Embarking on a long haul flight when you are pregnant 4 months is really a feat, especially for those who are prone to motion sickness like myself. It's ironic that although I had quite bad nausea during the 1st trimester, I never once puked, but I actually vomitted on the flights both to and from Copenhagen! The human anatomy is really strange and beyond even one's own comprehension. I puke only when the plane landed and not any other times.

And pregnant women need to eat regularly. I mean, who doesn't if you want to keep a healthy physique. But it's all the more true for pregnant women, because otherwise they will feel faint or nauseaous, like what I experienced this afternoon. We both were so jetlagged that we couldn't even haul our arses to work. Of course, the heavy snow, slippery roads and gusting cold winds helped us to make an easy decision. And so we worked from home. When the afternoon clock stroke, I pondered about the lunch issue for a minute. We have almost absolutely no food at home to make a decent lunch. So we either have to brave the challenging weather or order food in. But none of us made the first move and the fleeting lunch thought soon passed over.

Trouble started to brew when the clock turned 1.30pm. I started to feel weak and faint, then it developed into nausea. Something which I (gladly)haven't had for weeks. I had to lie down. Only then did we realise the gravity of the situation and we acted to arrest it immediately by ringing Nyonya Kitchen restaurant for home delivery. At first they said home delivery service is terminated today due to bad weather. So I had to lure them with "Ask your delivery man to take a taxi. I'll pay for it." and fortunately, it worked. They came with food about half and hour later and by then it was already close to 3pm. Amazingly, nausea did vanish after I injested some food, although I conceded that it wasn't really tasty, it was just something to fill my stomach.

And here I am now eyes half-closed as my fingers continue to punch the keyboard... jetlag is striking again. My cosy bed is beckoning me...