Pregnancy Diaries – Week 26

Ahhh it’s been a relaxing, lazy, super-soaked in sunshine and love and the magical possibility of the new year kind of break. I’m a bit late posting this (and have week 27 to post tomorrow!) but I’m sure you don’t mind. Sunshine and ice-cream must come first, no? First Trimester Week 12 Week 13 Second Trimester Week 14 Week 15 Week 17 Week 18 Week 19 Week 20 <—halfway!! Week 21 Week 22/23 Week 24 Week 25   How far along? 26 weeks, 6 days How big is baby? The length of a cucumber!   How I’m feeling? Getting tired again. It’s hit me all of a sudden, this fatigue and I find myself taking my time to go up the stairs slowly or even putting on pants take effort. You do not want to know the state of my toenails. Yeesh. Fitness? Swimming, walking and prenatal yoga. I do this yoga routine a few times a week in the morning and it really does help me. I’m toying with the idea of the prenatal Vinyasa one I can do because my bones and heart aches for a good, sweaty yoga class but my body is telling me to ease up and stick with the stretching. My back thanks me every time I do it as well. Swimming has been awesome – especially in this heat, although it also means that the local pool is full of kids (also because it’s school holidays) and they kinda annoy me. Can I say that?? I mean, I know I’m about to have my own kid, but seriously some of this little...

Spring Fashion Week

This post is a little late. Story of my life really. There is this concept in the Indian community that is jokingly referred to as Indian Standard Time (IST). It’s what is used as the blanket excuse every time a function starts two hours after the time advertised, when people rock up to your home halfway through what would be considered any other sensible person’s mealtimes or when you are left standing bewildered and wondering why you are the only person to be seen for miles. I am AWARE of this. But I am still unfailingly late to almost everything. I even set my clocks forward so I get mini-heart attacks every time I look at the time thus making myself hurry, driving erratically to get where I am going and only letting go of my breath once I have arrived and realised I DO have time for a coffee. ANYWAYS. A few weeks ago, I met up with my long-time friend Yogi who suggested spending our lunch hour at something that comes with the onset of Spring. Spring Fashion Week. Where, as I have mentioned before, the brief glimpses of sunshine is more than enough for most ladies to throw away the skinny jeans and bare their legs, and florals come back to style. To celebrate Spring Fashion Week, a series of free fashion shows were held around the CBD to showcase the upcoming trends. This free event was held just outside the Westin Hotel in City Square where a giant white marquee had been set up to hold the catwalk. I, of course, arrived late right on...

Coulda. Shoulda. Woulda.

Argh. Um, yes. I am still alive. And quite well actually. I have been home here in Melbourne for almost a week now and have been doing a number of things that I probably should have blogged about. Coulda. Shoulda. Woulda. But I haven’t and don’t even feel guilty about it. Ok, that’s a lie – because I have been dying to share with y’all what I have been doing in the last few days. No sarcasm there either. (And I had to specify that because some people Evs think that I have unintentional attitude. Jerk.) Can I just say it is fucking freezing??! My body took one look at the temperatures as soon as I stepped off the plane, raised an eyebrow and attempted to smuggle itself back on the next flight to the warmest place it could think of. My brain firmly told my body to HTFU* and went for a walk with the doggies (who by the way were ecstatic to see me but again declared their true love for Evs within five seconds. Jerks). My body didn’t like being told what to do and promptly got a cold. My brain made me roll my eyes and pour myself a few glasses of red wine. My body was then happy. Do you see what I have to deal with??! They do say that a picture is equal to a thousand words, so with that logic I present a few moments of the last week in no particular order:   Lots of cooking. Ginger tea. A new haircut. Thrifting. Playing with the doggy-babies. Reading an endless pile...

