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15 January 2007
Thinking too much
Being a mummy to be is fun.. somedays, whereas somedays it's a disastor... Never know how the brain of a mummy to be functions and twirls like the whirlpool. I was home having dinner with my hubby of cos.. We had our favourite.. Yoshinoya.. It's one of my cravings.. but no a big one... After a feast full of food, as usual, i laid at my lazy spot, just watching TV with hubby. Suddenly i doze off, only to be awaken by someone playing with my tummy. And of cos, it has to be the daddy, who else rite? He was stroking my tummy in circles, like somehow talking to the baby.. Felt so good.. Kekek.. First time mummy's all want attention, from everyone, isn't it? (or is just me, i hope not). Must be wondering where is the disasterous part, it was sleeping time, i had a nightmare and a terrible one. Dreamt of myself having a miscarriage. And no one seems to care what i say or do.. Was trying to save my baby, who was coming out from my belly button, like kangeroos. Funny but true. I woke up with a tear on my cheek. Haiz. I thnk i am thnking too much..

~ { 11:10 AM }
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