What Kind Of Mom Will You Be?

here's another one of those random quizzes from facebook. try this out yourselves.

and my result is...Super Duper Mom???!?!?!?!?!?!?

yeah...right. how i wish it were true.

if i were so super, my kids would be intellectually brilliant, well-mannered, well-behaved, perfect little sweetie pie angels...and i won't be getting snide remarks about how lax i am with the kids, how i don't know how to teach/discipline my kids etc.

*sigh*

whoever said being a parent is easy-peasy?

i'm now 35 weeks into my final trimester, and i think wen's beginning to sense that "the competition" will begin soon. i remember xian also started to behave in a similar a few weeks before wen was born - she was clingy and difficult, and demanded my attention constantly even though the grandfolks and her dad were around. so i suppose it's natural reaction/intuition for wen to behave as such. and she's still a little too young to verbally communicate her insecurities (xian was slightly older then and she was able to voice her frustrations to a certain extent).

last night i raided the cupboards and unpacked all the old baby clothes which i'd kept. the MIL and i went through the pile and sorted out all the newborn-sized apparel, including mittens, booties, hankies and cloth diapers for washing. most of them were hand-me-downs from the older cousins to xian, then to wen and now to terrorliza. one of the outfits is really ancient - my mum had passed down an old shirt that i had worn when i was a baby! gosh, that's like 34 years old!

i've also packed my hospital bag, just in case terrorliza makes an earlier-than-planned appearance. technically, if she chooses to arrive in week 37, she's still considered full-term. essentially this means i have about 3-5 weeks left to carry the bump. and we all *know* how quickly time flies, so i can't afford to laze around and wait till the final moments.

not surprisingly, i'm not too excited about going through all that labour-contraction motion. i just hope for a safe, smooth, fuss-free and uncomplicated birth. perhaps it's just my feminist streak try to break free, but i just think it's so darn unfair that women have to go through 40 weeks of pregnancy, then hours of agonising labour, childbirth and after the ordeal, thrown the main responsibility of being the primary care-giver!

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

forgive me. it's them crazy hormones taking control again.

Super Duper Mom? let's face it, i'm obviously *so* not mumsy material.