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turns Cobbled Stones into Red Carpet

2012-01-31T19:43:00.000+08:00

The new papa-to-be decided that a sport utility vehicle is necessary for mama and mj. He had eyes only for a particular one in the market though. The new BMW X3. *hahah* No000, not the BMX 3! He braved sleepless nights on it for as long as we were pregnant. To buy or not to buy. Even when I said no, he never ceased thinking about it. He did not even dare head into the showroom for a test-drive in case it urged him further (with no excuses) to put a deposit on the joy ride.

Eventually, what edged him to the showroom? Eben asked if he wanted to sell his Audi A4 and Ben had to tempt Meyer with his newly-bought X3 over Chinese New Year! Eben's question reminded him that his current ride is valuing at a delightful high and if he waited any further, the value will only plummet when the A4 gets a facelift this year. Ben Ben Ben, he had to purchase it and put it right into Meyer's face on the second day of Chinese New Year. While we parked at a relative's home, my husband's first words were, "Basket! Who bought my dream car!"

So, the question now is, "Do we pump in the money for a liability?" or "Should we be investing this sum of money for the future?"

Sorry man. The seduction of this liability is too much for him to handle. He succumbed to the dark side. We put the deposit down today and decided on a white body with nevada leather in oyster (as shown).

Joy makes Dreams Come True

Joy wants You To Have It All

Bring Joy Home Now

Joy Begins Here

Joy Is Everything At Once

BMW made Joy their slogan and they have it everywhere in their showroom, brochure and website. The word has cheerful vibes to it and it was a very smart move. It actually made shopping euphoric minus the horrible services when we walked in without an appointment.

The design, technology and efficiency topped the hubby's list while comfort and space topped mine. It will be easy to bring mj out in the future (on my own) because the pram will fit right into the boot without having to fold it. Pop and Go. There is also a huge sun roof to entertain mj from the passing clouds instead of Barney & Friends! Oh Thank Goodness for that! But most of all, the humps and bumps on the roads are no longer an issue for the current sensitive pregnant me.

An Intriguing Experience

2012-01-18T21:52:00.001+08:00

I dream every night but the most fascinating one happened two nights ago.

It was dusk and I just alighted a bus. I walked towards my destination to meet Meyer when I met with a gang of three at the second traffic light. The girl said, "Let's rob her". She tried 'enlisting' a passer-by into their criminal act against me but *phew* this pedestrian refused and assisted me across the street.

When we reached the pavement on the other side, the threesome jumped on him and starting thrashing the daylights out of him. Poor guy. I was not spared ... I was assaulted with mj in my tummy. All I could care for at that moment was mj and I knew instinctively that I need to protect my baby.

With both courage and fear, I shielded my bulging belly from them.

How did I wake from my dream?

Just like mj knew what was happening, I was kicked on my right 5 times. All fast and strong. Gosh! Never had I experienced such furious kicks before. Was I beaten up by mj or was mj protecting me from the mob?

It is thought-provoking isn't it? Did mj feel my emotions for fear and pain? Did mj see the scenes in my head? Intriguing indeed.

For her, For me.

2012-01-17T12:57:00.002+08:00

Back when I was a child
Before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around ‘til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved

If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I’d play a song that would never ever end
How I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again

When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me, yeah yeah..
Then finally make me do just what my moma said
Later that night when i want to sleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me

If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never ever end
'Cause I'd love, love, love, love
To dance with my father again

Sometimes I’d listen outside her door
And I’d hear how mama cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me

I know I’m praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don’t do it usually
But dear Lord she’s dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream

Miracle

2012-01-11T15:36:00.017+08:00

When I say this baby is a miracle, no one can really comprehend the significance of my deliverance. Unfortunately, I cannot find a better word to describe mj's existence. I am filled with sentiments as I write, thinking about how far life has come.

I got married at twenty-five because I wanted a family. Meyer and I tossed baby names in our daydreams since nineteen. I wanted four while he would say, "stop at two". When we got married and continued with our travels (and indulgences), he realized that he is not ready for a baby. We were young and our lives should be celebrated right now. The sheltered belief of enjoying life at retirement is not applicable anymore especially when we saw how my mum's cancer wrecked her golden years (and ours). We want to enjoy today like it was the last and that drew upon our current lifestyle. Saving for retirement is critical and so while luxuriating, we still must have the far-fetched future in mind.

