Bun in oven

What’s that they say?

As a mother, I always repeat this to anyone who listens: EVERY CHILD IS DIFFERENT.

And now that I have Number Two all snuggling up in my belly, I can safely say that the differences extend to pregnancy.


So, Number Two.

The morning sickness is perpetual. It was terrible just a couple of weeks ago, I would lie down in bed immediately after husband got home. I still get the regular heaving on a daily basis and I did throw up more than the previous pregnancy, but the general sense of sickness has thankfully dissipated. With Aidan, I was sick all the way up till about 14 weeks or so and those days were bad. I had to take the train to and fro work and it was a nightmare. All I can remember is me clinging on to the pole for dear life as I tried not to retch in the jerky, stuffy MRT cabin. These days, I’d heave as I am driving and thank the gods that I am sitting in the air-conditioned comforts of my own car. Perspective, people.

I’m still tired as hell but hey, with a 20-month-old who does not sleep through the night, ANYONE would feel tired. Most days, I go to bed at 930 or so.

See, back when I was pregnant the first time, I had nothing else to care for. When I got home, I would lie down on the sofa and rest. Or I would watch mindless TV programs like “I Didn’t Know I was Pregnant!” and get all WTF over them. Now? Hah! I have to constantly chase after the little boy who cannot sit still. No time to lie down and moan about feeling sick!

Oh, Number Two.

We saw him/her the other day when we had our 9-week scan. My baby is, for the lack of a better word, a BLOB. Really. It was a blob with what looked like a tail. But he/she was clearly moving, the doctor pointed out. Too cute! I have a moving blob of a baby!

Also, please do not be as active as your brother. I’m not sure my aging legs and lungs can handle the two of you.

All’s good, we are proceeding with the OSCAR screening and I no longer have Dead Baby Thoughts.

Second time around, I am a chill mum.

Also, a mum who is crazy busy at work and dead tired after work, therefore has no energies to waste on Dead Baby Thoughts.

And who is going to bed now. At the late timing of 11pm. Goodnight grandma me.

The organised chaos

Me, myself and I

Over the weekend, I took off for a solo staycation.

That’s right. I left my boys at home and checked into a hotel all by myself. And it was the best thing that I have done for myself since I got married and got myself knocked up.

For the past five years since we have been married, I’ve only been away from husband once – when I went for a holiday with my cousins. And ever since my little man was born, I’ve never slept alone. There is always somebody in my bed. It’s just a matter of their sizes and how much space they take (you’d be surprised at how inversely proportionate this is).

With the constant night waking and the ever-present snoring from the Snorecerous Maximus, I have NOT had a good night’s sleep since I was in my 20s. Which was not too long ago. (HA HA HA.)

Plus, I have always scored a 50/50 for my Myers-Briggs test on the Extrovert/Introvert scale, which means that as much as I love being around people, I also recharge by being alone. Doing the stuff that I enjoy, like reading and watching movies and writing. By MYSELF. And that obviously has been in short supply for the past 20 months.

Enough is enough, I decided and searched for the perfect weekend hotel deal.

On Friday evening, I brought a little weekend bag with me to the hotel and began my solo time out.

Initially, I thought that I would be bored. Wouldn’t be able to sleep in a strange bed. Would get lonely. Would not know what to do with myself.

But I surprised myself. With just an iPad loaded with episodes of Grey’s Anatomy and three books, I kept myself holed up in the room and enjoyed every second of it. I was perfectly happy not to see anybody, I relished the sound of silence. Snuggling into the sheets with a book in my hand, I only ventured out when I had to feed myself. (I read! A book! Not something that was on Facebook or Twitter or New York Times. A book!)

It was perfect.

Oh, I missed my boys, I did. But I surprised myself by how little I missed them. I had expected it to be of epic proportions but it wasn’t.

And the uninterrupted sleep certainly helped. Heh. For the first time in what feels like forever, I slept and slept. And slept. There was nobody to wake me up. The sheets were crisp and comfortable, and I had a whole king bed to myself.

Sheer bliss.

I think I might have to do it again. 😉