Tot I owed u guys some updates of my life.
1. Abt two weeks ago, the Number 1, dragging No. 2, went to London and a crisis happened. So, during the CEO Update which No. 1 and No. 2 went weekly (well, No. 1 just kinda tag a long, it was No. 2 who took the heat and all), guess who went to take up the heat? Me! It was my first encounter with the CEO, who fired like machine gun. I knew the firing would come, prayed a lot that I won't break down and cry. Dah nak kena fire, nak buat camne. BUt the most important thing is, he approved whatever mitigation plan I put forth on the table. So that's kinda satisfying!
2. We went for check up to see the baby inside my womb. Yup. It's still a girl.
3. I got my Man a pair of Calvin Klein Jeans (which I never had one since the last two I bought cheap at Louisville Factory Outlet Store torn) and a shirt. He liked it!
4. We celebrated the Man's birthday (on Feb 4th) at his mother's place. (But of course, we met at home for me to give his birthday present and his birthday rompy-pompy session.... Yay!.. wife rulez). I bought Secret Recipe Choc Mud Cake (which I paid using Mastercard because the long line at ATM Machine near Midvalley and haven't paid, together with my lunch) and Mama had some lamb chop.
5. Right away after the celebration, I threw up twice at Mama's, and a few more times at home. I saw my breakfast inside the bowl, and everything I ate between morning to night. Was it gastric? Food poisoning? Overloading my own tummy?
6. Two weeks after, the same thing happen. I dragged the little boy's little chair into the toilet, practically putting my face into the toilet bowl until I saw my breakfast inside the bowl. Yuck!
7. The Man seriously and adamantly feel that the two series of face-inside-the-toilet-bowl is due to the carbonated drink. I think he is just jealous because his tummy can never take fizzy drink.
8. Still on celebration, we didn't celebrate Feb 14th. I silently felt good, thanking the numerous email we received through out the years on how Feb 14th was not supposed to be celebrated due to religious reason, that my Credit Limit is still below my alarming limit, after the bomb spent on CK Jeans. And Secret Recipe Choc Mud Cake.
9. Did I tell the last scan still shows that it's a girl?
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