People always think that life events will fall in place. I, too, felt that EVERYTHING in my life will fall in place. We will play, study, work, date, get married, have children, grow old and die peacefully. What a dream huh.

That is when we decided to keep protected for a year. A year passed and we were relishing in our marriage; without the duty of being parents. Meyer was loving his life so much, he thought it might be a good idea being childless! Wow! Sports Cars! Travels! Private Home! All the money for our own merriment! His wife wanted a baby though so he okay-ed. But Stop At One! *haha* "They are money suckers!" he would say. We didn't know then that One may be all we can ever wish for.

We were so sure a child will come our way since we lifted our 'ban'. 2008 ... 2009 ... 2010 ... 2011 ... with every 365 days, we were still childless. My husband's philosophy of life was becoming true while I sunk into the deep. We sought help from Chinese and Western medical practices. It did not help when my mum's dying wish was to have a grandchild. Gosh was I pressured with everything going on in my life.

2009

- Mother stressing for a grandchild

- Gynecologist says let nature takes its course

- Gynecologist finally being convinced to check on Meyer

- Results: Not Good

- Gynecologist did not check on me

- Requested for IUI

- Husband disagreed

- Went TCM: I am too 'cold' while Meyer's too 'hot'

- Quit job

2010

- Mother had cancer relapse

- Full-body check up suggested I had possibilities of ovarian cancer

- Start school
- Volunteer

- Mother stressing for a grandchild

- Saw the Chinese doctor every week for daily dosage of medication

- Gave up

- Got stressed by in laws, not for conceiving but to be the 'mother' of their second son's new-born because every one needs to work (except me cause all I do is to go to school, volunteer and care for my ailing mother)

- I was assigned to bath, feed, play, clean the baby when he was born

- I was assumed the task of planning the baby's first month party

- I was pulled into the discussion of how their two dogs are to disappear in their lives because the baby is more important
- Oh Piss Off. Seriously affected.

- Saw a fertility doctor

- Him: little live sperms

- Her: (1) endometriosis, (2) right side of reproductive system not functioning at all, (3) womb not conditioned for baby, (4) uterus not in correct position, (5) vaginal entry not straight, (6) has a perpetual virus in body

- I need an operation to condition my reproductive system for conceiving

- Meyer says if God wants it this way, don't go against nature. He is not for assisted insemination or any operation that risked my health.

- Fertility doctor said even if I managed to conceive (miraculously), the whole pregnancy will be high-risk. My body will naturally expel the baby through contractions.

- "By the way", she added "due to the position of your womb, you can't get fertilized because his sperms will never reach your egg. There is only but one way. Your position of love-making needs to change."

2011

- Spent every week day in the hospital as mother's condition took a turn for the worse

- Father's never around

- Could not handle my anger and sadness on my own anymore

- Could not go for school examinations because mother was very sick

- Turned to counselling

- In June, Mother passed away

- In July, went to Australia for a holiday

- In August, returned to work

- In September, a miracle happened

miracle |ˈmirikəl|nouna surprising and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is therefore considered to be the work of a divine agency

Meyer's ability to fertilize is dropped by half because of his condition. While my ability to produce an egg for fertilization is dropped by three-quats because I have only my left side to depend on plus all the other reproductive issues. The most likely way for us to have a baby is to be assisted. So how did this precious gift end up on our laps when we weren't even trying?

We are so lucky to be bestowed upon this tiny miracle who is kicking me now. It is not explainable by natural or scientific laws. My gynecologist's (the fertility doctor) first words was, "this is a miracle". The stars are watching over me.

She went through our visits with,

"this baby is so strong"
"the heartbeat is so prominent"
"it is a fighter"

I went through miserable days, forgetting to count our blessings. I felt sick, useless, unloved, pain and everything that screamed negativity. The uneventful happenings stalked me every day and I was mournful, despondent, forlorn...

I am back on the road now, slowly but surely. Hearing that mj is fighting for his/her life makes me work doubly hard to ensure that he/she is safe in me.

19W5D Today!

Nothing says Je t'aime like a Ring from Cartier

2012-01-08T13:20:00.007+08:00

The LOVE Collection was created in the glamourous 70s, worn as a timeless token of affection. We have always been enchanted by the leopards in Cartier's print ads. Whether it was mummy's time for the limelight or pup's crowning moment, the photographs never backfire. Along with the classic scarlet red pop-up box, it shouts "Own Me". In fact, we would rather own the baby leopard. Look at her! I so want to snuggle her up in bed!