Boobs and butts

It’s so fucking cold in the office. Usually the air-conditioning is stuck somewhere in between chilly breeze and ice-box, but today I feel like I have moved to the Antarctic. My arms are covered in so many goose bumps, it’s practically Braille. And the one day I don’t bring a cardigan. I have to subtly wear my hair down to cover my chestical area if you know what I mean. So subtle. I totally think it has to be a conspiracy dreamed up by men. Perverts. This whole week I have been feeling not-so-attractive. Bloated, pudding-like and flabby. I know WHY, but it doesn’t make it any less fun. And it doesn’t help that every time I take the bus here in HK, I am inundated with the commercials advertising how I can be more beautiful if I slather myself in fairness creams (and by that same logic stay out the sun), go for slimming treatments, drink essence of chicken (I am not even kidding about this. It totally blew my mind. It got me to thinking what part of the chicken exactly is bottled up in there. And also consider whether people here just buy anything and whether I could make a fortune and retire by bottling MY own essence. You know you’d buy it.) or a combination of all. Also you can become more regular by taking some weird herbal pill which is helpfully shown in animation. Thank you. I needed that graphic demonstration that early in the morning. Clearly since this blog really is a place where I write about anything and everything, let me continue...

Be a man – part II

Glad to know people got the joke in the post title. Thought it was quite fitting for the topic on hand 😀 So continued on from yesterday’s post… Despite the dire warnings from all and sundry, we decided to brave it in the name of Adventure and set off on Sunday morning via the MTR train service. After changing a few stops and train lines we were on our way. We had to go to the very end of the line (Lo Wu station) which is basically where most of the Shenzen shopping is located. We were chatting away, when I remarked – “How do we know if this train goes to Lo Wu or Lok Ma Chau?” My companion looked at me baffled, and then said – “Shit. Good thinking 99”. I comforted her in the thought that we had a 50-50 chance of being right, but as we kept going on it was clear that we were heading to the wrong stop. Should have known that it would also mean a 50-50 chance of being wrong. Getting off at the practically deserted station, we waited giggling for the train to take us back. And realised we were waiting on the wrong side of the platform. To add further insult to our stupidity, while we were giggling, the train had come and gone. We made it to the right place finally, where further glimpses of our brilliance were witnessed – going to the immigration line without a visa, waiting for said visa and commenting that it would be funny if they didn’t take $HK and then going to...

Be a man*

I went to Shenzen and all I got was this fake designer bag. And watch. And cufflinks. Oh, and earrings. Seriously. I tell the truth for all except the bag. They should really do t-shirts for this. I’d buy it but not before bargaining it down to one-third of the original asking price and know that I most likely still got ripped off. With my time in Hong Kong slowly coming to an end (and my Vietnam adventure about to start!), I am trying to cram as many things as I can in each and every minute I have. Which meant my weekend consisted of a free yoga class organised by the Firm that on Friday night that made me painfully aware that I need more flexibility in my life (and have me craving a good regular yoga class once I get back to Melb!) and used muscles I didn’t even know existed. But one thing I learnt (Evs take note) is that I can stay in the Downward Dog position forever ;). The gym where the class was held was something out a fitness fanatic’s wet dream. And actually mine as well. State-of-the-art machines. A stretching frame. Awesome changing facilities. Complimentary t-shirts, shorts and towels that didn’t make me look like a whale. Power plates and get this – their own BOXING ring in one corner of the gym. (source) I nearly squealed with delight like the one time that I thought I saw my teenybopper long-lost love Taylor Hanson in Melbourne and then they turned around and it was a long-haired blonde woman. True story. And anyone...

Just your average Material Girl

I think I may have spoken too soon. My emerging love for the rain has been sorely tested over the last couple of days. Think heavy, monsoon rain where you just step outside and are immediately soaked from every direction because of course your umbrella is a piece of shit that refuses to work and goes inside out every two seconds and when you finally make it into work after battling back-to-back traffic and rude people who nearly knock your head off with their obviously compensating-for-something monster umbrellas your feet are soaked in your shoes, water has gotten into every crevice and you resemble a very disgruntled poodle. Hmph. So Hong Kong has this rain warning system – Amber, Red and Black. Black is the ULTIMATE warning I have been told. Before you start heading into typhoon territory. You don’t even think of going outside. It has only been an Amber warning so far, so I am actually seriously afraid what it will be like if Mother Nature really gets nasty. But rainy days, as mentioned before are conducive for shopping. In fact, I am sure that there is a formula out there that proves my theory. Now the following is going to be some vapid-sounding shopping talk. Feel free to go browse some more intellectually stimulating websites if you think you will lose brain cells while I sit here comfortably in my material world. Kthxbai. My never-ending quest to find the perfect tan leather bag was on the cards then for last night. Jups, Scout (Anyone remember blogger Scout?!! She’s alive people! And gorgeous :D) and I headed...