Love On Top

It's exactly 11 days since I gave birth. Wow. It has been a wonderful and surreal experience to say the least. The pain was definitely out of this world and I'm glad I went through it, with epidural of course. 

Fayruz Marzuqi arrived at 9.43am on 25 November 2012. A Sagittarius baby. He would have been a Scorpio like me if he came a day earlier. Haha. Oh well, I FINALLY HAVE MY OWN DRAGON BABY IN MY ARMS. He's really mine, and for years I've been waiting for a baby Dragon and I thank God for giving me the chance to experience both pregnancy and childbirth. Alhamdulilah, Fayruz is a healthy and annoyingly bouncy baby boy.

2.698 kg

My lil' angel

The sweetest thing ever

Mummy and son

First check-up

Second check-up

Me looking haggard even with makeup

Because he is my lil' nephew

Haha the JEALOUS little nephew

Hubby and Fayruz

His smile

How not to love him?

Tembam

Like a boss

Alhamdulilah, everything is well with my baby boy. Wish I could say the same for my relationship with my husband... I mean, I guess we're both adjusting to parenthood and all. But there's just something missing. The spark has long gone, from my side, ever since that "Casanova" episode. My fault, my bad. I just don't know how to fix us any more.

Anyway, till more updates from me! :) Gotta go for my massage now!

Mix of fact and fantasy

Eyebags

Today marks my 37th week of pregnancy. We're almost there, love. We're almost there. There is something surreal in anticipating the arrival of my little prince. Like, I can't imagine it's actually happening. The wait is going to be over soon, in 21 days. Three weeks more, of anxious waiting and sleepless nights and BH contractions. In total honesty, I can't wait for this to be over. But I'm going to miss the privileges that came with the pregnancy.

I still have to endure two more weeks of work, before my maternity leave. Politics at work are getting out of hand, with five teachers resigning. I'm not surprised. Things have their way of fucking up even without the fucked-ups realising anything. I would be glad to be away for the time being, even though I'd be hard pressed at home with a baby and one big dysfunctional family.

This right here.

I never cared much about the newest technology, but if it comes in PINK, hell yes I want it. The iPod Touch comes in solid pink. Enough said. IT COMES IN PINK, FOR GOODNESS SAKE, SO I'M GOING TO BUY IT. Probably with my hubby's dough. Haha!

It's probably going to be on my wishlist for the time being, seeing that I have yet to get any baby stuffs for my little one. But I'd splurge, because it's pink. I want it that bad.

Anyway, I've been awarded the Long Service Award for my company. Like finally, I actually reached the 5 year benchmark in this line. Never though I'd get this far. Another milestone in my life. Quite happy, because I'd get cash, and that means I can actually buy my PINK iPod Touch. Okay, it's bordering on obsession already.

Supposed to collect my wig from Ly's but my dear husband has been breaking promises left and right when it comes to this. I have no idea why he refuses to go Bugis Street. It's collect and go. I won't even want to attempt to go window shopping in my condition. It's almost a month overdue. My poor wig, was supposed to put it on for the Dinner & Dance on 3rd November. It's been left stranded in Bugis when I got hospitalised. Until now. My darling wig, wait for me okay? I'll be picking you up soon.

The Last Hurdle

Does anybody realise how nerve-wrecking it can be to wait for a baby's arrival; especially if you're the Mom? Honestly, the longer I wait, the more nervous I really become.

I've been resting my sexy ass off for the last ten days and it has made me more paranoid and restless. Oh, the irony. The Braxton Hicks contractions are seriously not helping either, I'm going nuts about the pain. But because I'm a master of deluding myself away from pain, it helps that I'm not so panicky and the pain is bearable once I take it as a "mind over matter" thing. Should the real shit happens, oh my, that's another story altogether.

Tomorrow is 9 November 2012. In another month, my little one would be arriving. I have a month to physically and mentally prepare myself for what's to come. The pain, the joy, the everything. I'm definitely scared, scared the fuck out of my wits. Because this pain will be different, it won't be what I'd always had imagined in my mind, it will take me to a whole new level of discomfort and pain altogether. Which is why I'm scared.

Every movement my little F makes, every contractions my little tum makes, brings me closer to the end of this wonderful, torturous but definitely worth every moment, pregnant journey.

I'm really gonna miss the excitement each time me and Hubby go for his detailed scans, I still remembered how I teared listening to his heartbeat for the first time. I'm gonna miss the way he moves around in my tum, the kicks and punches and little responds when I talked or sang to him. I'm gonna miss the way he stubbornly pushes his way to the right side of my tum just because, and will not budge even if I tried to push him back to the middle. I'm really gonna miss all that.

But this is the last hurdle, the final lap. All of us are ready for you now, darling. Mummy and Daddy have been waiting so, so (im)patiently for you, my little prince. We really can't wait to see you!

On a side note, breastfeeding looks easy and simple, but I doubt it'd be so in my case. But for the sake of BIG BOOBIES, I'd do it. Haha!!! 

All we need is just a little patience.

