That’s what I feel like.

At the peak of my pregnancy, I weighed around 63kg, tops?

And when my migraine took control of me for the past couple of days, the effects were pretty stark.

I wore a belt today with my jeans. And I have never worn a belt for the past…… many years(even when I bought this belt 3 or 4 years ago, I only wore it once).

I feel like a 12 year-old boy *squeeze chest*

I am 17kg lighter than my heaviest weight ever. I even took a picture of the weighing machine.

But I am not happy. I look horrendous in clothes, I don’t fill my bra cups, and my tummy still looks flabby.

I stuffed myself with food today, hopefully it works wonders.

It was a busy day today which kickstarted with Brian dropping by my place to finish up a proposal, before we rushed down to Sim Lim to sort out some printing stuff. He rushed off for a meeting whilst I stayed behind to make the amendments.

When it was finally finished, we came together to meet yet another client. Keeping our fingers crossed, though I believe….. Hmm…

The printing is finally a load off the shoulders, and tomorrow we will be dropping by the NUS Open House.

My blog is almost becoming my mental checklist.

Had dinner with Tracy, Meiling, Brian and Roy. And the X-rated topics kept the ‘highness’ through the night.

We called it a night and Brian sent me to Thomson to catch a cab home.

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Yesterday, I finally succumbed to Aspirin when my migraine was just too stubborn to leave me alone.

I fell into a deep sleep cos keeping my eyes open was too excruciating.

When I woke up an hour later, the bloody aspirin didn’t work at all. That was how bad the migraine was.

It was 11pm when Barry met me for supper and I could hardly walk after my nausea kept me hungry for 36 hours. I had some drinks and biscuits before the ache in the head made eating a chore.

Spent the night doing the proposal and yup, work is work, and thus I worked OT till almost 6am plus, before I drifted off to sleep very comfortably… with bare recollection of seeing the sky turning bright…

I no like having period. Period.

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Minibean is crawling in any way possible, Mum says. I really need to get a new cot or else it is impossible for me to bring her back.

She is starting to babytalk to other babies and adults alike.

I miss that little darling just too much.

She is officially 8 months old today, and there is never a single day that went by, which I am not proud of her.

As we were having dinner just now, we were thinking of celebrating her birthday at Zouk members’ bar, get a couple of 1 year-old hunks to dance for her in diapers.

I bet she would love that.