Baby fish, go on... swim....

Last week, I saw my cousin’s latest picture on Facebook, and her friend commented she’ll become mummy soon. I called my mum and confirmed the good news. I feel happy for her and hubby, who happened to be my high schoolmate.

Meanwhile, I have something to share about what I think of pregnancy or kids in general.

When I was younger, I couldn’t stand the sight parents handling mischievous kids, yelling kids, naughty kids, whatever you call the little monsters. Sometimes, I feel like strangling them when they yell and scream on top of their lung.

When I just got married, I know I didn’t really want kids. Partly because hubby is way older, partly because I can’t really believe I can be responsible enough.

Then, hubby said he wants a daughter, to complete our family.

After much considerations and many real life experience around us, that is, many friends got pregnant, gave birth, have 1st kid, 2nd kid and so on, I started to long for one myself.

I started to notice pregnant woman, cute babies, but I still hate naughty crying kids.

We started trying last month, for real. Supposedly, we started trying since June, but our project has never been able to launch successfully...

The lot I’ve got from the Kuan Yin Temple told me that the baby fish is swimming unhurriedly. I’ll have to be patient, and when the patience is stretched to limit, then, my body will change, pregnancy will occur.

So, we nicknamed our yet-to-conceive “baby fish”.

Jenn told me about the article she read the other day, about a woman had IVF treatment for all her 4 kids. She said there’ll be help even if I cannot conceive, so I don’t have to worry.

I asked her, how long does it take to tell when I need IVF treatment?

3 years, she said.

3 years?!?!

3 years: 36 months
1 month: 5 times (10th, 12th, 14th, 16th, 18th day)

That is 180 times before you tell me about infertility?!?! Do you know how tiring is that? Both physically and mentally. :-(

She said “why you count like that one”. :-p

She asked me to stop taking coffee; I told her I can’t do it. I can only try to reduce, but that is as far as I could try.

I also boiled Bak Chen and Bai Foong Wan, but these efforts made me even more tired, I felt stressed.

I really hope we can be successful this month, and then we can share good news during CNY.

All we can do is only pray…

And God, for once, I think we are ready…. :-)

1st Cooking Class

After many proposals from YJ, after much consideration on venue, time, day, etc, we (YJ, Rebec and I) finally decided to take the Chinese Restaurant Cooking classes, on every Tues at TPY Central CC.

We learned “Stewed 5 Multi-Flavor Chicken” and “Fried HK Noodle” in the first lesson.

When we opened the door to the classroom, I was “awed”, in total shock. Not to sound disrespectful, but I kinda expected the crowd to be slightly smaller, and “younger”. There were aunties, uncles… the way they stared at you made you felt like you have stepped in the wrong class. Or perhaps, the way I stared at them told them I was in the wrong class.

Our teacher, Mr. Teo (sounds like hubby’s name) moved effortlessly around the kitchen island, teaching in both Mandarin and English. He speaks fast, so fast that the 3 of us caught a bit of each sentence.

“One and a half teaspoon” teacher said in English.

“Half teaspoon” we repeated.

“One and a half teaspoon” teacher said in Mandarin.

“Oh… 1 + ½ teaspoon” we acknowledged.

It was really difficult to catch all he said, I thought we were doing fine, as YJ peeped into the other lady who sat beside her for some parts we missed, COMPLETELY.

Now, I’ve really gotta make some abbreviations for teaspoon, tablespoon, etc.. and I thought of my sis, baking at home, with her multiple size scoops.

When teacher was almost done with the dishes, he said, “ok, you may put your Tupperware here now…”

We were like stunned, “tupperware?!?!”

Honestly, I knew we get to eat his cooking, because he was cooking 3 chickens and 3 packs of egg noodles, but hello, did anyone ask us to bring our own Tupperware?

Everybody, except 3 of us plus another student moved forward and placed their all kind of Tupperware on the table.

“You’ll have to pay S$3 for the ingredients”, teacher added.

Ok, so now, we have to pay, and we DO NOT have a Tupperware.

So, when the Treasurer Aunty came to us, we asked her, “what happened if we didn’t bring our Tupperware?”
“Oh, it’s ok, can let teacher know and he may be able to help”.

Ok, so, who will let teacher know? Not me.. it was so embarrassing! YJ started pulling her pitiful face… ok, YJ should really go. Hahaha…

“Ok, I’ll let you guys use plastic bags this time, but must remember to bring your own the next time”, teacher said.

Phew... relieved… we didn’t pay S$3 for nothing.

“Remember, must bring your own next time. I may not have bags the next time”, he said again.

Few minutes later….

“Remember to bring your own tupperware the next time….”

Sigh.. I told myself, even if I or anyone din bring the next time, probably it’s better to keep our mouth shut, or ask to use the CC’s bowls and utensils.

Ok, so we learned 2 dishes, and so our class ended almost 2 hours later.