I have not been updating my life here because typing is hard work – what pregnancy does to you! Jokes aside, fatigue from pregnancy is real so is pregnancy brain. All I could muster after a day’s work is lying down on my bed doing absolutely nothing. Believe me, I counted down to my maternity leave since week 10. Initially, I wanted to start my maternity leave at week 38 but, nah that so not happening! That being said, tomorrow is my last day in the office. I cannot be any more proud that I made it this far – being pregnant and working full time can be quite a feat.
The second trimester is definitely a treat so far. My mood is lighter, my appetite is growing and I’m pretty convinced that I have some kind of pregnancy glow going on (or that could possibly be slaps of foundation on my face). Whatever it is, I’m feeling much better than the first trimester. Alhamdulillah 🙂
How time flies. It’s been almost 3 months since we got married – no one is dead yet, kidding. Getting into the routine of things took us some time. Well, we know that it isn’t going to be easy, but we also know that it won’t be that hard either. Just take some getting used to (at least, that’s what we tell each other all the time).
Things like, the doubling pile of laundry, the constant yakking coming from me about leaving hair/dust on the wet toilet floor and the wet sink (I still don’t get it!). These are just some of it. Also – Luq freaked out at how OCD I am about our room – just our room. There was once, I looked conflicted before leaving our room and he asked why. So I said, “the dresser is really messy… you didn’t place your ring box properly”. I guess you still learn new things about your partner every day.
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.
Obviously, that wasn’t me. Nope, not guilty.
I had a fantastic time with my girls last night. I knew there was going to be a dinner and a sash (because I asked for it, some things you need to be very clear about), but a bridal shower!!! Hehe, I was over the moon last night.
So… I got to be a blonde with short bob and bangs. My goodness, those are the three things I’ve been secretly wanting to have. I looked like the crazy bride from Mean Girls (you know the one Lindsay Lohan dressed as for Halloween). I had to eat, drink and walk around Arab Street looking like a drag queen as quoted by my brother. I don’t remember when was the last time I did something quite outrageously like that. Even a cat was totally judging my scene.
We’re at the mid-point of Ramadhan. Truthfully speaking, I looked forward to this holy month. Something about it gives me a sense of serendipity. Never mind the rush to break fast at home (the hustling is real in MRT), I find the greatest joy to break fast with my families. Luq and I made a point to break fast at each other’s house regularly– we do it alternately. Also, we realised that we managed to save quite a bit on our expenses too! How not to? We’re always heading to the mosque after break fast and knocking out after prayers. I’m telling ya, it’s cardio (and meditation, of course!).
Last Sunday, we broke our fast together with Luq’s mum and dad outside. My goodness, that reminded me why I don’t fancy doing that too often. Honestly, I’m quite a pest without food. You should stay clear of me during the last hour of fast. My parents who are very well-acquainted with my hunger pangs would leave me alone and won’t really push me to help out unless I offer. But of course, after break fast I would help with the cleaning. See, the power of food. There was once my mum commented how I was such a princess not helping to prepare the table. She got the silent treatment at dinner table. My dad, the mediator tried to appease me. Didn’t work until after terawih prayers. Don’t take offense if I flip out on you that last hour of fast! This is something that I need to change soon, especially when I have kids of my own. I can’t possibly not prepare the table because I have a troop of hungry people depending on me. Such a responsibility.