My husband wanted to buy jewellery and he was bent on getting something. We strolled down Tiffany's and fell in love with their Sapphire Celebration Ring, a full circle of brilliant diamonds and sapphires. Alas, there was no good match for the husband's masculine finger. Men with sapphires ... how odd.

With nothing for the husband at Tiffany's, we went on to Bvlgari. He set his eyes on B.zero1. It looked really good on him, especially with pink gold. But, what about the madame? I can't fit a B.zero1 on my already short and plump fingers? My left hand looked like the Longnecks of The Karen tribe! So, no ... I wouldn't want to buy a Bvlgari either.

I wanted something meaningful since this will be our fifth year anniversary and LOVE should be the motivation behind today's purchase. Our little one will be born on our fifth year and meaningful milestones such as this should be decently accounted for. So, I said, "Cartier baby?"

Meyer took a careful step, "Cartier? It is out of our league!"

May implored, "Just to have a look to see how far behind we are from Cartier?"

We walked into Cartier and came out with a pair of pink golds ninety minutes later. Meyer found it very stressful because he just wanted to buy any ring that fitted his finger and any that suited mine. However, I really would prefer something that complements one another. Our problem arose when we could not get the correct sizes! Those huge chunky ones he liked, I did not. Those thin ones I liked, he did not. I was so ready to leave without a purchase but he insisted that they have to be bought. Poor James serving us ran everywhere trying to satisfy the wife's demands. Eventually, we found a pair of LOVE rings. His is chunkier than the one below while mine comes inset with a stone. Technically, his ring comes intertwined with two rings that can be swivelled. So, we have gotten ourselves three rings instead. A papa, a mama and a baby for a twenty twelve celebration.

His

Hers

Wonder how much they sell the leopard for? The fuzzy one *smiles*

a Holiday luncheon

2012-01-01T17:53:00.005+08:00

It is here! First of January Twenty Twelve has arrived and I'm all ready for an adventurous journey. Most definitely, the intimate luncheon today with our closest friends kicked start the year with a punch. I was grinning with excitement the whole morning. I felt healthy and kept all fainting spells locked up in my vintage chest.

Alas, all my enthusiasm were crushed when I arrived at Salt Grill with my floor plan in a mess. No, I am supposed to be seated here and Meyer's supposed to be seated there. Why are there cutleries on the child seat placements? Where are the baby chairs? Why are the appetizers and desserts on the menu all wrong? Why is there GST and Service Charge printed at the bottom of my menus? Oh gosh ...

Frowning, we had only thirty minutes to straighten things up. In the meantime, we had to re-arrange the whole seating plan because a dear friend couldn't make it to the luncheon. I had to take charge like I always do. I was back to WORK!

Oh dearie me, I cannot do it. I flustered because my pregnant brain can't work! I could not even make simple swaps to the floor plan to accommodate one less person. Meyer had to assure me that he can handle it but I am an experienced event planner! How can I not be on the floor? I had to move this chair and clear that cutlery, make sure the beverages are ready for arrival and replying dozen excited SMSes. I gave up. I sat there, upset. Not with the restaurant because I know how things can get screwed up at work especially when they had a New Year's Eve party the night before. I was disturbed by my incapabilities. What happened right?

So, I decided. The same thing I told every client when I ran their events, just enjoy. And I had a good time. The restaurant had all questions directed to Meyer. "When shall we start?", "Where are the guests with special menus seated?", etc. Thank goodness one of us brought our brain out with us. I must have locked my brain up with my spells in the vintage chest by mistake.

All's done in Meyer's efficient coordination. We gave the restaurant the go-ahead and had our friends sent up to the fifty-fifth story of Ion Orchard. My professional photographer friend is not here yet *hhahah* so Meyer stood in for the time-being *smiles*

The Setup

Cheers on Arrival

Buddy Pris and May

Receiving Presents!

With Shy and Nicholas and Their Very Thoughtful Gift

The Zhongs and Professional Photographer have Arrived!

More Arrivals!

This Table is Filled

Who Didn't Write Me a Note Ah?

