I am probably the worst blogger ever. There is more than a year gap since the last entry! In my defence, a lot of things have happened in the past year. We have moved countries twice, changed jobs, travelled the world, only to come back in Hong Kong where we belong. Little J is no longer a baby, but a little boy who wants to do everything by himself and is just a joy to mother day after day. I know every parents says this about their kids, and we all mean it. He is the light of our lives and makes all the trouble and bedrest so worthwile.
Enough gloating about my perfect son. Back to business. I am either really insane or suffering from amnesia because we are ready to try for another sunshine to light up our lives even more. How I will manage 6 months of bedrest with a toddler, I do not know. I haven't figured it out yet. All I can think about right now is how a newborn smells sooo good, how their tiny hands wrap around your finger and won't let go, and how it feels to have a baby you can cuddle non-stop as opposed to an 18 months old who is too busy pretending that a door stop is a truck. Hubby looked at me strangeley while I whipped up all my romantic memories from bedrest, trips to the hospital, fears, blood tests and IVF. But here we are, or rather, here I am, poking myself with needles daily and being so loaded up with hormones that I make Godzilla look like a fluffy puppy. I'll keep you posted...
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