Hubby reminded me to take bird’s nest yesterday. And he said “don’t think I don’t know you did not eat last week”.  *smiles*  Well of course I knew perfectly well I accidently forgot to eat last weekend. Or more like pretending that the fact slipped off my mind. But ever since I admitted in my last post that I’m so prone to fake forgetfulness, hubby is being more alert and straight forward in reminding me to eat, and I never can get away with excuses like “ I’m too full at the moment”, “ don’t feel like it today cause I’m a little nauseous”, “can I eat it tomorrow?”.   He now rules with an iron fist. (just joking. Hehe… I knew he meant well )

 So I made a deal to share the bottle of bird’s nest with him yesterday, as he wasn’t feeling well too. But at last I let him have his way by finishing every bit of it, him watching intently and laughing at the awful face I made when I chew those gelatinous bits and swallowed them. -_- 

He always marvels at the fact that I always dreaded eating those and why do I find the smell so bloody appalling? It’s a bloody expensive food ok…I told him maybe because it was bottled; therefore it has that “fishy” smell. Maybe if he cooks it for me instead, I would react differently? Haha…

Anyway thank god there is only 1 bottle left, and the rest of the bird’s nest had to be cooked to be consumed.   And just because it’s supposed to be good for the baby, so I ate them no matter how badly I protested.  Although I tried to be cheeky and told hubby;

• Me: ah B is gonna get my side of the gene, which means having good skin. There’s no need for bird’s nest
• Hubby: well, at least we tried and eat all the nutritious stuff, instead of waiting until its too late and kicking ourselves over it if things don turn out as we wished
• Me: well, if ah B has pimply skin, means he/she got it from u. doesn’t matter what I eat….
• Hubby: eh, a lot of people were happy when they got pregnant because that’s the only time some of them get to eat bird’s nest ok?
• Me: well, my mum didn’t eat them, and I still have good skin….

Hubby just smiled at me, and of course I shut my big mouth and ate my first spoonful of that god-awful thing.

 (I forgot the actual order of the conversation, but basically that was the content. I just had to try to argue my way out of it, and finally relented after seeing the resigned look on his face)

It was a rainy morning, and considering the time we slept yesterday, I so not wanted to get out of bed. It was nice just to crawl under the comforter and lose myself in lala-land. Alas, hubby set alarm at 7am. Sob sob.

Well, yesterday night we had dinner with Joo Lee, Beejay, Jane, Teik Win and his wife Soon Shuen in gurney drive, and went to this pub with jazz band called G-spot ( yup guys, the name’s kind of kinky for a bar, considering they have a mocktail named Pussy foot). Because I had to work late, I left from the office instead with hubby to gurney. No chance to go home and freshen up first.

As always, we had lotsa fun chatting and laughing when meeting up like this. And the irony is although both Beejay and I had been in Penang for nearly 3 years, we had never went out for dinner except on the 2 occasions when Joo visits.

Well, yesterday we found out the reason why Joo would like to go to G-spot instead of Starbucks to have a drink after our dinner. Hiak hiak

And I wont disclosed it here. It is for us to know, and for you guys to find out from him. Haha!

Well today was a different story. As usual, hubby made me a glass of milk. And he said to cook “mee suah” for me for breakfast as we still have some minced meat. I said to go ahead with it, but I want to make tuna sandwich to be brought to office too. So while he was cooking, I asked him to open the can of tuna for me, and he accidently cuts himself. It was a deep wound and blood just spurted out on the floor, dropping everywhere. He quickly made it to the sink and put his finger underneath the running water (which I think was a bad idea because blood wont stop like this) so I got him 2 tissues and asked him to tilt his hand and press the wound to stop the bleeding. Finally the bleeding ease up, and wasn’t so bad, but I kept pestering him to go to the clinic to get the wound checked out, because I was afraid that he would need stitches. Ended up the doctor put some adhesive and water proof bandage over it.

I haven’t seen his finger yet, but it will be inconvenient for him for the few days to come. I had the same cut with a razor sometime back in university, and it’s really annoying because the index finger of the right hand is always being used, especially to hold, grab things and to type. The list is endless.

Get well soon dear, cos for now, I’ll have to do the dishes.

Week 12 ended with a bang, as you can read from previous post about the puking bouts. And even up until now I still feel the after effects of it. The left side of my tummy which was used to feeling pain whenever gastric kicks in feels raw and painful again. Time and again, up to a few times a day.

In fact I can barely recall any time I don’t feel slight pain there, compared to feeling the pain all the time.

It’s a pain that I can live with at the moment, but sometimes it can be debilitating, depending on the severity of it. Early this morning I woke up with such empty stomach that actually growls I had to eat something, so I downed a slice of bread (my first time eating when I’m supposed to be sleeping) and then went to sleep again.

But woe betide me, because I can’t possibly fell asleep for god knows how long. Dozed in and out, and when I finally did feel sleepy and intend to milk that for a longer run, the alarm rang.

Because I had tester at 8am today, so I had to wake up earlier than usual. Hubby heated up the porridge he made for me, and I ate a small bowl and brought another bowl to office. Gulped that down even before 9am. -_-

Today has been a rather slow day because I won’t have testers until 6pm, and I had to remote from home later. Eeek!

The only thing that keeps me going? Going back to hometown this weekend. Yay!

I was very full today after lunch, and while in the car on the way out of the car park, I asked hubby.

Me : guess what is the thing I wanted most right now? (looked at him expectantly)

Hubby: that’s easy. Bed!

Me: so smart ah you…

Hubby: you are so easy to figure out these days. There are only 2 things on your wish list. Bed, food, bed, food, bed, food, etc…

Me: awww, you made me sound like a loser who only eats and sleeps

Hubby : no la, it means I understand you…

Me : (made some faces)  

My pants are tight, it is impossible to sit without unbuttoning them especially after meal.

Sien~

My muffin top is getting worse. Is that normal? The embryo is so small, am I nourishing my spare tire instead??? Oh no!!~

I tried my hand at baking last Sunday evening, fully utilizing my new toy.

And yet I still prefer to hold the mixer with my hand instead of letting the bowl turns. -_-

My first attempt at lemon cheese cake left much to be desired, with excess of a bowl of topping which is now sitting in the fridge untouched.

I substituted icing sugar with castor sugar for the toppings and it was a big mistake.

No matter the duration/speed that I used to beat cream cheese, butter and sugar; speckles of sugar can still be seen.

In the end I gave up and reduce the toppings on my cupcakes.

Turns out the recipe which states that it is enough to cover 12 cupcakes turns out to be 3x or 4x more.

And I think the recipe did not use enough lemon or cream cheese for the cupcake itself. Hmmn…

Maybe next time I should try increasing or to decrease something.

In actual, I have no idea how it totally tastes like. Cos I had only 1 small bite after I’m done baking.

The smell during baking normally puts me off the end product, so I always ended up giving away what I baked. 

This round I kept 2 cupcakes for hubby, 1 for myself which is still uneaten and gave the rest away.

I don’t know what happen to those good Samaritans who ate them. Nobody is gushing over my cupcakes.

So I’m guessing it is not that great after all.

Sigh.. I’m always my worst critic.

with toppings

And spent a whooping ~800 in pursuit of material enrichment because my skincare ran out, got myself a perfume and a pair of loafer all at the same time. serves me right!

It’s about time to declare bankruptcy. sob sob