Poor Little XD

Poor little XD is in trouble. And I am totally clueless to what I should do now. I don't want to lose XD, not after we have already bonded. My little baby, I will always love you...

Little XD

We did our Oscar Test on XD today. Little XD was all curled up and it took a lot of probing to get him/her to straighten up for the scan. Just 3 weeks ago, we saw the little limb buds moving. Today, we could saw the arms and legs moving around. I even took a good look at his/her face (2D profile only) and apparently, XD has CK's nose (similar to Sophie's nose). We would only get the results on Saturday so meanwhile, our fingers remained crossed.

XD At 12th Week

This was XD's image when we did the Oscar Test today.

Blessings

I should be thankful that Rose, my domestic helper, is relatively well trained in housekeeping work. Although she does not seem to talk much and she cannot really cook Chinese dishes well, she cleans thoroughly and she is willing to learn. I am currently trying to relinquish some of my time with Sophie to her. We will test out if she can handle art and craft sessions with Sophie. I need to train her how to interact and discipline Sophie while she does her work. It is challenging but possible. After all, I have trained teachers before so this should not be too tough. I just need to work out a schedule and a SOP. Meanwhile, I am lending Rose some of my books and showing her our blogs to get her more familiar with the sort of activities we do at home. If all is well, maybe I can even start training other domestic helpers in delivering art and craft sessions.

Blessings

I should be thankful that Rose, my domestic helper, is relatively well trained in housekeeping work. Although she does not seem to talk much and she cannot really cook Chinese dishes well, she cleans thoroughly and she is willing to learn. I am currently trying to relinquish some of my time with Sophie to her. We will test out if she can handle art and craft sessions with Sophie. I need to train her how to interact and discipline Sophie while she does her work. It is challenging but possible. After all, I have trained teachers before so this should not be too tough. I just need to work out a schedule and a SOP. Meanwhile, I am lending Rose some of my books and showing her our blogs to get her more familiar with the sort of activities we do at home. If all is well, maybe I can even start training other domestic helpers in delivering art and craft sessions.

Super Stressed Out Week

Before Sophie's fingal infection recovers, she is down with a fever. CK has been sick for a week and so has my mum. My dad is now showing signs of nasal congestion too. My skin is getting from bad to worse. Now there are red, angry-looking bumps that itch like nobody's business. My morning sickness has not improved either, in fact, my appetite has become worse lately. Even my cat, Bearie, injured herself and I don't know how bad it is. But from the way my dad described, I think she might need to see a vet.

Super Stressed Out Week

Before Sophie's fingal infection recovers, she is down with a fever. CK has been sick for a week and so has my mum. My dad is now showing signs of nasal congestion too. My skin is getting from bad to worse. Now there are red, angry-looking bumps that itch like nobody's business. My morning sickness has not improved either, in fact, my appetite has become worse lately. Even my cat, Bearie, injured herself and I don't know how bad it is. But from the way my dad described, I think she might need to see a vet.

Bad Mood

My life can be a lonely journey filled with worries, fears, unknowns, sadness and heartaches... sometimes. Today, I let my pessimism ooze out of my every pore and quite literally soaked myself in it, in attempt to exhaust its overwhelming power over me. I am still at the soaking stage, unfortunately. I don't really care how much a pain in the butt I must seem to be. And I doubt anyone who cares either. Everyone has their own story to tell so unless mine is exceptionally useful or interesting, who really bothers? I run out of fuel to even begin pouring out my sorrows to whoever willing to lend me an ear. I see no point actually. What can others possibly do to make things better? Oh yes, maybe just one thing - shoot me. However, that might lead to an epidemic of misery when my melancholy spills out of my body as I fall to the ground. That won't do either, will it? For even in my present state of self-indulgence and "teeth-clenching" sort of agony, I am still noble enough not to spread my disease to those around me. So I chose to swallow my bitterness and go to bed early. Perhaps I can seek solace in pleasant dreams or just simply find some peace in the darkness.

Bad Mood

My life can be a lonely journey filled with worries, fears, unknowns, sadness and heartaches... sometimes. Today, I let my pessimism ooze out of my every pore and quite literally soaked myself in it, in attempt to exhaust its overwhelming power over me. I am still at the soaking stage, unfortunately. I don't really care how much a pain in the butt I must seem to be. And I doubt anyone who cares either. Everyone has their own story to tell so unless mine is exceptionally useful or interesting, who really bothers? I run out of fuel to even begin pouring out my sorrows to whoever willing to lend me an ear. I see no point actually. What can others possibly do to make things better? Oh yes, maybe just one thing - shoot me. However, that might lead to an epidemic of misery when my melancholy spills out of my body as I fall to the ground. That won't do either, will it? For even in my present state of self-indulgence and "teeth-clenching" sort of agony, I am still noble enough not to spread my disease to those around me. So I chose to swallow my bitterness and go to bed early. Perhaps I can seek solace in pleasant dreams or just simply find some peace in the darkness.