It was a very lovely afternoon. I do hope everyone had as much fun as I did. I turn Thirty today. Having mj, Meyer and you dear friends make Thirty a bliss to turn into. Who minds the age, wrinkles and bulge when I have two heartbeats going concurrently!

I very much needed the support you have all given me. I was stuck, lost and absolutely miserable. I had too many Whys and What Ifs swimming in my head from the beginning. Everything was dark and gloomy. I got out of it because of every one of you. mj, for one, was sent to us for a reason and I now see the light. Brighter than before.

Happy Twenty Twelve!

My Swimming Baby Dragon

2011-12-30T12:58:00.002+08:00

Bloomberg Nov 2011:

"Many families are also likely to want their children born in 2012, the year of the dragon. Five percent more babies are born in a dragon year because the icon of China’s emperors symbolizes power and wealth, said Cheung Tak Hong, who runs the obstetrics and gynecology department at the Prince of Wales Hospital in Hong Kong"

The Straits Times Dec 2011:

"From renovating maternity wards to dangling discounts in blood cord storage, the hospitals are hoping to attract mothers-to-be. Private hospitals are gearing up for a Year of the Dragon baby boom next year, as some Chinese parents still believe that those born under this Chinese zodiac sign are ambitious, creative and successful."

The China Post Dec 2011:

"Amid the strong baby boom in the Year of the Dragon, a significant increase is seen in the number of sterile patients visiting gynecologists for medical treatment, according to Wu."

So there you are, there is a rush. Everyone wants a Dragon bundle of joy.

The general characteristics of a Dragon Baby are alertness, high energy and an enthusiasm to learn skills. They may be leaders from an early age whilst having a compassionate and friendly nature, making them sociable and easy to integrate into any group. Due to their inner strength they may be rather erratic and fickle in their early development; parents of Dragon babies will certainly know their lives have taken on a new dimension (on a very positive note). In Eastern philosophy, the Dragon is said to be a deliverer of good fortune and a master of authority. Therefore, those people born in Dragon years are to be honored and respected (just because the Emperor's deemed a Dragon?)

So since mj will be born in 2012, we will be anticipating a Water Dragon! Water Dragon Babies in particular will have great strength and a strong sense of self. During their development they will be able to find solutions easily and effortlessly and may develop a strong will when they feel they are not being heard (in other words, stubborn!). In Feng Shui the element of water relates to wealth so the arrival of a Water Dragon baby signifies monetary gains (4D? Toto?). The luck of those born in such a year improves when they are prepared to travel and change their residence often (So I see it's better to let our chick out of the nest when he/she is all grown up).

Now, I need to know if our Water Dragon will be have a good relationship with Metal Roosters (1981)! Many old folks validated its claims that it is the perfect combination because the home will have a Dragon 龍 and Phoenix 鳳. Let's see...

According to www.chineseastrology.com:

The Rooster and Dragon are soul mates and 2012 promises to be a stellar one for plucky Roosters. The industrious Rooster is many times the power behind the achievement oriented Dragon's throne. If adulation is what you seek, 2012 will definitely bring that to a peak! Roosters (especially 1933 Water Roosters & 1981 Metal Roosters) will enjoy very good luck, harmony within their family.

I am stupefied that people in this generation are still consulting the stars to plan for perfect harmony. Getting married in the Tiger or Rabbit year just to project in a little Dragon. For not so fertile fellows like these two Roosters at home, a baby is such a blessing. Who cares if baby's a Rat or Horse or Cat! We do not believe in the signs but the googling for the above information was really interesting. Now, I am worried about mj's Primary One Registration Exercise with so many Dragons in town! Remember May, you said you wouldn't be a kiasu parent ...

footnote for Phyllis (who believes only in western horoscopes and that she is at loggerheads with Geminis *hahah*):
GEMINI DRAGON: These are life's performers, taking pleasure in the company of others. Gemini Dragons can accomplish several tasks at once and are able to juggle many conversations successfully. However, taking on anything in depth is not really their style.

Thirty's around the corner

2011-12-28T15:34:00.002+08:00

I started looking for a venue since the beginning of the year. It isn't going to be easy booking a space on New Year's Day itself so I had better start cracking early. We went from PS Cafes to The White Rabbit to Mimo and Riders Cafe. I was bent on the throwing the party at Fairways Drive Green where Mimo stood. With its casual setting and horse stables, families will be easily accommodated. There were even plans for kiddy rides on ponies. Alas, my hopes were dashed when Marmalade Pantry took over and renovated the Alice in Wonderland concept of the whole restaurant. My guests were supposed to step into May's Wonderland with Brunch and Dessert Buffet. All fairy-tale and dreamy.

