It had been slightly more than half a year past since I last blogged.
It had been slightly more than half way mark to this pregnancy.
It had been slightly more than half way mark of Aung's last in camp training.
Time truly flies at a an amazing speed. So fast that sometimes, the daily moments that took our breathes away vanishes the very split second we experience it. So fast that that most of the time, we have no time to reflect on our pains and losses and wait upon our tears to dry.
2012 is slightly more than half way gone.
Maoster is almost reaching the end of his K2. I really don't want him to grow up so fast. Not only this means getting into a compulsory 6 years education with smelly, stinky boys who probably will tell him things that I have been sheltering from as well as expose him to adventures that will cause my heart to stop beating more than ever. Of cos, there is this waking up at 6am forever for the next 6 years and beyond. I thank God for Maoster - my daily dosage of sunshine and a source of joy. He develops a love for language and humour and unfortunately inherited my sense of numerical nothingness. Like his dad, his love for animals and nature are commendable - refusing the air-con at times to save the polar bears; refusing to talk to his friend because his friend were putting animals in distress. His humour is one thing that I adore - one wink, one look, one expression tells me he gets it when I say the funnest thing. Sometimes, he contributed it and gives the entire family a good laugh. Above all, we love his tender heart. His heart not to bring harm to others, his heart for animals, his heart for the younger ones, his heart for his friends, his heart when deciding to obey despite his preferences and will. His heart for God. Once, I asked him how much did he give God during tithe - he said I gave the golden coin and all of my heart. Some people wonder how is he going to survive this big world with such gentleness especially when he is a boy. However, is this tenderness and gentleness in him that sets him apart and we know that God will use such a tenderness to greater use IF he still has it with him when he grows up. Well, we will see.
Work has been usual. It was a busy early half year with major projects etc. It slacked back a little. I shan't talk much about how much I want to challenge the system, process or the management however, I am always reminded why I am here on a daily basis when I go to the classroom. After 4 years, I still love teaching. However, I am not saying that I am dejected or disappointed when I do not get the rewards that I had hope to get in material ways but for now, the passion is enough to let me get by and not let me think too much about it.
Slightly more than half way mark in my pregnancy.
Keeping all fingers crossed and looking up all the time, I am now almost 6 months pregnant. After Maoster, this is my fourth attempt. Many people who knew about this finds me brave, courageous and some finds me extremely foolish and suicidal. How do I see it? I dunno actually. I just walked through it with alot of help, support, tears, hope and faith. And we wait for the best. The best that we do not know. It could be positive, it could be negative. I am so glad I do not hold the future. I will die of a panic attack every single day.
Did this pregnancy change anything? Yes in a way. I am less "attached" this time and just take things one day at a time. I have NOT bought a single thing for the baby. I have NOT thought about a name for the baby ( although I do admit I have a list somewhere in my mental state). December 21 is the finishing line - I hope to be there this time with a arm candy as my trophy.
It is also amusing to find people giving me the "OH, IT's ok lah, it's a boy! Can try for a girl next time conversation or look. I LOVE BOYS. I think I will love girls ( Aung would) but both of us are already so thankful that we got thus far. I am thrilled with a 2nd boy. Mummy's boys you see. However, I do think shopping for girls will be so much more interesting.
Slightly more than half way of Aung's last reservist.
My long suffering Aung went for his last reservist lasting for 3 weeks. 3 long weeks and his camp is always the super -shiong type. I only get to see him one weekend and a brief moment of 2 hrs one weekday and that's it. He is gone most of the time. I get to be 200% parent and taking up all the duties that he had been doing it all these while.
He is indeed my better half. He makes the milk. He drives his son around. He brings me towel when I bathe every single day and brings in a cup of drink by the side of the bed every single night. His consistency and commitment to our family and relationship is amazing. I have never heard him complain about giving us all his time and energy. Bless his heart.
3 more months till the end of 2012. I pray that the next 3 months will be delightful. I feel like a brat. I want nothing short of happiness and pleasant surprises. I know that trials and sufferings bring along resilience, rewards etc but I want nothing of that BUT GOODNESS and HAPINESS and JOY and PROSPERITY and LOVE and LAUGHTER. Yup. That's the brat in me talking now. God, let me be a brat please for now!
It had been slightly more than half way mark to this pregnancy.
