Next, I discovered I could successfully log into my blog! Major success y'all. Hurray.
So i saw that my last blog was dated last March 2014. Not baddddd.. I honestly thought I hadn't blogged far longer than that. Haha as if being on a hiatus for about 16 months wasn't bad enough.
The last time I blogged, I was in front of the computer with swollen feet, bloated face, tired arms and a baby in my tummy. And now here I am with a super active 13 month old baby boy! So much has happened and changed. No more spontaneous coffee/dessert dates with my girlfriends, everything has to be planned. So that I can grab the baby carrier, bring extra diapers, pack his snacks/food while I'm on a date with my good friends.
No more fun lounging on the sofa just-cos-i-feel-like-it moments, because I have to make sure he's not crawling into danger zones. Or putting microscopic things in his mouth. And everytime he sleeps, that's my cue to quickly get my rest because once he wakes up I better make sure that I can keep up to his military speed. As I'm typing this, I just realised there's so much I need to update you what has happened to my life in the past year. It has indeed been exhilarating - my baby boy whom I'm obsessed with, hosting a signature sunday breakfast show on TV, my radio show Girlfriends got to be on TV, me losing weight during confinement then putting it all back on (and even more) when I got back to work, releasing my first batch of my own line of clothes, my hair loss during post-partum, me discovering the best and the worst baby rooms in shopping centres, oh so so many things to share! I've got so much to share that I don't know where to start! Hmmm. Well ok, I think my next post shall be on how to maintain your sanity when you need to pack before heading out with a newborn. Haha. Because I remembered how packing to go out became an event in itself. I shall save that for the next post. Well, it's late now and I better get to sleep while my son is in deep sleep. Talk to u later. Hopefully not in a year's time.
Lots of love, kisses and baby wipes,
Fiza O