Instead of housing seventy guests, we will now be expecting thirty (including mj) in four days at Salt Grill and Sky Bar by Luke Mangan. That works out well too, making it more meaningful with the numbers don't you think?

The Dining Room

Invitations Checked
RSVPs Checked

Welcome Drink Checked

Entrees Checked
Main Courses Checked
Desserts Checked
Muslim Friendly Menu Checked
Preggers Menu Checked
Table Settings Checked
Baby Chairs Checked
Flora Centerpieces Checked
Photographer Checked

Problem is, I am at wits' end about the program and the birthday cake! Should I have a program? Should I have a birthday cake? My husband's saying YES but I can't think of anything now that we are ninety-six hours away.

Till then, I hope I've raised your hopes towards a perfect New Year's Day luncheon! If there isn't going to be a cake or program, just relish in the company and celebrate the start of a new year together! My Treat! *smiles*

Invitation Gifts in time for Christmas

The Invite

The Effects of a Wandering Mind

2011-12-20T12:05:00.002+08:00

It brought me places many might find whimsical or even bizarre. I am unmistakably a thinker in Myer Briggs Personality test (no matter how many times I do it). Whether I had been critically or creatively thinking, I am nevertheless in a vicious cycle of introspection. That can be pretty wearying and daunting for a thinker herself.

I have learnt quite a fair share of the Mind in my Psychology classes. Our consciousness is only the tip of an iceberg. That is why I am intimidated by the deep ocean. It is too mysterious, too doubtful. You drown if your oxygen runs out and you risk bumping into a deep-sea angler. Holy cow! That will scare my skin off! The uncertainties of the deep murky light-less waters. Discovering the truths (your fears, your selfish needs or irrational wishes) can be quite a burden.

Meyer is perpetually amazed by the dreams I weave and so do I! They had been pretty imaginative I must say. Some left me flabbergasted by my own creativity, some left me a wet pillow to dry, while others left my heart pounding like I had just jumped off the platform without the bungee rope. It amazes me every time when I can feel my emotions so strongly in each dream. Every dream never felt like one. I was the main lead of a real life operation.

I lassoed a whale while I was out on a fishing trip. The whale was so strong, she threw me out of my boat into the air as I hung onto my dear life. As she struggled off the rope, swimming onwards, I was violently tossed in mid-air. With that, I felt my heart drop (mind you, consciously). I experienced a roller-coaster ride, right here at home, in my dream. It was real. That feeling. My heart literally dropped.

In another dream, I held my mother's frail hand. She was standing there, unfortunately, with a crumbling face. I cried in my dream and the next thing I know, I cried myself awake. I felt that touch. I can still feel it now.

Yet in another, *haha* I dreamt that my palm's an ultra-sound scanner. It was so real in the dream I was darn sure I hadn't been dreaming. Seriously. As I place my palm around my belly, I saw mj (may/meyer junior) smiling back at me. All fully fomed and floating in the amniotic sac. The feeling was captivating. As I move my palm around towards the genital area, I saw nuts. *hahha* Well, is a boy isn't it? My gynae replied, "girls don't have testicles do they?" It was a fun dream and I was damned to have woken up. Mind you, the scan I dreamt was in 3D like the picture below. Oh goodness me.

I saw mj

I wouldn't go on with the over-sized bullcart Meyer drove that could go on both land and water or the insanity of sleepless nights when I had been thinking too much at night. There had never been a night that I had not dream. Every night is a tiring day-out for me. Well, since I am still stuck at home *shrugs*

your Name is your Identity, Love It!

2011-12-08T16:07:00.007+08:00

What is your name?

Do you identify with it? If you don't, did you give yourself a name you prefer being addressed as? I have friends who gave me the privilege of naming them because they just couldn't live with their Chinese names. I, too, asked my mummy when I was little, "Why didn't you give me a Christian name?" She replied, "Isn't Liang May a nice name? You are Chinese." I had been ashamed of my name.

