It's been a week of staying at home and doing nothing, just waiting for some actions from that little girl, but she's still enjoying herself in my tummy. And I know Cheeky is more anxious than me, messaging from time to time to see if I'm ok.
Actually idling around at home doing absolutely nothing feels quite good after all (well, for a week at least). Quite thankful that I'm going to miss the weekend-long meeting and all the stuff that I'm suppose to read and prepare before the meeting. Phew!!! The last week of work has been madness, chasing sales and tying up loose ends before going for my long break. Seems like in work life, the grass is always greener on the other side. Bumped into a few ex-colleagues over the past few months and the conclusion I gather is that changing job is like jumping from one shithole to another. I know there can never be a perfect company to work in, and neither am I aiming to be a high-flyer. I just want a 5-day work week job that I can go home on time and have good colleagues, that's all.
Driving around Sg for the past 1 year, I must say my driving and parking skills have improved tremendously, (how to not improve when I have to do like 10 parkings everyday?!) and so far I've only gotten 1 parking summon and got a small kiss from another vios in the carpark. It's fun to drive around actually, but it is tiring too.
Just went for gynae checkup again. 39 weeks and 1 day, everything still as per normal. But I can feel that she's on her way already. Kylie Chong, you better come out yourself within 1 week or you'll be forced out of my tummy....
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