Friday, September 29, 2006

Ultimatum

The nearer the end comes, the worst my patience is tested. It's only 2 months away from the end of my contract which comes with a bonus. But I have submitted my resignation by post. They should be receiving it by tomorrow or Monday.

My heart just feel so bengkak everytime I think about the end of contract bonus$$$ I will get in November. What more with Hari Raya and the baby coming, extra cash means a lot. Haiiz. Apa nak buat. Dah bukan rezeki aku. But when I think back of the times when it is so difficult for me to take leave or MC, it is about time I left already. I don't have maternity leave anyway (contract staff no benefits) so it doesnt make a difference lah if I tender or not cause still no pay coming into my bank account after junior pops out.

Bulan Ramadhan jugak aku diduga sebegini.

Posted at 11:17 AM

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Unwanted Wisdom

I woke up with a swollen gum today. Ain't that just great?!?!?!??!?!!? On top of being heavily pregnant, I'm still coping with the stress at work and now this. A pain that gives me a terrible headache.

I won't even start on the cost of having the stoopidly wise tooth removed.

The pain is so unbearable!!!

WHY MUST THIS HAPPEN NOW?????????????????????????????????????????

ARGHH!!

Posted at 3:38 PM

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Ooh Mubarak

No more waking up with sleepy eyes and brushing the teeth while food is already prepared on the table waiting for us to chomp chomp . No more escaping from washing the dishes. No more stealing naps after sahur while waiting for Suboh prayers' azan. Why? Because I'm not living with mummy no more.

The tables are turned. I have to wake up earlier to prepare/reheat food. That only happened on the first sahur. 2nd day we both were too tired and I was still unwell anyway. This morning's alarm clock did wake me, but I couldn't drag myself out so I told myself '5 minits'. Yeah right that never is true. Luckily hub told me he just wants kurma and milk for sahur the night before. But he got up himself and fetch his ration on his own. And I got kurma and soyabean served in bed (first time ever I consumed something without brushing my teeth. Yucks!) Really too tired lah to get up. I had to beg hub to let me nap and pray at 6.30 so I can get ready for work at one go. Lucky for me my sweet mama-in-law cooked enuff dishes to last at least almost 2 weeks of breaking fast. All I have to do is defrost and reheat.

And so I concluded (despite my earlier whining) that hub's calling for 2 weeks reservist during Ramadhan is actually a blessing in disguise for me. Allah wants me to rest! Such divine intervention is much needed!!! Heh. He will only be back 4 days before Syawal. So while he strutt his stuff in the unmighty jungle of ours protecting the nation from termites and wild dogs, I will be seeking refuge at my parents place. Yabeeedeeedooooo!!! I don't mind staying alone at my place. But carrying around 10 kg of bones, flesh, placenta, liquid and what not isn't exactly making my toes doing the twinkly dance.

Posted at 10:04 AM

Monday, September 25, 2006

Unsweetened

Last Thursday out of the blue a sudden wobbliness possessed my not-so-cute body and zapped all my energy and stability. One of my colleague had to push me on a wheelchair all the way to Marina Square (office only accept certain clinics MC). Bodoh kan? And hello my office is at the last tower of Suntec. Imagine the distance. Poor girl. And hell its no fun to be on the wheels. People stare and make you feel uncomfy. I feel bad for those who have to depend on 'em permanently.

I thought I am diabetically sweet enough already no? Pfffft. Apparently not. My sugar level was very low. Hence the wooziness and lack of strength. That was an ultimate surprise. Not only because my gynae did ever warn me about diabetes as my baby is bigger than normal but also with the amount of chocs I've been chomping down. I don't understand what is going on in my body. But judging on the exterior, most of the weight goes to the baby (despite the chomping) so there is a possibility that junior is also sucking all or at least most of my food intake.

If not for that clinic trip on wheels, I wouldn't have find out that what I have been feeling lately is actually ~~Toni~~ Braxton Hicks contraction and not junior stretching himself to the surface causing me breathlessness and discomfort. And boy I get that braxton ting alot daily. Can i shoop shoop now? Oh wait that's Houston.

