Thought I'd slip in a short post since I still have some time in the office.

This post is gonna be all 'bout baby woes and blues, triggered by Joyee, who asked me yet again, so when is Project B?



Since we've gotten married, we've been plagued by friends and relatives asking the same question:

"WHEN YOU ALL GONNA MAKE BABY HAR?"

Friends greet me with: "When are you guys gonna have a baby? Not young liao, no good you know?" instead of: "Hello, how you doing?" when they call me up. Every new year, well-meaning relatives ask what exactly are we waiting for. Well, we dun really know.

In fact, we've never really talked about it seriously. My husband is not the type of guy that you can get a straight answer from. If he is not comfortable with the topic, he'll just give me roundabout answers which will drive me up the wall.

I'm so not looking forward to losing my figure and my life to a tiny squalling being made with our DNA. My internal clock has not started ticking and my maternal nesting instincts have not kicked in. I dun go ga-ga everytime I see a cute toddler, and I dun rush to hold other people's babies at gatherings.

I know it's a natural progression and NO, before you all jump to the conclusion that we are not gonna' have kids, WE WILL, erm... just not NOW...


From little conversations and my understanding of him, he wants children. But I think he still wants some time to get used to the idea of being a father.
NOTE: the plural instead of singular.

We are happy and contented with our current family semantics, and we are in no hurry to tip the balance or make life-changing decisions. Of course, it would be good to plan things, but if everything goes according to plan, then it wouldn't be called LIFE, would it?

So when will Project B start? I honestly have no idea. I have never been resistant to the idea of being pregnant, but I'm not exactly in a rush either. So to risk sounding cliche, let's just let nature take it's course.