It’s pretty upsetting. For me. And perhaps somewhat psychologically disappointing to some extent. Not necessarily to myself but maybe onto others.
A question. A question that has been lingering in people’s mind. A question which has eventually evolved to being expressed more and more often within these past few days. Among family and friends. Something I dread to hear again. Haunting me.
“Are you, *clears throat*, Are you pregnant?”.
I feel like barfing and giving my best performance of being pregnant the next time someone decides to come up with that question again. Just for kicks.
It didn’t bother me at first. It really didn’t. It was weeks ago when the first person asked me that question. I just smiled and care-freely shook my head, denying such rumors. Perhaps it was just one of those things that people like to bombard on newly married couples. Breaking the ice maybe. Well, similar reoccurring events happened thereafter. Same questions only by different people. I just absorbed it like a piece of bread in a glass of milk.
But the final straw was when I received a text message earlier today. A friend of mine dreamt that I gave birth to a baby girl. Seriously? Am I channeling weird pregnancy vibes across town. Even into dreams. How is this possible? It’s official. Everyone, except the clearly relevant individuals in this relationship (Raja and myself), knows about our made-believe-baby. A girl nonetheless.
Let me clarify things. NO. I AM NOT PREGNANT. Don’t get me wrong. I’d love to break my back carrying a foetus around for 9 whole months, withhold any sudden urge of projectile vomiting, and battle the unpleasant agony of a beautiful child birth. Just, not now.
So I look at myself hard into the mirror this morning. And yes, maybe me putting on a few pounds had probably contributed to some of those speculations. Big time. So I’m fat. Fatter than before. Does that really relate to being pregnant? Ok, maybe it does. Because of that, I decided to put an end to this madness. At this moment of weakness, I had finalized my two best options of doing so.
Method 1: Exercise more and eat healthily. Which is why I made this healthy looking salad for lunch today.
And my personal favorite. Method 2: Fatten Raja up to make me look slimmer. I’m really relying on this second alternative, which is why I made this greasy unhealthy looking fried chicken and fried potato with chili for HIS lunch. With lots of rice of course. *Evil grin*.
My mission backfired though. I ended up eating the leftovers. A piece of chicken and 3/4 of that chili potato. AND my salad. I ate more that him!
Maybe I SHOULD just continue pretending that I’m pregnant. That way, I’ll be able to carry the weight with some dignity. Nobody laughs at a fat pregnant lady.
I see what you did there!
I will explain this time.
1. You want to talk about food.
2. Your meals are like those in Restaurant City. Do you want to trade for ingredients?
I was mainly focusing on the fact that I have put on weight, but food just came into the picture. I see now why I’m actually putting on weight. Raja calls it GLUTTONY. I say he needs a smack in the head.
Also, are you suggesting that I’m preparing my meals based on the menu in Restaurant City? I certainly have not. Why? Who told you? Have you been talking to Raja?
wahahahaahahah……. get raja to work hard.. maybe u don’t need excuse 4 being BIG… huhuhu..
by the way if ur pregnent do let me know… want to test my self on keeping secret… ( habis kat sini jer) GERENTY.
….. take this advice
went people ask bout u ( weight )…. just said ur married… it normally work on guys! waahah bob alwayz do that last time… now nobody ask him any more.
Lol. I’m sure I can rely on you to keep a secret. You’ve only ruined a good birthday surprise once or twice. Definitely reliable =P