It had been slightly more than half way mark of Aung's last in camp training.
Time truly flies at a an amazing speed. So fast that sometimes, the daily moments that took our breathes away vanishes the very split second we experience it. So fast that that most of the time, we have no time to reflect on our pains and losses and wait upon our tears to dry.
2012 is slightly more than half way gone.
Maoster is almost reaching the end of his K2. I really don't want him to grow up so fast. Not only this means getting into a compulsory 6 years education with smelly, stinky boys who probably will tell him things that I have been sheltering from as well as expose him to adventures that will cause my heart to stop beating more than ever. Of cos, there is this waking up at 6am forever for the next 6 years and beyond. I thank God for Maoster - my daily dosage of sunshine and a source of joy. He develops a love for language and humour and unfortunately inherited my sense of numerical nothingness. Like his dad, his love for animals and nature are commendable - refusing the air-con at times to save the polar bears; refusing to talk to his friend because his friend were putting animals in distress. His humour is one thing that I adore - one wink, one look, one expression tells me he gets it when I say the funnest thing. Sometimes, he contributed it and gives the entire family a good laugh. Above all, we love his tender heart. His heart not to bring harm to others, his heart for animals, his heart for the younger ones, his heart for his friends, his heart when deciding to obey despite his preferences and will. His heart for God. Once, I asked him how much did he give God during tithe - he said I gave the golden coin and all of my heart. Some people wonder how is he going to survive this big world with such gentleness especially when he is a boy. However, is this tenderness and gentleness in him that sets him apart and we know that God will use such a tenderness to greater use IF he still has it with him when he grows up. Well, we will see.
Work has been usual. It was a busy early half year with major projects etc. It slacked back a little. I shan't talk much about how much I want to challenge the system, process or the management however, I am always reminded why I am here on a daily basis when I go to the classroom. After 4 years, I still love teaching. However, I am not saying that I am dejected or disappointed when I do not get the rewards that I had hope to get in material ways but for now, the passion is enough to let me get by and not let me think too much about it.
Slightly more than half way mark in my pregnancy.
Keeping all fingers crossed and looking up all the time, I am now almost 6 months pregnant. After Maoster, this is my fourth attempt. Many people who knew about this finds me brave, courageous and some finds me extremely foolish and suicidal. How do I see it? I dunno actually. I just walked through it with alot of help, support, tears, hope and faith. And we wait for the best. The best that we do not know. It could be positive, it could be negative. I am so glad I do not hold the future. I will die of a panic attack every single day.
Did this pregnancy change anything? Yes in a way. I am less "attached" this time and just take things one day at a time. I have NOT bought a single thing for the baby. I have NOT thought about a name for the baby ( although I do admit I have a list somewhere in my mental state). December 21 is the finishing line - I hope to be there this time with a arm candy as my trophy.
It is also amusing to find people giving me the "OH, IT's ok lah, it's a boy! Can try for a girl next time conversation or look. I LOVE BOYS. I think I will love girls ( Aung would) but both of us are already so thankful that we got thus far. I am thrilled with a 2nd boy. Mummy's boys you see. However, I do think shopping for girls will be so much more interesting.
Slightly more than half way of Aung's last reservist.
My long suffering Aung went for his last reservist lasting for 3 weeks. 3 long weeks and his camp is always the super -shiong type. I only get to see him one weekend and a brief moment of 2 hrs one weekday and that's it. He is gone most of the time. I get to be 200% parent and taking up all the duties that he had been doing it all these while.
He is indeed my better half. He makes the milk. He drives his son around. He brings me towel when I bathe every single day and brings in a cup of drink by the side of the bed every single night. His consistency and commitment to our family and relationship is amazing. I have never heard him complain about giving us all his time and energy. Bless his heart.
3 more months till the end of 2012. I pray that the next 3 months will be delightful. I feel like a brat. I want nothing short of happiness and pleasant surprises. I know that trials and sufferings bring along resilience, rewards etc but I want nothing of that BUT GOODNESS and HAPINESS and JOY and PROSPERITY and LOVE and LAUGHTER. Yup. That's the brat in me talking now. God, let me be a brat please for now!
My favourite people this 2012. Voted by me.
1 comment:
Super Like! sorry I didn't keep to the promise of organising a meet up..but am so glad and happy for you !
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