"I feel like people get lost when they think of happiness as a destination. We’re always thinking that someday we’ll be happy. You know, we’ll get that car or that job or that person in our lives that fixes everything. But happiness is a mood and a condition, it’s not a destination. It’s like being tired or hungry; it’s not permanent, it comes and goes, and that’s okay. And I feel like if people thought of it that way, they’d find happiness a lot more often."
-One Tree Hill | carp3—diem (via quote-book)final countdown
Tomorrow marks my 37th week which means my little darling is full term. Which also means I can be due anytime now. Gotta admit the feeling of uncertainty is scaring me a little. Okay, a lot actually. Whatever I’ve read up for the past 8 months won’t be able to fully prepare me for the real deal. I have a rough idea of what’s going to happen and I pray that the delivery will go smoothly. Though I’m super excited to finally meet the little person growing inside of me, I’m kinda sad I cant feel her moving and kicking inside of me after she’s born. As for now, I’m just praying for her to be born safely and healthily. Insya’Allah.
a year ago
I felt like the luckiest person in the world. Marrying the guy that I love and who loves me even more. Excited to start my new journey as his wife.
So much happened over the past year. And somehow things are no longer what I thought it would be that fateful day onwards.
I thought with our little bundle of joy on the way, we would be even happier to start our new journey as parents.
I don’t know what changed him so much. I don’t need a servant, a maid, a nurse. I don’t need someone to wait on me like I’m that useless.
I just want my husband back. The man I married a year ago. The one who would always be there to listen to my thoughts. The one who would do anything to make me happy. That one person who loves me like no one else would.
Instead, I’m with this new person who gets irritated at every little thing I ask, who gets agitated when I don’t follow what he says, who makes me feel like I’m the biggest burden in his life, who makes me feel the worst about myself.
I didn’t expect that I would be crying here on my bed instead of celebrating our one year anniversary.
I yearn for what I had a year ago. A husband who truly loves me.
screw Edward Cullen , I want a salvatore brother.
(Source: blo0odlust)
the past 29 weeks
Today marks the start of my 30th week. Thinking about the due date approaching in 10 more weeks makes me nervous. I don’t really know what will happen when the time comes. Just praying for the best..
The past 29 weeks have been an interesting experience for me. From the moment I found out I was pregnant on 2 May 2011, life hasn’t gone exactly as planned. I’ve always thought I’d work throughout my pregnancy to keep myself active and also because I have things to pay and parents to support. But the craze of the morning sickness, the fact that I was fine one minute and puking in the dust bin the next. I could go to sleep feeling all well and excited about work but woke up with a paralyzing headache. I couldn’t stand the sight or smell of chicken. Keeping food down in my tummy seemed to be impossible. This lasted till June and thankfully things got better.
We went for our first baby appointment on 13 June 2011 and as expected, I lost weight due to the morning sickness. We had our first ultrasound scan and seeing our little darling for the first time made all our sacrifices worthwhile. Seeing another living person inside of me was so surreal. She was still so small yet so active. One of the most memorable times of my life.
4 months later, here I am 30 weeks pregnant. I’m no longer struggling with morning sickness, but to get a decent sleep at night, to fit in my clothes, to be able to walk around without aching feet and back. Yet I still feel so blessed feeling my little darling move and kick in my tummy. How she can’t stop moving/dancing when listening to songs. How she kicks non stop when I don’t eat. How hubby talks to her every night and complains to her about me. I can’t wait for December to come when we can finally hold her in our arms. Insya’Allah I pray that everything will go smoothly and we can soon be our own little family.
trial and error in cooking
Well, today I felt like eating nasi goreng kampung like the one we ate on Saturday in JB. After getting the recipe from my mum, I started preparing all the ingredients. Fast forward - it didn’t quite turn out the way I want it to be. Not as spicy and definitely not like nasi goreng kampung. *sigh* Though I’m disappointed, at least it’s a decent edible meal for my baby. I guess it’s all about trial and error in cooking. Some days you have better luck, some days you don’t.
Anyhoo, got great news from my SIL. Her sister Yah just gave birth to a super cute baby girl! My SIL messaged me a picture of the baby and my heart melted looking at her. So cute and fair like Yah! Can’t wait for our turn in December when we can finally see our little princess.
This Friday is my 7th month check up. I have to fast from midnight onwards with a blood test at 8.30, ultrasound at 9.15 and doctor checkup at 10.20. Hopefully everything is okay and that our little girl is growing healthily.
Base By: Jahrenesis
