I don’t quite remember the feeling when I found out I am pregnant. I remember Luq’s reaction though… mine, not so much. I remember walking into Watsons in Paragon one Thursday afternoon and got a pregnancy kit for the heck of it. To be honest, I didn’t feel or had the slightest instinct that I am pregnant. Maybe, the occassional bouts of gagging that I was experiencing on some afternoons. Anyway, I got two sticks (you gotta be doubly sure) and was planning on peeing on them when I got home.
“I’m gonna pee now… you wanna watch?”
“No, just pee”
Didn’t we have a great time in San Francisco and Maui?! It was such a great adventure – not quite our first, but still… It took us months to decide on where to go for our honeymoon. I lost count of the number of times we changed our honeymoon destinations – more than 5 times maybe?! It was Luq who suggested Hawaii and I went, “why not?!”
Seeing that both of us are not exactly your favourite beach people, we decided to add a city destination into the mix. Initially, I wanted to go to NYC but Luq’s been there before, hence, we thought San Francisco wouldn’t be such a bad idea – a city and beach escape – just our kind of holiday!
The only wifey thing I’ve done thus far was to unwrap a fillet-o-fish for my husband to eat while he was driving. 1o points for me, surely.
Days leading to the big day was manic. I was still running errands the day before my wedding – only got to sleep past 2 am. And everything that could have gone wrong on the wedding day, did go wrong. I kid you not. First of many things would be, there wasn’t a chair at my dais – were you expecting me to sit on the stage with my mega-ass long train? Second, the Tok Kadi was 15 mins late for our solemnization – and, everyone else just had to be early on that very day. Well, those were just two of the many things… but heck it, we had a fantastic good time despite all that.
Nothing much has changed. A lot has happened though, but nothing’s changed. I’m still with Luqman and getting married. Let’s see, work is getting crazier. Ok, people warned me about working in an agency, but me being me, I just needed to see it for myself – how’s that looking for ya? Last week, I overtime-d (rarely happened, ever) for two consecutive days. I even skipped lunch so that I could finish up my work. Is that worth it? NO, HELL NO. I don’t mind putting that extra hours at work occasionally, but not gonna make it a thing. Life’s too short to be serious. Dear future kids, if you happen to read this, this does not apply to you. Love, mumma
Moving on, Luq and I spent the weekend painting our room. We were pretty prepared for it. We went shopping for paint the weekend before and picked the colour in less than 10 minutes – I’m getting better at making decisions. While painting halfway, I was this close to hire some construction workers who were having their lunch break to finish painting our room. It was so tiring. Of course, Luq did the major paint jobs but still, climbing up and down the ladder and at the same time battling the mother of heat was not an easy feat! We only finished past midnight (we started at 10 am, mind you) and gotta treat ourselves to (super) late night ice cream afterwards. Painting never again.
Hoping to start a brand new week right by blogging about what happened in the past two weeks. So what happened?
Let’s see, I started a new job. After being unemployed for two months, I am finally back in the 9-5 grind. Excited as I was, I caught myself dreaming about my potato couch days in the office. It was just me, Netflix and the sofa (and my grandpop who sat on my opposite, totally judging me for the fine woman I’m becoming). I find myself scrambling for time to relax, do my house chores (read: the piling laundry), spend time with my family and Luq. The need to strike that balance is necessary, but challenging. Nevertheless, I’d try my best like vacuuming the house in the middle of the night (if not, when is a better time?). Work has been … well, work. I’m still getting to know the group’s dynamic and trying to fit myself in. I’ve made some friends who are, apparently, at least 4 years younger than me. So tell me now, how do I not feel old. On my first lunch with them, they asked if I have a bf. Err, how about I am getting married in 3 months? And two weeks into my new job, IRAS sent me a letter in the mailbox asking me to pay for my income tax… can you give this girl a break? There goes the birthday surprise for Luq. Sorry baby, maybe next year 🙂
With May(hem) swinging in, we are down to our last three months before the big day. Not sure if what we’re feeling counts as wedding jitters, but there’s this tingling feeling in the air, stomach and everywhere else that you can think of. Planning this big day has been quite a ride. Just when you think you have crossed that hurdle, another one comes smacking right in your face. From my experience, the hurdles come in various forms – you won’t even guess that it is even remotely possible in the first place. Then when it happens, I’d call my rescue team (Luq, who else?).
But despite all that (some of which I failed to anticipate – no one gets it right the first time!), I can’t be more thankful for having talented family members in my life. You know how frustrating it can be dealing with vendors who don’t even know you, your style and how much minimum is minimalist enough. So, having these people in my life is truly a blessing.