Pregnancy Journal | Weeks 32 – 33

29 Things Only a Pregnant Woman Can Understand – I love this article that a friend of mine tagged me in on Facebook.  I can’t agree more with every single one of the 29 things.  However, pertaining to the past 2 weeks, point 15 rings particularly true.

I’ve since borrowed a carpet cleaner from my aunt and cleaned the carpet of my whole 3-storey townhouse.

I’ve done about 20 loads of washing in the past week, including pre-washing all of my newborn’s new clothes AND old clothes from Seth (mind you, they were already clean but you know, just in case they have been in the closet for too long).

Just in case I wasn’t busy enough with work and daily chores of my older son, Seth, I decided to do a complete Spring Clean of my walk-in.  That includes my hubby’s wardrobe as well.  I fished out 3 big garbage bags worth of clothing to donate to charity.

Still on the topic of my walk-in wardrobe, I decided that the hangers were looking a bit messy.  YES, the hangers, even though they already ALL face the same direction and are the same colour.  (I’ve always refused to have hangers of different colours or materials.  It drives me nuts.) Even then, I fell in love with those black velvet flocked hangers you can get from KMart $6 for 8.  So, over the course of a week, I went to KMart 3 times and got over 200 of those velvet hangers (so much so that the customer service lady remembers me.  I wonder what they think of this crazy pregnant lady with her hanger fetish…) and I’ve now changed all the white plastic hangers into the boutique-style black velvet ones.  YES – EVERY SINGLE HANGER IN MY WARDROBE.

Ahh….life feels good when things are organised.

Now what?  I’m exhausted.

Nesting during pregnancy

Nesting during pregnancy


If You Haven’t Worked a Day in Your Life, You Probably Don’t Love Anything

Jo Lau:

Totally agree. I love the realism and wit!

Originally posted on The Indisputable Dirt:

You’ve heard it before, the beloved aphorism from the ever-intriguing Confucius;

“Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.”


I’ve also heard it attributed to Albert Einstein, but the internet tells me that Confucius coined it, so we’ll go with that. Regardless, you’ve probably seen it in the form of a meme, pinned a thousand times on Pinterest, shared on Facebook, tweeted on twitter, etc…


 ^stuff like this^

I understand why the quote is so popular. There is something inspiring, something hopeful about it. It is just poetic enough to sound reasonable, just vague enough to withstand any serious scrutiny.

The only problem, of course, is that it is almost entirely false.

If the phrase was not so oft-quoted, if I did not think it influenced people’s decisions, I wouldn’t be writing this post. But from where I stand, this…

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Test Your Limits


I couldn’t have ever imagined being pregnant in my second trimester, having a kindergarten kid to look after and working; let alone having a taste of single motherhood. It really does give me insight into single mums’ life and how strong they are!

My folks were away for 7 weeks, my hubby for 3, leaving me with little to no help.

It’s true that you don’t know your limits until you put it to the test.

I have been truly proud of myself. I’ve managed everything on every front over those 3 weeks. I was strong both physically and emotionally.

Practised yoga every day, ate healthier than ever to ensure that I was a fit and healthy to look after, not just myself, but Seth and the little one growing inside me.

The household runnings were smooth. In fact, it might be cleaner than having my hubby around! (Sorry babe, but it does seem like you are the mess creator. Now I’m sure of it!)

I continued to teach at Seth’s school while battling through a very busy EOFY period for my role.

Last but not least, I still managed to find a social life balance, brunching with girlfriends and feeling good about myself!

The most important learning through this experience is knowing to ‘stay positive’ ALWAYS. And I can’t stress enough : ‘Stick with the routine’

“Run your own agenda. Don’t let the agenda run you over!”

My 32nd Birthday | Burnt Orange

I couldn’t have asked for more this birthday. I had my dearest friends join me for a relaxing, long lunch at Burnt Orange in Mosman. The weather was just perfect for it, as well.

Life’s journey is amazing. This year was the first time I had to book high chairs and pram spots for my birthday! In the past, I was practically the only one with a kid whom I would leave with my parents while I enjoyed my birthday celebrations with friends who had not started families. This year, almost everyone had a child (if not, two!).

When you take a moment to reflect, this is life and the amazing experiences it blesses you with. Thank you, Jesus, for blessing me with all that you have in the past 32 years and such a wonderful birthday!

Burnt Orange is the perfect spot for family-friendly long lunches. The food is absolutely amazing. There was a huge selection of salads and healthy lunch optionss. My BFF got me the Strawberry & Watermelon cake from Black Star Pastry, which I had been dying to try for a long time. Even after the cake, I still wanted to top up my sweet tooth with the Eaton Mess dessert on the menu. Sadly, we ran out of time for our lunch booking and didn’t have time to order dessert. Oh well! This poses the perfect excuse to go and have lunch again. The staff were very friendly as well. According to well known sources, the Watermelon cake is very challenging to cut. The restaurant staff did not seem to have any problems cutting it into the 12 pieces we had asked for. Well done!

I was showered with the perfect gifts. My friends just know me too well. They were all very practical things; I love practical gifts. They ranged from health products, yoga gear, soy candles, organic skincare etc.

The rest of the day was spent with the IBF, at the cinemas and a Korean dinner.

I ate twice the calorie allowance but I don’t feel guilty at all! It’s my birthday and I’m allowed to let myself go once in a while, right?








How To Be Compassionate Without Draining Yourself |Healthy Living

I’ve always wondered why I seem to attract ‘negative energy’. Well, not in a sense that I’m a negative person but more so that it seems I’m everyone’s Agony Aunt or the go-to person for depressing matters.

Over the years, I’ve found that I do get affected by the emotions that others share with me.

And my biggest problem? I don’t know where to draw the line and say, ‘no’, when I can’t cope. So, I’ve ended up letting others’ negative emotions affect me and instead of finding ‘compassion’ ( for myself as well ), I take in all the emotions until my emotional sponge is saturated with a particular depressing person/friend and when it becomes too much, I just shut off and distant myself away from him/her. And when I say ‘distant’, I mean a loooong distance whereby I avoid him/her for an extended period of time until I have recovered or until I have forgotten about how he/she made me feel. Most of the time, this doesn’t work because I would have exhausted myself by then and the ‘depressing friend’ has absolutely no idea why I decided to abruptly abandon him/her.

Now, I came across this article that was shared on Facebook. Gosh, could I relate to it??

So, it’s not just me after all ! I’m so thankful for this article by Judith Orloff and the tips it offers to what it describes as ‘empaths’, like me….

I feel like there are some easy management mechanisms that I need to adopt from the article.

Why I’m not a “true yogi”

Jo Lau:

Can’t agree more!

Originally posted on Yoga & Joyful Living:

I’ve come across an article that cheekily asks:

Are you obsessed with yoga? Are you a true yogi?

If in doubt, some guidance is being offered (as any psychologist will confirm, the person affected by an obsession is usually the last one to realise, so yes, we’re being thankful here!). Please, peruse with me the list that left me in a state of shock and inner turmoil. Why?

Well, as it turns out, I’m not a true yogi at all. Not a bit. I’m feeling awfully sorry for myself just now, but I’m working on it. Promise.

This bike must belong to a "true yogi".

This bike belongs to a “true yogi”. How can you tell? Read below.

So according to the list, to become a true yogiI should do the following:

  • Tuck my non-toxic yoga mat under my arm every time I leave the house. Sorry guys, but I practise at home. Every…

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