"What were your final thoughts??"
I'm on phone with a friend who is super excited about my baby. She's been asking me details about what it felt like.. What my first thought was when I went into the labor ward.. First thing that came to mind when the doctor showed me the baby and how I had prepared myself for the day
Strictly speaking.. The final days of my pregnancy were more hectic than others and that was because my family would be moving to our newly bought house once I depart for many parents place which meant I had to pack my set of things and that would take a lot of time for sure (remember my craze for shopping?)
I am no stranger to moving which made me more experienced but also dread the heaps and heaps of stuffs that would leave me confused by the time I was done with it
So.. The activity of packing usually starts with me dividing the stuffs into 'keep', 'throw' and 'give away to sister' kind (one where you try the dress.. Or squeeze into it but fail.. Finally accepting that you are never going to get into that )
The pile of 'give to sister' was huge this time (all thanks to my mom and husband!)
Among the keep-pile are stones that I picked from a river bank, chocolate wrappers that had sentimental values (which I seem to have forgotten.. But might remember them sometime later) and slam books (to remind me who among my "friends" did not keep in touch)
A large percentage of my throw away pile consists of clothes that had lost its charm or just
its partner
I might regret throwing them away but I'm going to take that chance (simply because I've run out of bags to pack the clothes)
With my mind still stuck what would happen if my husband did gave a sneak peek into one of the boxes where I had packed my junk collection, I was taken to the labour ward
"Hello..!?!" I can hear my friend still waiting for an answer
"It was unaffable" I hear myself saying and there is silence (maybe that was all she wanted to hear unlike my packing story)
I'm on phone with a friend who is super excited about my baby. She's been asking me details about what it felt like.. What my first thought was when I went into the labor ward.. First thing that came to mind when the doctor showed me the baby and how I had prepared myself for the day
Strictly speaking.. The final days of my pregnancy were more hectic than others and that was because my family would be moving to our newly bought house once I depart for many parents place which meant I had to pack my set of things and that would take a lot of time for sure (remember my craze for shopping?)
I am no stranger to moving which made me more experienced but also dread the heaps and heaps of stuffs that would leave me confused by the time I was done with it
So.. The activity of packing usually starts with me dividing the stuffs into 'keep', 'throw' and 'give away to sister' kind (one where you try the dress.. Or squeeze into it but fail.. Finally accepting that you are never going to get into that )
The pile of 'give to sister' was huge this time (all thanks to my mom and husband!)
Among the keep-pile are stones that I picked from a river bank, chocolate wrappers that had sentimental values (which I seem to have forgotten.. But might remember them sometime later) and slam books (to remind me who among my "friends" did not keep in touch)
A large percentage of my throw away pile consists of clothes that had lost its charm or just
its partner
I might regret throwing them away but I'm going to take that chance (simply because I've run out of bags to pack the clothes)
With my mind still stuck what would happen if my husband did gave a sneak peek into one of the boxes where I had packed my junk collection, I was taken to the labour ward
"Hello..!?!" I can hear my friend still waiting for an answer
"It was unaffable" I hear myself saying and there is silence (maybe that was all she wanted to hear unlike my packing story)
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