Glory loves me!!

Mummy Mummy I Love You, 

composed and performed by Glory Faith Wong.

Lyrics


Mummy mummy I love you.
Mummy mummy I love you.
Mummy mummy I love you.
Oh Mummy mummy I love you.
Repeat

petty battles

I had just finished writing a devotion about Jonah, about how he wanted Nineveh to get the punishment they deserved, and not the mercy they need. I wrote that we should be wishing others well, deserving or not.  I wrote that God's like that - giving us Jesus while we were sinners, while we were his enemies. Writing is so easy isn't it? But when someone comes along and steps all over my toes, then returns to step on those she missed, the test is here. Ok... so i did complain to munch a whole lot.  So i devised ingenious plans to turn things back at her.  So i thought poor thoughts of her. But i also did try to stifle them and forced myself to wonder what Jesus would do, and try to persuade myself that it doesn't really matter... and i won't act on my "ingenious" plans, nor sully her reputation by complaining to anyone else. anyway, whatever. i can deal with it. in the big scheme of things, it really doesn't matter. so, yeah.  Woman, i wish you well.

Oh phew!

Was suddenly unwell last Tuesday night, and spent the entire night throwing up.
Threw up so many times, i stopped counting (it was more than 10).
Threw up so many times there was no food left, no bile left, (almost) no water left in my tummy.

I seriously hate vomitting. I hate the giddy feeling. I had congratulated myself that i wouldn't be having any more of it, now that i'm past the child-bearing stage (haha), but i guess i forgot that there are other things that make one puke.

The Doctor palpated my stomach and asked, "Have you had your period?"
"Huh?"
"Any possibility you are pregnant?"
I vehemently declared it was impossible, but a seed of fear had been planted... WHY did she ask such a question AFTER feeling my stomach? Did she feel something - like a water bag, or a little kick perhaps?

Then the other signs came fast and furious.

I was bloated and gassy.
I was extremely sensitive to smell.
I had pineapple tart craving - and they had to be the rectangular golden-pillow type.
I was a little more forgetful and blur.
I was still nausea after almost 5 days.
I noticed new hair popping out on my scalp, as if on preggy-hormones again.
I teared watching the Ukraine Got Talent video that Danny sent out.
I, together with a heavily pregnant colleague, did not feel cold during a meeting, where others were complaining how chilly it was.
I was tired and milk flow was slow.

I wiki-ed and found out that our contraceptive method had 2% preggy rate when used perfectly, and a 10% -18% average preggy rate.
And all along i thought i was 99% safe.

With great trepidition, i rushed off to Watsons to get a test kit.

Tested, and it was negative! *cue Hallelujah Chorus*

Husband and i are now gonna celebrate with Moscato and cheese.

After that, we would probably be going to bed with Celeste sleeping between us.

I bet that is an even better contraception than Durex.