So It Begins

So in my 6th gestation week, I realised that Mama (together with Abba) made their way to the local pharmacy to purchase a few boxes of this alien instrument to test whether Mama is gestating. D'oh - I wished then I had the physical capacity to kick Mama to let her know instead of dumping almost SGD70.00 into the economy to purchase those kits. That however, did not stop the economy from spiralling downwards since . . . but that's a story for another person to tell.

Anyway, to cut the potentially long story short, Mama took 5 (yes, count 'em - FIVE) test kits just to be sure that her eyes were not playing tricks with the "+" and "double" blue lines in those small windows.

I remember Mama took the final test kit in a public bathroom in Raffles City Shopping Centre (I can forsee Mama lugging me to that shopping mall when I am "adult" enough to understand to go all coo-ing and tell me this story) and excitedly whipped out the kit and flagged it in front of Abba, grinning. She must have really convinced then with Abba excited and horrified at the public display of the kit.

(2 of 5 tests Mama took - if this is not kiasu, I don't know what is)

I thought I had stashed somewhere, a picture of Abba looking all suave and smiley after the "news" sank in . . . but you can picture his grin . . . I wonder if I am going to genetically inherit that same impish grin.

I am not sure whether Abba was happier knowing I was coming along nicely in about 8 months then, or whether he was a few hours to what would be a deafening experience of Singapore's 1st F1 Grand Prix. (Well, whatever it is, that Grand Prix would definitely give him the heads up to what he would get from me, in about 8 months. ;-P)

I'd like to think it's the former. I know it is. :-)