We were supposed to go to the temple this morning to offer prayers to Lucas and Chloe since it's the Ghost Festival, but then it started to rain cats and dogs... So I remained curled up in bed in my favourite position while looking at the rain, listening to the rain and smelling the rain. It was very theraputic in a way.. to be able to be 100% engrossed in my own thoughts, think what I want to think and feel what I want to feel for the whole of that one hour.
Actually the only thing that was on my mind was 'How come my babies are there in some temple when they should be with me instead?'. Anyway, I'll never have an answer to this question...
We then went to Ngee Ann City for a late lunch and lo and behold.. they were holding a Baby Fair there. This is exactly what I needed... loads of heavily pregnant women, infants, toddlers... It made me feel like I wanted to kill myself there and then. This should've been THE time that Mark and I went shopping for Chloe's little cot, her pram, more clothings, toys, blankets, towels, bibs, shoes, socks and mittens... Looking at all those heavily pregnant ladies was very very hard too. Why them, not me? Where is my belly? Where is my baby? What did I do to deserve this? Again, no answers...
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