Christian names are given at baptism. It is traditionally a personal name formally given to Christians at christening. However, this is now loosely used as an English name for cross-cultural ease. We are concerned about how the caucasians might call us and hope to make their lives easier. Instead of "lee-ang-may", I might get a "lian-may". Instead of a Mrs "young", I might hear a Mrs "yee-ang". But hey, why are we bothered about that? If we can adapt to their cultures, why not them? I don't see a need for us to change, add or subtract just to convenience them. Yes, they used to rule and we tailed behind their backs. Not anymore.

The influence of western cultures caught up with us in a mere decade or less. We are exposed to everything "ang mo" that we even (pretend to) cut up a five-tiered styrofoam wedding cake at weddings. Do we actually know the meaning of a wedding cake in a western culture? Have we been following the all-mighty (western) values and customs blindly. Well, don't forget, our roots are from China, Malaya and India. Nothing on us shouts WHITE!

How more horrible can this naming proceeding get? *hahah* when you give your child a very 'uneqqee' name and you pronounce it wrongly. What a joke!

The Mei-Lings and Ying-Yings are considered as old-fashioned but I find them intriguingly timeless. If the 'ang mos' can't pronounce Tham Kai Ming, they just call him 'Kai' for short! What's so complex about that?

So, Oh No! What's Junior gonna be called? I love naming my Jim Thompson elephants and I can give them names in a flash. In fact, I'm proud of the names I gave them but it is a tough one when it comes to your own child. I (We) like a lot of English names and they come storming into my (our) head(s) but I need to stick to my conviction! *hahah* So... the baby won't have a name until probably after birth because Meyer and I have an insubstantial list of chinese vocabulary to build a name after 杨. Someone else needs to name this little tot on our behalves.

Visitors to Brighten Every Single Day

2011-12-04T10:22:00.005+08:00

Day One - First December Twenty Eleven
We've got the Kohs over for dinner and had a swelling good time soaking in the festive mood with the stunning Christmas tree. Their laughter and Jo-Lynn's loveliness put a start to a new December for me. She's covering her mouth in case she accidentally pouts or cries cause Santa's coming to town! Well, at least that's what I guess she's thinking!

A Family Portrait at Christmas

Day Two - Second December Twenty Eleven

Jasmine, Carole and Phyllis decided to do a late-night picnic in St. Regis and visit with MacDonald's French Fries, Chicken Rice, Koi and Desserts. It was a much appreciated visit to keep the spirits up with big chuckles.

The Bloggers

Day Three - Third December Twenty Eleven

Today, Tracey visited for lunch at Yan Ting where Executive Chef Law Yip Lum brings traditional delicacies and dim sums to the table. The Fish Maw Soup was delicious! How I wish I can have it every other day!!!!

Lunch at Yan Ting

Day Four - Fourth December Twenty Eleven

Checked out today but still I had visitors at home! Ezra, Kayla and parents popped in for dinner. It is Ezra's birthday tomorrow and he has come to collect his birthday gift. Of course, watching Despicable Me on DVD was a bigger treat than the gift itself. He is already Seven. How time flies.

Ezra's Seven Years Old!

Babymooning at an Eminent Address

2011-12-02T13:37:00.002+08:00

Arrived at our Holiday Home for the next ninety-six hours

This won't be the last babymoon! Even though I'm bed-resting on another patch besides our own, it just feels different. I am definitely more at ease and in anticipation to do more than simply sulking. We've got a butler at our beck and call bringing me my daily nightcap (warm milk), arranging dining reservations and picking up after us. Best of all, Meyer doesn't need to wash another cup or plate in the sink from my recurring snacking!

We are located in the heart of prestigious downtown, the St. Regis is Singapore's most eminent address as they have claimed. How extravagant but No! We will be spending the same amount of money if we were to fly to Bali. It is unfortunate we will not be able to travel out of Singapore any time soon be it by road, sea or air. This is the best alternative we can think of. Then again, I have to thank the husband for fulfilling my whims and fancy. mmmm but he did say NO to the villa at Capella which cost double St. Regis though *hahah*

I was looking forward to a brisk walk along Orchard Road to soak in the festive spirit during the stay. Pity, I am now back to putting my feet off the ground. Thank goodness for the Christmas cheers in the lobby! It is a blessing and we snapped away capturing every smashing moment.

Our first photograph together since the baby arrived

A very blessed Christmas

It is the start of December and the commencement of Junior's fourteenth week. Looking forward to the joy and love that follows in the following months!