Hello world. It's been such a hectic month, and I have so much to blog about but being pregnant is making me 100x lazier than usual. Hehs.

In the past week, so much happened that I don't even know where to start. But let's start from my birthday, shall we?

Twenty-nine October 2012, I finally turned 24. But instead of celebrating it, I was stuck at work with painful Braxton Hicks with my bratty class. We were at Raffles Hotel for our K2 Graduation concert rehearsal, but never mind that. I didn't celebrate, because I was down with flu and bad cough, and I was just too tired from the rehearsal. So whatever.

Thirty October 2012, I went for my routined appointment at KKH and headed to Bugis after that. Little did I expect that contractions would hit me right in the middle of a crowded shopping area. Contractions hit me in waves, and I could barely walked. Lucky my dearest Fauziah was with me, she urged me to go hospital. Since I was in pain and all panicky, she accompanied me there. Called Hubby and poor dude had to rush from work, because I was so dramatic and crying like a bitch on the phone. Hehe.

So I was hospitalised that night. Spend two nights and three days, bored outta my mind and constantly in pain. I thought for sure I was going to give birth on Halloween! But Baby Junior has other plans. Sheesh. 

So because I was under strict orders to REST from dearest Hubby, family, nurses and doctors, I could not go for my company's D&D. Boy, was I pissed! I threw tantrums and made life difficult for dear Hubby, because he wouldn't understand. Not at all. It would be my last year going as a so-called 'single' lady, before having my first child... but he was so adamant that no tears or tantrums moved him. It's not gonna be the same next year. It won't be. 

We had a huge family gathering for Omak's and Abang Mal's birthday instead at Hajah Maimunah's Restaurant. Food was mediocre and again I was in constant pain. Met Nadiah's BF for the first time, and he was telling me how scary it is to see me silently suffering in pain while my dearest Hubby happily stuffed his face with food. He's nice. Saw Alipo's GF too, her hair was awesome but her piercings were not. She's actually not as pretty as in FB. Okay, I'm just biased. I'm in love with my own face more than anything else. Haha.

And lastly, I wanna thank Mardiana the tallest most loveliest colleague, for her wonderfully nicely gift wrapped baby rompers for my little one. It was too cute!!! It was so small too, I can't imagine Baby fitting into it, but I'm super excited already!

Also Mummy Serene, my wonderful guardian angel... Thank you for ALL the baby stuffs. Everything was so complete, I don't think I need anything else! Maybe I'll indulge in a few clothings or three.

Well, that's about all I think. I'm still sick. Been two weeks already. Sighs. But at least I'm getting a long break from work. I'm just counting down to little Baby's arrival, which should be anytime soon.

Cupcakes, anyone? I'm craving.

My Tummy Tummy

Hello world - I feel so bloated and fat. Today is officially my 29 weeks. :)

77 days more to go before my little prince pops out! How exciting!

Weight Watching

It's official - I DO have an obsession with my weight!

The goal I'm trying to achieve...

Well, my weight didn't used to be a problem until recently. I don't know why it took me so long to realise I'm overweight. Maybe because standing next to my idiotic BF, there wasn't any comparison. He's fat, and I accept that. But the moment you take him away... and it's just me and my reflection in the mirror? OMG!

I literally died!

I mean, I know... I have to watch what I eat and be discipline and all, and I know I can do it. It's just a matter of when and how will he take it. He's definitely not going to be my biggest cheerleader, he's probably going to be the devil tempting me with fast food and sugary drinks! Which is why I'm making plans of all plans to get my weight in check.

Hopefully I get back to the way I was, flat tummy and way healthier than this. Hopefully. :)

But I got to make it happen. I just have to.

I want to see myself go fat to healthy thin, oh I don't know... by the end of the year? The thing is now, I have to start now.

I want my life to be perfect. I don't want my weight to be an issue then, and deep within me it's already AN ISSUE, together with my stupid short hair. Ha-ha!

I don't know if I can make it, or just simply give up halfway... but I gotta try and make a change before this obsession takes control.

I'm going to lose some weight!

A Pretty Little Problem

Central partied like a rockstar! :D

Yes, we finally had that long awaited celebration to commemorate our INDEPENDENCE. Well... so called something like that. They drank, they danced, they partied like motherfuckers and yes, forgive my language. They were great fun, but not my company, still not my company. But I love them anyway.

The ones who stayed till the end! :D

Black Pirate Central~ :)

The cake that marks them all

I wasn't supposed to be there...

But what the hell~ we roll with them boys aye!

It was an eye-opener. At least, the drinking and the drunkards part. Something awkward, something funny, something I could do, something I never will. That was how I felt most of the part. It was great, definitely. A party's a party and it was awesome. We all had fun. BF had his moment, and I guess I'm pretty proud of him and the rest for finally making THIS happened. I'm pretty proud of myself too, I didn't run away or became a wet blanket. BF should be proud of me. Ha ha!

Like Kak Fura FB-ed; this is definitely the first and the beginning of many more to come! Well said, and well done Central!