My Valentine(s)?

Went for a gynea visit yesterday, all's well save we can't see Noah's face coz' he's all ready to arrive, with his head facing down and in and spine facing out. Nagging thoughts of whether he looks fine linger... ... must be pregnancy hormones but then again, I have always been a pessimist.

Wanted to go for a good V-Day lunch subsequently but alas our little adventure to Vivocity landed us in Giant and foodcourt. MY ONE was all so apologetic for making me walk just for a foodcourt fare but I was all so thankful and happy for my western food, fried hokkien mee and a plate of fruits as our V-Day meal. The food was delicious and company was great! Who cares where we are eating or what we are eating as long as MY ONE is with me?

On our way home, MY ONE said he will have to work late last night to make up for the morning with me, to which I responded no worries, I have 3.5 little ones to keep me company. But when night time came, he surprised me with a bouquet of roses and a cake, much to the delight of the kids as they know they will be having the cake as supper. It's been a while since we last had a cake, austerity drive la.

To think that at my age and stage (looking every inch an Ah Soh, fat and super round), MY ONE still bothers to surprise me on V-Day, a day which he insists has been heavily commercialised. Although my heart aches for the $30 bouquet which is equivalent to a can of milk powder, can't help but smile to sleep last night.

Contractions are on the way, I wonder if Noah will be a Valentine baby.