WHOOOPEEE! Nuffnang is finally in AUSTRALIA! I’ve been waiting for them to open so that finally BLOGGERS have a community platform thingie to have an excuse to get together and party up! I’ve had a look at the events that they hold and the cool stuff bloggers can get themselves into like tickets and meet up with celebrities etc… EXCITING STUFF MATE!! OH… and there’s a great chance of being paid just to blog! Awesome for my unemployed pregnant self.

So yeh… if you’re a blogger or you know a blogger… Don’t be selfish and share abit about NUFFNANG! The more the merrier and the bigger parties we can have!!

OH… I’m seriously not totally bias because its Dave’s project… I was infact the one that told him about it.  Google “Nuffnang” to find out all the great things about it too!

So yes the other day I bought a few extra pair of undies as I am slowly expanding out of my current ones just like when you over fill muffin cases and disaster happens when you’re baking them.

Anyway, I had to take Arielle to a chiropractic appointment I had this morning and as I was changing out of my clothes into the robes… Arielle had a puzzled look on her face.

“Arielle… are you ok? What are you looking at?”

“Your undies mummy… you’re wearing boy undies. Why are you wearing boy undies like daddy’s ones?”

HAHAHA! How do you explain to a 4-year old Ladies BOY CUT undies????

This is a conversation Arielle and I had last night after her bath/shower.

She gets out of the shower/bath and as I am drying her off… she kept looking at herself in the mirror. This has been a small thing that I have realised that is occuring more and more often… where she keeps ‘checking herself out” in the mirror. It annoys me.

So I said to her ” Arielle… you know you’re beautiful right? But when you look at yourself in the mirror so often… it becomes vanity. Being VAIN is not a good thing. I’m sure God wouldn’t want us to be vain.”

Arielle replied…” What is Vain?”

“Um, its like when you spend too much time looking at yourself in the mirror and you only think about yourself. Like being selfish but more on the way you look.”

“Oh… then why did God invent mirrors if he didn’t want us to be vain?”

“ERm… God didn’t make mirrors. Man did. And the person that probably did invent mirrors could have been vain.”

“Oh ok.”

I was thinking in my head “PHEW! Lucky she stopped there…”

THAT’S right! I DID IT!!! After my agro shopping experience at Camberwell Market, we went to Chadstone, and I forced myself to atleast HAVE a look. In the end…

I got a pair of jeans. I got over it… I guess… BUT I HAVE to admit…

AS bloody shallow as it is… um… atleast they’re tagged XS

I have clearly ‘outgrown’ all my current clothes so today we made a trip to Camberwell Markets today. YIPPEEE… I thought… but as I rumaged through other people’s clothes… I got more annoyed because I really didn’t quite know my current size, and nor would I want to buy something that I may outgrow… in a few weeks! I felt like such a tight ass and the longer we were there, the more upset I got. (Hormones?? hehehe) Anyway… I wore this. A skirt I bought at Camberwell say a good 9 months ago not realising… it was too big. so it has all worked out well.

This look reminded me of my highschool days when I always tried to hitch up my skirt hem lengths…

So to class it up alittle I wore the belt higher up which was fine for the photo and the ride in the car to Arielle’s school but after that… I felt like I was suffocating! In the end I just wore it as a tent. BLEH.

I am HUGE! Say I am about 9 weeks now but I am definitely showing my baby bump unlike when I had little Arielle when I didn’t even show until I was like… 16 weeks. My Doc did say that it was normal to be alittle quicker on showing because this is the second one. PHEW! A few of my friends joked that I may be having twins which at that time was funny… but now that it has sunk in… It felt like a possibility. NOPE… ultrasound only confirmed ONE mini Dave/Grace.

When I had Arielle, I refused to wear maternity clothes. I still stand by it. I don’t really know why but I figure that I don’t really want to spend extra money for the short time I’ll be huge. Also atleast that when #2 is out, I don’t have much more of an excuse BUT to go back to my original size because I had no clothes in the wardobe that fitted.

To think about that… that doesn’t make sense either because TODAY I HAD TO GO BUY NEW UNDIES!!! Size 12 infact. So anyway after #2 pops out… I will still have Size 12 undies in my drawers that I have already spent money on which may make me lazy and not bother to slim back down.

BLEH …NOTE to self: Don’t listen to yourself or take yourself too seriously for now because you don’t make much sense.

When you’re either trying to conceive, you’re suppose to increase the level of folic acid so that it may reduce the risk of spinal bifida. It is also reccomended for the first trimester of your pregnancy. It makes sense considering your body is making a baby and hence will require that extra bit more nutrients - for you and baby.

Baby #2 is now due on the 11th of June! Dave is doing a count down… All confirmed with the nice Singaporean ultrasound woman. But because we didn’t really plan for this little one, I was eager to start popping some extra nutrients into my little body to help with the baby making process.

