After 34 weeks, 2 gynaes, pretty much uneventful ( thank God for that ) pregnancy, she’s finally ready to pop. As much as we have tried to prepare, taking multiple trips to second, eldest sister, bishan biaojie house, to take stuffs, and not to mention fy also passing us some stuff ( books for as old as 7 yo lol ), booking the confinement nanny at 2.7k, attending endless baby/mummy events to learn more, finishing a 6 or 8 classes by ‘legendary’ wong boh boi’s class, trying to settle the damn car, now all that’s left is the cot.

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For the past few months, I have been training in badminton extensively, 3-4 times a week, totalling about 13-16 hours a week. I have managed to lower my weight from 104 to 99.9 as of today. It’s been a very tiring few months, but of course i enjoyed every second of it.

It’s very exciting, but at the same time, very scary. Imagine your every action, every word, and every experience you create with him, will affect his life. No i’m not exaggerating. Look at all the people on the street – how many of them are weird because of ‘some childhood experience’. It’s a big responsibility, and I would think that we need to try our best so that we have no regrets in the future. Mind you that even if we try our very best, we will still make some mistakes.