...and you let out an unstoppable laughter. Like,
hahahahhahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahhahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..... (sampai keluar air mata, nervous seh...singgit?). No no, En. Arif is not that cruel. He, in fact, almost always gives in when I ask for something even when he doesn't necessarily need to, like, saying yes to 60% discounted Bimba & Lola flats, when I could have easily paid for them myself. I guess it's true when they say a woman somehow would marry a man with similar traits with her father. Haha yes, my dad is also that gullible when it comes to his girls' requests (upcoming mission is "
Atok belanjalah Pea punya kambing aqiqah nanti." Ngeh.).
I know that it's not like I have massive followers here or anything but I am that perasan and believe that there were people who waited for my DIY Wednesday post. Kehkeh. 3rd trimester has
really kicked in with a bang since the last weekend. There was massive exhaustion and some weird contractions going on. Even helping mom out for to prep for buka took a toll. I could barely walk that Sunday night and half the time I thought I was gonna deliver the baby already. To force myself to get out of bed for sahur, I imagined that last mile in running events - always toughest but rewarding at the end. Heh, drama drama drama. But I was literally a case of "a pain in the ass" where doing/not doing anything for too long led to this sharp, stabbing jabs in my lower body (especially in the nether region). I mean, how can sleep be a painful experience? It felt like I was hit by a truck on Monday morning and it left me lying down (read: falling asleep due to exhaustion) in the prayer room at work for 3 hours. Such agony a mother has to go through even before the birth, and later having to deal with kids who talk back to you and who pretend they're too sick to go to school when they actually didn't finish their homework, tsk tsk..... (aaaahhh okay that was me, bahhahhh!)
Ummmm...yeah, I really just wanted to say that I was too tired to do some crafting for the past week. And it was all really unnecessary because it turned out that I only contracted another bout of bladder infection. Bahhhhhh. Fourth episode throughout the pregnancy no less. I think I should sign up for UTI Anonymous already, or perhaps the bacteria should create a fan page for me ('-_-). Now feeling better on a prescription of potassium citrate, I feel like running a half marathon.
Do I need to babble so much? No, not really. When you didn't get enough sleep, your brain either shuts down completely or it loses the ability to control whatever it needs to. For me this morning, it includes peeing and shutting my mouth up. Told you 3rd tri hath kicketh. That, or the "friendly" bacteria hasn't fully vacated my urinary tract.
On another note, I am (not) proud to announce that I'm yet again a late adopter. Just started reading
Sheikh Muzaffar's wife's blog on juggling life as a mother. OMG, I can't believe how down-to-earth she is. My sister has always adored her blog and been pestering me to pay a visit one too many times but I held my ego up high until today. The reason being, a silly assumption that she must be another celeb wife riding on her spouse's popularity - I bet she talks non stop about her astronaut husband and his activities and accomplishments yada yada yada. I was even adamant (in my head) that she must have some nuffnang ads going and it's just another channel for her to earn some free pocket money for her Chanels. Maybe I should also admit that I have always thought that she's just a trophy wife. Well, shame on you, Nadia, because it appears that she is all but none of these
*self bitch-slapping me now*. Gosh, she is just so....normal. Like you and I. She could use some help with her grammar (
naaaaak jugaaaak point out orang punya kelemahan kan, haha kuang asam eeewww) but I guess she radiates so much humility that something so important in my book of rules had taken the least priority as I read through every post down to the first one. Her writing is nothing more of a young, working mom's journey, and yet you subconsciously "read" her sincerity beyond those written words. I think I would know whether this is really what I think it is or if it's just an effect of lack of sleep. What I love most is how she portrays her husband as really, her husband, and not the celebrity we all know him for. Now I feel double regret for having been on team Dr Faiz all these while. But then again, he does look more of a stud than a muffin, which I think the Sheikh is (I mean it in a good, poster-boy, Korean-pop-star-good-looking-girls-screaming kinda way and in no way offensive, Dr Halina). Oh, she also blogshops! She doesn't need to, does she? I'm sure they have cash all stashed up in their children's trust fund already but she goes gaga over RM10 baby books at baby fairs. Aaaaaahhhh....I'm clicking "Like" on your Facebook fan page already.
Haihh...this weird mommy thing that I never thought I would get. Maybe I wasn't born to be a drill sergeant mother as I had imagined all along (thank God). I already feel connected to stranger moms in the blogosphere and I can't get enough from stay-at-home (and none of them being broke) mommies like
Camp Patton, Buggie & Jellybean,
The Rhodes Log, and a many more out there. This week I truly had the conviction that taking a year off work will Insyallah work out just fine for us. Throughout the course of this pregnancy I went for a few job interviews and had received positive feedback for most of them (except for one with this very stuck up iPad tapping Manager who obviously was supposed to know if I fit her requirements from my CV, but appeared surprised when I told her I'm not the number crunching type and that I have only dabbled in finance for about a year. For the record, the headhunter turned internal HR personnel misunderstood the actual job scope thus leading to setting me up for the interview).
So here I am, (will be) staying home and just making the decision alone had made me feel like a HUGE burden has been lifted off my shoulders. I'm probably half doing it for my sanity - no more fearing my efforts are considered below par after labouring my heart and soul into an assignment, no more being anxious of hearing screams from beyond the walls, no more self guilt for turning up late (I may be tardy sometimes, but it wasn't so bad when I still had the passion). For the most part, I believe that it is time for me to finally leave that self-centred life of my younger years and devote the most part of me to enriching the lives of others i.e. our little nucleus family. Anyway, if you can't be offered a career, why bother be stuck with a job (that leads to nowhere?). And who says you need to conform to what the general society expects you to be/do?
My MBA is just another 6 subjects and a research paper away, so that's the self-reward that I will work on for myself (heh, I'm only human so I still need to feed my ego mmmmkay...). I hope that the freelancing gig(s) will come in on a continuous basis. A good friend is helping out to pull me into this freelancing resource (Alhamdulillah) and one of my besties had helped me secured my first ever job last month. Now it's just time for me to make my service availability known to the world. Hint: I proof read my husband's MBA research paper and he admitted that had he engaged someone else, he would be potentially broke to the bones for every major and
tiny, minor correction, and document formatting (and re-formatting due to somebody else's Microsoft Word incompetency, uurrrgghhhh) I made. So ya know who ya gonna call for proof-reading and editing services now. The charges are very reasonable :)
Gosh, this is one long post. Guess it makes up for the week of silence, eh? And since the blog's URL is Snap 'n Tell, and since I am a big camwhore, I just can't bear signing off without some of my favourite shots of the week hehe.......
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| 32 weeks + 3 days as at last Saturday. I'm huge and waddling like a stuffed penguin, but I have my pillar of strength to support me, both physically and emotionally :) |
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Who would expect a new group of awesome friends at this age? And this lot makes you feel so youthful!
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I love you, you and you.