THIS IS WHAT WE ENDED UP WITH!

HOW HUGE ISSIT!!!!!?????

The first morning I thought that it was almost impossible for me to swallow that chunker so I thought I’d improvise on HOW I will get it into my body.

Tools at hand. I first tried to pin it hoping that all the stuff would ooze out onto a spoon where I would be able to easily mix it up with my juice…..BUT it proved to be much tougher than I thought. The substance in it was the texture of watery playdough. So as you could it imagine… it was a little difficult trying to squash it all out… and hence that’s why the knife it in that picture. Yeh I then tried to saw this tablet in half to get the contents out.

Anyway… FINALLY IT COMES OUT… AND  when I tried to mix it into my juice…. IT just didn’t.

I even tried mixing it up with two spoons just like how I try to get rid of lumps when you make pancake dough… but again… it just didn’t.

So in the end.. all the juice was ingested… the supplement… was not.

So after all that effort… I just had to swallow it the NORMAL way. So what I thought began as a good idea and one that will save me ended up with me having yellow fingers (from the iodine), one wasted supplement tablet, and one extra toilet trip (from having to drink an extra cup of juice to get it down the second time). BLEH!

I have just fixed the two tabs : ABOUT and ARCHIVES. Well… I didn’t really fix the archives one considering I’m not quite sure what the function of an archives tab is…. so I just changed it to open up a different pages anyway.

I AM AWESOME!. Hehehe… you know how there are tasks that you have negatory idea about but you’d give it a go anyway because you’re bored and then WHEN you actually do fix it… IT IS SUCH AN AWESOME feeling???

THIS is one of them! WooHoo! I was actually able to fix the actual CODE for this site to WORK for me!!! YYIIIHARR!!! Silicon Valley….. watch out here I come! (hmmm…maybe not for a job but a boob job?)

It was almost like the movie in that it was one bad experience after another, but in retrospect… it wasn’t all too bad. I think.

Dave and I spend a night at the Werribee Mansion over the weekend. When we first arrived, they created some payment issues - the room had already been paid for… but they still insisted that we needed to pay. This took about 30mins to resolve. Then as I got hungry…like a pregnant woman does… we ordered turkish bread and dip and a bowl of fries with ketchup. I’ve been having weird cravings when all I want to eat is just ketchup. Anyway… the bread arrives… and they were MOULDY! That’s right… they tried to feed me basic penicilin with my bread. GROOOSSS. The waiter sheepishly took the food away but offered no apology NOR an option to change my order. By then I was happy with another bowl of chips instead….with my ketchup.

Dinner… was crap. BUT I did get to drink a virgin mary, and I ate my french duck cuisine dipped in ketchup. So, it was KINDA crap… but I was a happy camper.

Oh well… God has wired me in a way that when I go to bed… I tend to forget the day before… ALL including bad experiences… or even arguments that I had (lucky for Dave… )… So the next morning was a brand new day.

Buffet breakfast… you CAN’T possibly go wrong right? WRONG. I started with bread because I was just way too hungry waiting for the hot breakfast…bread tastes really good when you’re starving! Anyway, Dave ordered poached eggs on wild mushrooms… YUMMO… while I ordered the Chorizo Omellette.

Out came my dish… and I was like HAR? Why issit white? Where’s the yellow stuff… and the brown chorizos?? Aparrently this it the healthy 3 egg white omellette. Perhaps the waiter made a personal judgement thinking that this asian skinny girl has an unusually odd stomach pot and needs to stay away from the unhealthy and just try to eat healthy??? Bleh.

Anyway… in the meantime while waiting for my unhealthyish brekky… or sometime before that (I can’t remember…) the waiter spilt both my juice and Dave’s juice unto our tables…

YUMMO… THIS I MORE LIKE IT! GIMME THE FATS AND THE CHOLESTROLS! Hey… I did eat up the tomatoes and rocket too…

So come my fruit… this was the first time I have ever had to cut my own mango at a restaurant. Hmm… perhaps I wasn’t suppose to take the mango from the fruit basket… MAYBE it was for display purposes… OH WELL… to Dave’s horror… and embarrasment… I managed to cut it up with my butter knife… which definitely… after eating it all up… made me a happy camper.

Then it was off to visit where Harry Potter lived…. The Werribee Mansion.

The beds were so small even in the master room, that you think perhaps hobbits used to occupy this place.

There were more to discover around the house… like a tunnel to a different dimension!

Or if you were an egg… you could have this bird sit on your head until you hatched.

Or… if you’re lucky… a Mansion ghost will visit! FREAKY!!!

All in all… despite the the duds … it was an experience… and Any experience reminds me that I’m alive and can be grateful that I just can.