The awful feeling was back. Just before we were about to arrive at Changi Airport, I started feeling  giddy and weak. The bloatness in the the stomache was getting worse as we near home. The naseauating feeling was too familiar and it certainly made me worried.

I was feeling so sick that I stayed at my father’s place instead of going home. Indar (the domestic helper) said she is going to pack her bag and balek kampong if I really strike no. 3. James called the next day and he panicked too when I told him that I am experiencing morning sickness like symtoms.

So after more then 2 days of guessing and uneasiness, I went to buy a pregnancy test kit. Thank goodness, the result was negative! And 大姨妈 also decided to pay me a timely visit to dispel all unnecessary worrying. Phew, what a relieve!

I was so relieved to be back home that my gastric pain set in. Travelling with 2 kids is truly stressful. Luckily Yauyau is already old enough to take care of herself and she was sensible enough to follow the adults instead of wandering off. All the headache came from Didi who demanded to be carried when we need him to be sitted or refused to be let go of us when we want to rest our aching hands. His cryings were most frustrating and his constant pulling of my blouses to nurse was annoying.

The older folks in our party were great help in taking care of Didi, else I would probably have suffered from depression. With more pairs of hands, I got to have quick meals and shower and sometimes moment of peace. It was difficult to enjoy anything unless the kid was sleeping. I guess I was being too stressed up over his hankypanky. But it has been decided that I would never ever travel with young children again unless I desire self inflicted pain.