One week before I go on maternity leave and go into seclusion in preparation for delivery.

I’m waddling. I’ve put on 16kg. I have an eye infection and will be wearing an ugly pair of glasses for the next 2 weeks. I don’t even bother putting on make-up any more.

As much as I aspire to be a hot Mother, I have come to an unglamorous end. :)

I feel very pregnant now. And I feel positively indifferent about it.

Because I’m torn between wanting to feel his every move and keeping him all to myself… and wanting to see, touch, smell, hug, kiss and eat him up.

Not that I have a choice. Although I’m really excited to see him, I’ll miss having him around too.

Now I’m tearing. Hormones, my god, get a hold of yourself.