And.... In spite of feeling bloated I still want to stuff my face with very very fatty foods. I was pathetic and I thought watching Bridget Jones was the most sane thing to do.
My take? This is the time we wives really appreciate husbands with great sensitivity. Ones who maybe without any rational reasons surprised us by saying something nice, asked us to go out on an unplanned date or simply being more....what's the word...gratifying?
It's a tricky business but with no scientific prove whatsoever, I do believe that would or might slightly lift up the spirit. I said slightly. It may varies depend on individual.
Really boys. It's only once a month for only a 1 or 2 days. The rest of the month we're happy as a bunny hopping in a meadow full of carrots. So before something else can make me more demented than I already am, Fairuz decided to bring me and my sister to a nice buffet restaurant just across the road from our apartment for a nice dinner.
And you can guess what happened next. I was the bunny who's hopping now except there wasn't just carrots there, there was a bunch of other I-don't-care-what-it's-called fish, chicken, mushroom and deserts. Thank god I was behaving otherwise I would have brought a tupperware with me.
By the end of the day I can't remember what was it that had made me so emotional. I'm full, satisfied and happy. And most importantly, I'm not the one who the waiter gave the check to. Hehe.
Thank you baby. You know I love you.