Almost the ending…

I’m due in about 3 weeks now and I still can’t swallow the fact that I’m gonna be a mommy! So much has happened past 9 months and all I can say is that it has been a wonderful journey, I just hope it ends as wonderfully too.

I have read numerous books on pregnancy and in my opinion the best is ‘My Pregnancy Week by Week’. It shows the mothers progress, the baby’s and exactly what generally happens to the mother’s body at that time, what diet is best, what to avoid and what exercises is best done at the specific week. This one book has been my best guidance, of course apart from tips and advises from mothers and sister in laws. Nothing can beat first hand experience tips.

I have gained much more weight than I expected, but honestly it doesn’t affect me at all. I know I need this much fat and energy in me to help me go through the labor. I have water retention – on my face. How unfortunate for me! But I’m still not so bothered about it. I occasionally get water retention on my feet and it hurts a lot. The skin on my feet has hardened so much that its difficult to be massaged. But that’s ok, cause this too shall pass soon.

I know my tummy is BIG. The other day, during my nephew’s birthday party, I was walking and bumped into a little boy aged about 4 years old. My entire tummy was blocking my view and I didn’t know what laid beneath. Then onwards I knew I had to be more cautious and look down as I walk. So, I don’t really appreciate it when people tell me how small my tummy is, cause it is not, unless they are comparing me to other people’s tummy, which they shouldn’t.

Pregnancy is an individual experience.

I have been getting nervous lately. Not much thinking about the labor pain, or is it? I haven’t been sleeping well, I’m getting nightmares every night – which is supposedly normal during the third trimester. All the baby clothes has been washed, dried well, drawers lined with scented papers and the clothes are neatly arranged according to months. Not that there are a lot, but a few nice ones gifted by mum. Its just sitting there quietly waiting to be envelope the insyaAllah healthy and pretty baby girl.

Minor contractions has started, back pain is causing me to be less productive during the day and all I need is a good massage from the maid and sleep off for a good 1 hour every afternoon. Thank God for this luxury. This is the only reason I have for not minding not being able to work at the moment.

The one thing I wished I had done from the very stage of my pregnancy was to take a full pic of myself. Month 1-9, then make a scrap out of it. I’m not a pic person, so isn’t Fadhil. So I don’t have more than 5 pictures of me with a big tummy.

I’m really looking forward to end this pregnancy and start a new chapter. I hope I have my friend’s support and prayers. I’m waiting for a few of you to join me you know, like Shabeena and Jessy. Cepatla.. atleast I won’t look like an aunty sangat to your kids later.

Wish me luck..

Kids Say…

This is Aamir Hamzah.  My second nephew. He is about 2 plus now and my…the things he says..amazing! Henna, Aman and Aamir come up with the wittiest and cutest things any child can say and its so hilariously funny you’d wish they would said it on televison!

Lately Aamir has been very expressive, his eyes, lips and face all move at the same time, expressing to the world about his feelings. Cute! And since these little coochies of mine have been so good with words, I thought I’d write it down somewhere so 10 years down the road I can show it back to them and have a good laugh about it.

During a cousin’s wedding, Fadhil wore a B.I shirt with some lined sowed-on design. Then came Henna and Aman, saying this :-

Aman: Phupha phupha…. phupha feeling hot is it? Why phupha tore phupha’s bajuuee??

Henna: Phupha so poor!… phupha’s baju all koyak koyak!

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Fadhil was telling Henna and Aamir about chinese horoscope and about the animal the year they worn in. I’m a pig by the way and Fadhil is a snake. So during dinner, Aamir was telling his dad about himself.

Aamir: Aamir dog papa..aamir dog!

Anu: You are a dog? How do you sound like?

Aamir: Wuff wuff. Aamir dog!

Anu: But you don’t have a tail.

Aamir: Got papa…. there (points somewhere down), its infront!

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My granma wears a saree, and the blouse is always a little short, giving away space for the skin. Little Shareef was standing behind her for a good 1 min without saying anything, just looking at her, and says this :-

Shareef: Same same!!! Nani samesameeeee!!

Nani: What same-same?

Shareef: Same same! There (points at his belly) nani same same!

same same -(shame-shame)

There are so many more… but my bod is telling me to hit the sack, I’ll probably continue again tomorrow..

After a Long Wait

I had lost interest in writing for a long time.  Its not as though nothing exciting ever happends to me, its just that i have so lazed my self from blogging, that at times I regret starting up this blog. I’m not even sure if anyone reads it.

But anyway, I am 32 weeks into my pregnancy now and enjoying every moment of it. The joy of this wait is so dashyat that I discovered I had some a lot of interest in embroidery. Oh yeah probably the other main reason for my lack of time in blogging was due to this. Embroidery.  I have done almost 4 things while waiting for my lil one to pop out.  1. A mini garden ribbon embroidery which is meant to be framed, 2. A baby blanket, 3. A lace with ribbon embroidery to be stitched somewhere, 4. A pillow case and now maybe another blanket. Fadhil says I’m crazy. Because I tend to do it from morning till evening continouosly at times and this screw’s my eyes and I will be so dead tired by 7pm.

