That smell in our house.

Whenever I walked into our storeroom I could smell a really nice fragrance in the air.

Nowhere else in the house – only in our dark and cluttered storeroom. Even the husband could smell it so it wasn’t just my nose.

It’s so weird because we couldn’t determine what smell it was or where it came from, only that it was floral and quite pleasant.

Growing up, I had listened to my fair share of stories about how ghouls, ghosts and jins manifest themselves in the form of an intoxicating, floral scent and that one should never acknowledge the presence of such smell…in fact, if you ever smelled anything out of the ordinary, you should curse and complain out loud about the “smelly odour” to scare the presence away.

As days passed, I began to get quite worried as the fragrance got stronger and stronger. I wasn’t sure about going into the storeroom.

One day, the husband suddenly yelled out to me from the toilet, “Pudpud, it’s the tissue!”

“What?”

“The tissue. The smell is from the tissue.”

“What tissue????”

“Just now my poop too smelly so I used some toilet roll to cover my nose and that’s when I realised where the fragrance comes from”.

# – Now only noticed “Natural Fresh Scent” -_-
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So Kleenex has been quietly scenting our regular toilet rolls. No prize for guessing where we store our fresh toilet rolls.

Maison Francaise – a French experience in the heart of Kuala Lumpur

The husband and I were invited to Maison Francaise in Kuala Lumpur for lunch on a balmy weekend afternoon, thanks Mei for the arrangement.

It was a wonderful opportunity for us to see other human beings, haha having been cooped up in our house for a long time. Since it was a weekend, traffic into the city was quite a breeze.

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No special treatment for me.

So I have been brisk walking on the treadmill for 20 minutes daily partially because the husband forces me and partially because am terrified of a difficult labour.

The other day I read an American mommy blogger who is pretty fit and she gave birth naturally within 3 hours and didn’t even tear her bits. No stitches :o.

So am aiming for that!! 💪

Anyway the point of my story is that I skipped 1 day of walking so hubs was not happy (to be fair to myself I also walk Charlie everyday one for about 20 minutes on top of treadmill session so I wasn’t being a complete couch potato) so I told him that I will make up the loss by walking 30 minutes which is an extra 10 minutes for 2 days straight.

Walao… I am regretting what I said now because he wouldn’t let it go! Didn’t know I marry a slave driver. Somemore he insisted I go on treadmill AND then make supper for him WTF?????

Who said being pregnant is the best time to let your husband indulge you? I wonder when G is going to ask me to wash his car. Probably anyday now..

Anyway I have started living in this pair of leggings because they’re sooooo comfy!

Where else… H&M again lah.  Need. To. Get. More.

# – 25 weeks 5 days.

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Checkup today so can see baby again! Happy times.