We may appear normal

But then you open up our kitchen cabinets and find this...

Exhibit A.

And you open up our pots and find this...

Exhibit B.

And our counters covered in this...

Exhibit C.

Exhibit A - Chinese medicine that apparently all decent Chinese women are supposed to have for the month after birth. My policy when handed a bowl of dark liquid with who knows what was inside? Don't ask, just drink.

Exhibit B - Again, don't ask just drink.

Exhibit C - The aftermath of having 2 breast pumps and transporting bottles of milk everyday to my parent's place.

When the post-partum Chinese lady left, I lost 7 pounds in 5 days. That's because she was feeding me at least 4 eggs a day.

And finally I leave you with flashcards on the TV...

And a picture of my desk that pretty much sums up the past two months: my printer and my hospital-rented pump.

It's definitely time to take back my life, my kitchen, and my home!

don't let this face fool you

It's 5am and I've been up for the past hour and a half thanks to this guy...

Done and DONE.

Verdict: Having a baby might've actually been easier than trying to take the bar 2 1/2 months later.

But I DID IT. Or should I say WE did it. Because it took the entire Chern village, and I can never thank my family nor Terah enough. When the proctor called time on the third day, I broke into tears of sheer relief.

It has taken everything in me to do this, and I am truly blessed to have had so many people rooting me on. Come November, when I find out if I passed... I may care, and my future employers may care, but it brings me great comfort to know the God I find my strength in will likely not care... and neither will Noah. He is now ours to keep and day 1 of full time motherhood just began for me!

The cake my family bought me to celebrate coming back from the bar.

P.S. Terah wanted me to add this picture was taken with his spiffy new iphone, a gift from his parents!

mother and son

t-shirt courtesy of Jon and Grace

Still surviving

Noah is 8 weeks! Our little monster is starting to feel less like a newborn and more like a real bonafide baby. A few things we've learned along the way...

He likes to admire himself in the mirror when he gets his diaper changed. I guess I would too.

He likes to cry when he's bored. Or tired. Or just plain unhappy with the world. This third scenario pretty much happens... all the time.

When he wants to sleep, there's just no stopping him.

His hair is just so outta control.

In other news, I'm still hanging in there with the bar. Barely. We are down to the last few weeks before I head to a hotel for three days and take this ridiculous exam. (Yes, I'm taking it that seriously and living in a hotel). I'm still not confident as to how I'll do, but I'm hoping to give it my best shot.

Last, my mom doesn't read this blog, but I'm going to make her read this entry. Thanks Mom for being the best g-ma and taking the brunt of baby care right now. We couldn't have pulled off these few months without you!!!

Here's Noah and I being entertained by something my mom is doing...