A Tad Too Much

Last Sunday was Father's Day... Mummy didn't forget to wish Daddy a Happy Father's Day on behalf of you boys.

We took Grandpa (Daddy's Daddy that is) out for dinner last night at Palm Beach to have his favourite crispy duck. Obviously Granny was protesting initially because it is not exactly very healthy... but then again sometimes we must learn to let go. Going to have another big dinner (again) with my Dad this Sunday. Daddy's uncle and family from the states just flew in today around midnight... so we are going to have lots of food for dinner tonight again. Hmmm... I wonder how many more kilos I will be putting on. Mummy has put on 4 kg since the wedding... that is bad because I have never never hit the big 5 on the weighing machine in my entire life.

Uncle Brian accidentally dropped his car key yesterday (again... yes again) and for that Granny was damn upset with him for being careless. But lucky for him... his colleague found his key and of course we found out (or at least suspect) that he might be seeing someone new... that at least made Granny a little happier.

I didn't know who leaked out the news that I was pregnant. During the fire drill yesterday alot of colleagues from my division came to me and told me that I can actually be exempted from it. I didn't have a choice but to "declare" that I had a miscarriage... I didn't know how I got the courage to shrug it off just like that at that point in time. But after that it got to me and engulfed me slowly... the sadness hit me again. I miss you both...