6 weeks past

Ok so today I’m officially done with the Mat Salleh version of confinement and lil Ayra is 6 weeks old today. (By the way to those who haven’t noticed, I put up a link for the kiddo’s blog, which I have been *almost successfully* keeping since I was preggers, just so perhaps I shall be able to separate her development news from my rantings. Though I doubt I can stop from telling about her in here. Sorry, first-time parents’ excitement hehe)

So we have been out of the house, to visit a friend’s newborn son and to KLIA to send MIL off for her overseas trip. Nothing much to us oldies but I betcha it’s a big thing for the lil girl. She screamed her lungs out coz her sleep kept getting interrupted. Babies just love car rides don’t they, she sleeps almost immediately when in a moving vehicle and wakes up almost immediately when the said vehicle stops. I just need to keep taking her out to get her used to loud sounds, blinding lights and crowds of smelly noisy people. Not a very nice scene for a lil baby huh; but hey the parents need to go out and she has to, too. Hehehehe. Tomorrow we shall take her to MV for her second trip in the stroller and see how she fares. She has been to OU already hehehe.

Aaannyywwaayyyssss, back to ME. I swear the days and weeks just flew past lately. I wake up early in the morning everyday as the lil girl is now my alarm clock and she doesn’t go past 730am. Next thing I know, it’s lunch, then hubbs’ back from work, then dinner, then time for bed. And the day after Monday is Friday. Don’t even ask me about the date, I am truly lost. Next thing I know, 6 weeks has passed since that fateful Friday. And I suddenly realized I have put off a lot of things I thought I’d be putting off for a week or two, and now 6 has passed. Damn.

After 6 weeks of being the ugly unkempt MOM instead of a pretty wife (or MILF, in my wildest dreams), I made a resolution to try my level best to look more woman-ly for the hubby and yes of course for myself too and so that the crowd won’t go “Oh look at that lovely baby but the mom must be from some kampung in the outskirts of KL.” Really I kid you not. I actually went to OU in hubb’s big shirt, cotton pants and crocs. Did I mention I have failed to pay any attention to my hair, save for shampooing it every 2 days and tying it up in a ponytail ALL the time? My eyebrows look like a Snuffleupagus’s, I can’t even remember where I kept my foundation, blusher and perfume and I haven’t worn ANYTHING that can show my body shape. Not that I have gone incessantly fat over the weeks. Of course I gained some around the midriffs and, ehem, some other places but I could still fit into many pretty clothes, I just couldn’t be bothered to dress up proper. Thank God for the confinement and the pretty lil baby that got everyone gushing coz then they forgot to look at me and gawk at my new appearance. And hubbs would have been disgusted to even look at me hahaha.

So I have been trying to get my ass to exercise to lose some of the jiggles around the tummy. I have started with some, today. Ahahaha. And boy, does pregnancy and childbirth mess with ur body! I need to do more of them Kegels else I shall embarrass myself with incontinence the next time I have a laughing session with them buddies. I am not in any way trying to lose more weight, but a thin person with a jiggly tummy is just not an appetizing sight. Thank God for girdles haha though I feel so olddd to have to wear them. I love food now and I still eat like a horse and I am not attempting to stop being that horse. That means I have to work doubly hard to tighten the belly huh? I haven’t even attempted to get into any of my tight fitting previous life’s clothes, and perhaps it’s time I do. Nor did I measure my waistline. I’ll see if I can wear any of my old jeans tomorrow. *Fingers crossed*

We planned for an outing with the lil girl to buy her some pressies to keep her happy and clean tomorrow. And the day after, my mom has agreed to babysit the lil girl so that we can have some two-some time together. It will be a date to the salon as BOTH of us badly need a haircut, then lunch, then to the movies, just like old times. I have to get over this separation anxiety and this will be a start and a break I truly need. I’m dreading Sunday the same amount I am looking forward to it.

And I am STILL bleeding. Is this normal? How long are you supposed to bleed??