Counting Days
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A few more days to the 31st, a few more days then to the 24th (hopefully the 20th instead) or else, a few more days to the 28th, and then a few more days to the 1st. I've got a series of milestones to look forward to, there's the usual questioning (I always question), and then the realization of how times have mellowed (or some may say, weathered) this argumentative, righteous bitch living inside of me. I'm a shell otherwise, a skin-wrapped mash of organs and liquid, with strange going ons running completely out of my conscious control within me. Interestingly, my bio-clock is obviously ticking, tick tick tick (I just carried yet another baby yesterday, and he almost puked on me), but this time around I'm just glad and thankful that someone wants me to be his baby incubator too.
A pregnant girlfriend was telling me how our hormones work, 'You know the moment you get married, and you do that thingy there, you sure get pregnant one ok… I guarantee…'
'Sure boh?'
'Eh, everyone around you is getting pregnant ok, this hormone thing, don't play play okay, you meet me I meet you, next thing you know you start to have your eggs coming out, haaaaaah, family planning, wait and see lah.'
'Got other ways one mah…'
'Cheh, if baby come you don't take meh? God give one woh.'
'Errr… I'm not married yet ok.'
'Can talk one mah.'
Pardon me but I'm getting goosebumps all over. I knew that our conversations would morph into THAT area one day, but hoi, after I get married only talk can ah? We're counting days only mah, be patient, be patient.
Obviously I'm talking to myself here.
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August 27, 2008 at 10:32 am
you’re funny~
August 27, 2008 at 6:37 pm
Keep counting days and not babies!
August 27, 2008 at 10:48 pm
hidup malaysia!
hopefully by the time ur babies arrive, aab sudah gulung tikar!
August 29, 2008 at 11:09 pm
happy merdeka
September 1, 2008 at 11:15 am
I don’t understand why everyone assumes that all women want to have babies, and all of us will start developing maternal instincts when “the time comes”. The baby talks, talking in baby languages, smells of baby talcum powder, it gives me goosebumps too.
It scares the shit out of me to think that I might one day be baking a bun of my own; at the same time, the thought of being labelled as an old maid with no womanly qualities (because I’m afraid of babies) scare the shit out of me too.
September 1, 2008 at 2:06 pm
taking care of babies and having a family takes great responsibility and just the thought of having to take care of a lot of stuffs gives me goosebumps that is why i always want to stay single.
September 2, 2008 at 5:19 am
babies are bad!
May 7, 2009 at 7:32 am
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