I tried to fast yesterday. A full day. Which was a bad idea. Maybe if not for my bodily lack-of-sweetness it wouldn't have been so torturous. Sigh. But if others can do it..than why can't i. I won't stop trying.

Ps: Well at least hub stopped nagging when I ask for chocs and coke!! Yayheee!

Posted at 11:12 AM

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Crashing In

I hate getting on the MRT or the crowded buses during peak hours. Especially SMRT buses. (No SBS bus goes to Bkt Pjg). The drivers are Formula 1 rejects I think. Shumaker wannabes. You can fly from north to south part in the bus itself. Madness! And I hate standing in front of people making them feel guilty or obligated to give their seats up to me. So I usually stand in the cabin area or corners where I can lean on something.

But I'm a walking sleeping pill lah I tell u. The moment I get onto the bus/MRT, automatically the people's eyes get sleepy lah dey. Any of you have problem sleeping? Call me! This morning was the worst episode ever. I was on bus 960 and it was crowded as usual. I took refuge at the joint part of the long bus. This lady in front of me was whispering (not soft enough)to the husband "these people ah can't event stand for few minits" referring to those seated behind me. She seem more pissed at the others than I am.

Anyhoo, the stoopid speedy gonzales of a driver swerved at an acute angle and send this tall boy on my left flying and crashing RIGHT ONTO MY TUMMY!! The same lady in front had her mouth gaped with her hands covering it. I was darn shocked as she was. The boy was apolegetic but I don't blame him. It's not like he deliberately wanted to hurt me. I was in pain of course and I closed my eyes trying to catch my breath. All of a sudden tears rolled down my cheeks. I don't know why or from where did that come from. Just a sudden silent outburst.

I think even my baby was startled. His favret spot is usually around my belly, but after that hit i cld feel him at the upper part of my bump (just below bustline) in a corner and freezing himself stiff there. It took him awhile to start moving again. But he only moved gently. Not his usualy vigirous self. Poor baby. He must have thought mommy is angry at him and hit him for being too active. Sigh.....

Oh and after that, I still continued standing all the way...

Posted at 10:52 AM

Monday, September 18, 2006

Spicky Span

My house is soooo super duper clean right now I feel like inviting everyone I see on the street over. Let's see for how long it will last. Oh oh oh and I finally know how my steaming iron really works after using it for 6 months. Heh. I don't usually iron hub's clothes cause he always do it on his own. So after much training yesterday (I ironed 1 week worth of office clothes for him..heh) , that was how I learned more about the iron. It really suck to have a huge living room without a blacony. No space for drying laundries. I hate hanging 'em outside cause of the flat's structure.

My antique sewing machine came in last night. And tonight will be the baby's room furnitures. So I am pretty much broke now. Bleargh. I was VERY VERY CLOSE to buying that cool lazy chair for our intended reading lounge as well. But I keep telling myself "not important" in a repeated chu-chu train tone. It was really damn hard. Took me an hour to sort my brains out and finally leave that place.

No pics of my shiny abode. Hehe. Maybe after the sofa and baby's room looking decent enough I will snap some to have memories of how it once looked so clean. Teeheee.

Posted at 9:58 AM

Monday, September 11, 2006

X vs Y Chromosomes

Jeng jeng jeng. The question that I have been asked gazillion times; Boy or girl? We did went for my ADC scan but we didn't want to find out the gender. Although we were sooo tempted. So naturally, I have more than I can count numbers of predictions I get. Majority votes go to Boy based on the 'protruding shape' on my belly.

My MIL would love to have a granddaughter. Well she had 3 sons. So I don't blame her for having enough of boys. Heh. My mother don't really have any preference. She never mentioned nor hint if she would love a mini me or my hub's mini. Khekhekeh.. My maternal instincts tell me it's a boy but it doesn't feel 100% sure at times. Fret not for I am not carrying twins.

