One of my favourite bloggers-turned-friend Yi Lin and I were chatting on Whatsapp earlier today and she asked if I encountered the dreaded CNY question of when are we having a little one.
To be honest, I’m quite the pro at blocking out such questions from pesky relatives and friends (most whom I see like, once a year). I usually smile and mumble some sort of random gibberish and continue to smile. I decided that would be a better option that shooting back with something smarty-pants like “I had my tubes tied” or “I don’t think it’s any of your
goddamn business”. Well, one did go as far as tapping my tummy (!) and giving me a knowing look and another few shouted “早生贵子” (literally, give birth to a son soon) a tad too loudly in our faces during the lo hei sessions but really, nothing can faze me anymore because I was expecting the question anyway.
Besides, the questioning never stops, do they? When I took a wee bit longer than usual to get married (i.e. already waaaay past the ‘normal’ marrying age), I constantly had that ‘when are you getting married?” question. Some were a tad more subtle and asked when they could stop giving me ang baos. Now that we’re married, the questioning has naturally switched to the one about having a bun in the oven.
Unfortunately, as I’ve mentioned in this entry a while ago, getting the bun in the oven isn’t as easy as it seems. So far, as some of you would have already known, there hasn’t been any buns in the oven. Heck, there isn’t even any dough/flour to begin with. In fact, I’m started to suspect if the oven’s even functioning properly. Ok, actually, there’s nothing wrong with the oven. I’ve done all the checks and all is fine and dandy, apparently. Or as the boy puts it very succintly: 一个屁也没有. That literally translates as ‘one s*** also don’t have’.
Gotta love the boy for saying the truth like it is!
I’ve always believed in the saying that ‘things happen for a reason’ but sometimes, I find it a little hard to hold onto that belief. It’s like a little scab after a fall – you really shouldn’t go and pick at it but it feels so good doing so that you don’t think of the consequences (i.e. it will bleed again!) and continue to pick at it. The more I tell myself not to
obsess think about it, the more I’d do so. You know, I really admire people who have tried for 5, 10 years and are still at it – HOW DO THEY DO IT WITHOUT GOING MAD???!!!!
Also, if we all calm down and think about it, we just got married in May 2009. It is now February 2011. We have only been married for about a year and nine months? Give chance lah…. On hindsight, maybe we should have just done the Hollywood thing and got the bun in the oven before the ring got on the finger, yes?
As such, to stop myself from turning into a psychotic b****, the boy and I have decided that we’d stop this hardcore bun-making business for a while. It’s time to just kick back, relax and be ourselves for a bit. You know, like count all the other little blessings in our lives instead of constantly focussing on what-it-could-have-been?
It has been a while…