realised there are dog poos all over the field. Yeah, some really irresponsible people who walks their dogs in the park but don't have the basic manners to clean and bag up their dog poos. Sigh...

We left at 7pm, before the mosquitoes started their blood sucking missions. Nice sunset sky huh?

This is my 1st GTKY post ever since I moved out of Blogger to my own self-hosted website. So, here goes this week's questions for you guys to know me a little bit more...

1. What is YOUR definition of sexy?

I'd have to say confidence.

2. Would you rather clean up puke or change a poopy diaper?
Done both. Not really grossed out with either.

Though one time I actually felt a bit grossed out cleaning up a puke... from my 1st niece. I'm not sure why I did the cleaning instead of her parents who just sat there looking at me cleaning and scrubbing the floor, but it was at my house and we're actually doing a birthday party for Ben, so I figured I gotta clean up the mess before the other kids get grossed out more! I think I'm grossed out at the fact that I'm cleaning puke when the parents should be the one doing it?

As for poop, when Ben started taking solids at 6 months old, I actually started a solid journal log, noting down what he ate everyday, whether he pooped that day, and whenever I can, I even took pictures of his poop. Somehow I felt that its good to do so, in case he felt sick and I need to show to the paed what he has been eating and what he has been pooping out. Still kept that journal. I'm OK with his puke, poop whatever... and I'm glad I have a good sense of humor when he got me into shitty situations like this:

(*Picture of Ben at 3 months old jet-spraying his poop on my lap)

3. Are you an introvert or an extrovert?
Definitely an introvert. Real shy upfront.. but I guess when you get to know me more, I'll open up and be extrovert.

4. If you had to give up one of your 5 senses for a year..which one would you give up?
Ermm.. how about hearing? At least people can still write and I can still read and reply back, right?

5. Cake or Pie?
Definitely cake!

6. If you could play any character on TV (old or current) who would you play?
Nothing I could think of for now. Have not been watching much TV anyway...

7. My favorite website is.....?
Erm... will it be too vain to say it would have to be my own website? Oh come on, I put in so much hardwork into getting my own domain, designing everything from scratch so I think it should be my favorite website!! Hehehe...

8. The highlight of my day is....?
When Ben takes his daytime naps or when he goes to sleep after 10m+. That's when I can get down to my own blogging and catching up on my friends' and relatives' updates in Facebook and stuff.

That's all for now! Thanks for reading!

On this exact date, around this time 2 years ago, I was in the bathroom. Getting nervous, unsure whether I'm doing the right thing... or doing it right... I've been hiding this secret from my hubby for a couple of days, and I've finally gotten the courage to do it and any minute now, I'm going to find out...

Tick * Tock * Tick * Tock * Tick * Tock *

Yeap!

TWO LINES!   IT'S POSITIVE!!

(*Btw, this photo was taken on 11th July 2008 cos I only remembered to do so the next day hahaha...)

I was excited, am not sure whether I should scream (and immediately decided not to as I'm still in the bathroom) and quickly planned how I should break the news out to hubby. As I was  thinking, I quickly cleared up all the box and instructions that came along with the pregnancy test box. I've been dreading the trip to the pharmacy from the day before to buy the pregnancy test, not because I don't want to get pregnant, heck, we've been trying for 3 months by the way. Anyway, I dread the pharmacy trip to get the pregnancy test kit because I was super duper shy and nervous. You have no idea how long I spent walking around the pharmacy, thinking which brand I should get, is it effective, is it time to use one (I mean, I was just a day late from my regular menstrual schedule), am I overreacting and is the pharmacist going to give me a weird look for buying one? In the end, I just grabbed the cheapest one and quickly pay and rushed out.

So on this date, around this time 2 years ago, I finally sneaked the pregnancy test kit into the bathroom with me, took my shower and did the test. Peed  into the container provided in the test kit, use the syringe and squirted some of the piss onto the stick and waited. And then got myself all nervous thinking, should it be the first few drops of piss or the mid stream or the last few drops? And will the food I had earlier interfered with the test results? Am I doing something stupid here?

And then the results appeared. And I forgot all my nervousness. Looking at that 2 lines, I told myself 'Oh gosh... I'm a mummy now!' I almost wanted to cradle that test stick and then I realised it had my pee on it. So anyway, after clearing up all the mess and cleaned up the test stick, I went out and waited for hubby to settle down. He was resting on the bed waiting for his turn to take his bath, so I asked him 'You want to see something?' then I showed him the stick. He was excited seeing the results cos we're officially now stepping into another level in our lives.

We're bringing a new life into the world.

(*Picture of Ben at 3 months old with me)

The rest as you all know, are history. Our dearest precious darling son is now 16 months old, he has mummy's eyes and mouth, daddy's ears and nose, and grandpa's big feet and height. Of course with my menses coming back into my life after 25 months (of bliss without one!) it also means I'm fertile again. Of course, we've been hearing family members and friends asking 'So when's the next one coming?' and I'm like not answering... sigh.... I don't know, for me, when I have the next one, Ben is going to have to stop breastfeeding soon and I don't want that. Am not going to rush into having the next one yet until Ben is a bit older, perhaps 2 years old+ or something...