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Thursday, September 23, 2010

This time it really sucks big time.




My one and only craving is for the ultimate kind of food that'll burn a hole in his pocket.




And the only probable solution to my all-day morning sickness is sleep. Beauty sleep 24-7 if possible.




I don't feel like talking, eating, dressing up. In fact, I feel like dying half the time I'm awake.




Then there is my favourite who wishes to talk to only 'mommy' and addresses 'mommy' to his every speech, with no break in between. I've gotten so used to casually 'mmm-ing' and 'ah-ing' to his self-conversations that he actually commented one day that "Mummy I wasn't talking to you, you don't have to answer me you know".




And the little fat baby who gets sick every other two days and insists that I carry him each time he catches me in sight.




I'm just. So. Tired.




Yet its imperative that I please everybody.




I hope he understands. Yet I know for a fact that he has his needs to be fulfilled too. Having a pregnant wife doesn't justifies the fact that his needs have to be forfeited.




So what am I to do?




I don't even wanna go to the part where external gratification may solve the problem.




That thought just makes me even more depressed.




I'm just gonna think positive; act that way. Otherwise I'm just going to sink deeper into recess. And regress into the dark side.




Sigh. All the lamenting and ramblings are not really helping.




I'm just going to stop writing now.