I really lack interest in blogging I dont even now how to end this post. I’m considering deleting Flovez Verbose. Shall I ?

Hit The Gym!

I’m a happy 6 months preggy lady now.  Every now and then I feel my baby kicking in me and this, ofcourse gives me one of life’s best pleasures. Although at times, especially at night it gets rather uncomfortable because everytime I start doozing off, there will be continoues kicking every other second. I guess thats when the baby will be most active after birth (eeps!)

I have also put on some unwanted weight around some unwanted areas of my body. Not pretty. And the comments I get from close ones are just fantastic. Like yesterday, I went back to my mum’s house after a few days and my mum’s maid got a little shocked looking at my everygrowing body.

Kak Su : Eh, kenapa mak besar kamu zahara? Gemook!

Me : Dah 6 bulan kan..

Kak Su : Itu semua badan kamu ya? Depan belakang itu sungguh badan kamu ya? Bukan bajunya tebal?

Me: Bukan…

Kak Su : Ya Allah.. macam mana kamu zahara. 6 bulan kenapa mak besar sangat. Macam mana kamu tu ada 3 bulan lagi. Ya Allah….!!!!  Kamu jalan boleh ya? Tak jongkek jongkek? Besar ya… Besar banggat!!

Me : !@@##@$%$%^

So I’ve decided to join the gym – after delivery, after my pantang. Fadhil isn’t getting any smaller either. I’m starting to get nightmares about how huge is face is bloatting and horrible stuff like that. His brother gave him a piece of advice too for not making an effort to stay slim. So well, today I woke up early.. 5.45am! just so he goes to the gym. I slept all the way in the car and here I am, sitting outside waiting for him to be out, which might probably take another hour. Considering how late I usually wake up nowadays, I consider this a big sacrifice of my side for him. haha. But in comparison to whatever he does for me, this is nothing.

The gym is definately not a place where I will ever be comfortable in. I have never been to one except once when Fadhil was showing me around. But I just don’t see the point of paying to sweat. I’d rather go for long walks around the housing estate, or cycle, or swim. Not burn money to burn the fats. But this is something he and I don’t agree on. I guess, to each his own.

There is a whole lot of activity going on in there and people do seem happy. Happy to be in an environment where they have to sweat. I don’t see anyone talking to each other. I see a few ladies in some very nice excersizing gear, some very buffed-up gym instructors, I can’t see Fadhil from where I’m sitting, the cleaners are busy cleaning, its 8.08am now and at least 13 people have left the gym with a healthy pink glow on their faces and some people are sipping away coffee on the upper floor, obviously done with their daily regime.

But….all I want to do is get back home and hit the sack!

Rainbow!

Yesterday was spring cleaning day for Fadhil and me. And the reward after a hard days work?… this beautiful rainbow just outside our bedroom window.

I didn’t Say Anything

Life Is Like This

I had an interesting talk with my MIL this morning. We hardly spend time talking the way we did today, merely because most of the time I leave the house pretty early and then she is off to work. Today was nice. I had a slice of good conversation with her on life.

We spoke about many things, mainly about how life is treating all of us now. It may seem bitter now, but I believe there will be a lot of sweetness later. Thats what my brother told me during my earlier stage of pregnancy. I used to complain to him about the bitterness in my mouth and that every food I eat taste bitter. He just told me to hang on, cause the bitterness now is only because there will be a lot of sweetness later, insyaAllah.

I take that same advice and apply it to my everyday life, in hopes and believe that at the end of all this problems there will be a lot of happiness along with with many people to share our joy. My current hope is my baby, that may He or She bring so much light and life into this house and that everything will fall into its place.

I gained a fair bit of advice from MIL today. Some of which she says is :

1. Allah dah tentukan Qada dan Qadar, tapi kita mesti tahu apa yang baik untuk kita dalam hidup dan selalu cuba buat yang terbaik dengan niat yang bersih. Ada 2 jalan Allah beri, pilih yang mana betul. Ini akan tentukan hidup kita masa depan.

2. Lima-lima jari kita lain. Tapi itu semua jari kita sendiri, betul? Sama macam anak. Anak-anak kita semua pe’el (perangai) lain, tapi semua darah kita, anak sendiri. Jadi apa juga jadi dalam hidup, kita mesti mahu adil dengan anak.I kept staring at all my 5 fingers when she said that. Boy, it made so much sense.

3. Jangan sekali-kali hutang sama orang. Alhamdullilah selagi kita ade rezeki, kita harus beri sama orang, jangan ambil.

Well, there were many more, these are some of which I remember very clearly.

Sometimes life can be very nice and sweet, offering us whatever we want, and sometimes it can be very harsh. Just tawakkal and believe that everything that happends is for a good reason.Bitterness now and sweetness later.

What to do….. Life is like this.