Let's see the list of raining babies that hit my friends the past 1-2 yrs;-
Mariam - Girl
Sharifah - Girl (now expecting boy)
Raudha - Girl
Shikin - Girl
Linilidia - Boy
Den - Girl
Rahmat -Girl
Suharti -Girl
Dhilla - Boy
Lina - Boy
Sarina - Girl
Hairi - Girl
Min - Girl
Wani - Girl
Hedaya - Girl

It sure is an overload of the female species reproduction. Not enough male being produced for the future's sperm carrier circle. Errrk. One of 'THE END' is near signs. So what shall be mine? Let's not forget to mention that erm most of my cousins gave birth to boys.

Initially having a girl was a lovely thought. But truthfully, at this point it doesn't really matter anymore. Boy or girl I would still love him/her the same. All I ask for is a healthy and soleh/soleha bundle of joy. InsyaAllah.

Ps: The kicks are getting so much stronger by day. I literally jumped out of shock at times. It's so funny looking at your belly button throbbing in a way looking like it's about to erupt raisins out.

Posted at 10:12 AM

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Contagious Mess

Messy corners in the house are very contagious. Well at least in my house lah. I was on leave yesterday and after the class I head home to rest. But how could I rest when there is an eye sore in my room. So I decided to re-organise my tudung & lingerie drawers and the glass top in the wardrobe which have been used as the "dumping area" lately. Eh wait, apparently there are more than just one dumping area in my house. Bleargh! By the time I was done it was already time for Maghrib prayers. So much for clearing leave to rest.

I really can't stand messes. Lepas kemas satu corner, lagi satu corner plak serak. Never ending is it? I always tell myself the key is maintenance. Clearing and cleaning part is just the cream of the crop. First few months when we moved in, the house was always in tip top condition. Ok lah maybe I can forgive myself for now because I get tired easily and I can only do so much everyday. And why do men like to leave things everywhere? Sigh. The uncompleted shoe shelf is another eye sore. If only I know how to use the drill I could have completed what I started. Yes I was the one who assembled the shoe shelf. Terror kan. I used to be hopeless with DIY stuff. At the rate I'm going, I'll be quite the handy-woman few years down the road.

The most accessible dumping area is our dining set. I seem to have cleared that for like a million times. What is up with that????????? Bila mau game ni. I hope when the sofa comes in it doesn't end up as a glorifying clothes hanger. Bigger house means more dumping space??

Unlike most pampered pregnant women who have their husbands do their everythings, I still do the laundries, cook, scrub the toilets etc etc etc. I don't mind all that but why do the mess keep on coming back? And the irony of just 2 people in the household.

Arggggggggggggggggggh! Domestic stress!!!

Posted at 12:26 PM

Monday, September 04, 2006

Chain Train

It is so unfair on how we wait a month to get paid and yet can finish it all in a day. Heck even in minutes. If only the world was created in a way that we get paid everyday and everything is for free except for food and fuel. Wouldn't that be heaven? Yeah we wish.

Anyway, it has been a while since I had been to a wedding. The last one I went to was probably Dilla's pinkilicious affair back in Feb. I don't remember going to anymore weddings after that. Not that we didn't have any invitations. But I was already beginning to feel 'sick' in May. I was left with no choice nor negotiations for yesterday's event cause it is hub's relative. I had no idea nor expected what was coming. Every makcik we go thru asked the same question "dah sangkut?" And my MIL was there to answer for me "tu dalam perot dia". After being asked repeatedly, all I could give was a faint smile. Imagine if I had NOT been pregnant. Wouldn't that have been awkward and annoying? I suddenly feel for those that have to go thru that. Pressure without cause. Sigh.

Now we all can keep in mind, for we are going to be the future makcik generation wether we like it or not. And let us be more sensitive towards the feelings of the younger ladies may it be your nieces or those who married into the family.

Happy 7th month union anniversary to us!! And it also mark a year and 9 month of knowing each other. Fast ey? May more blessings come. InsyaAllah.