Hello November

Hello November.

I have touched my the number 3 of my pregnancy journey.
Yes 30 weeks and I cannot believe that even I am turning 30 in a few months time (though in May)
I think the anxiety of giving birth is kicking in but I am brainwashing myself that I have a mighty threshold for pain.

Oh well.. we see how it goes.

But I told the husband that if my waterbag breaks, we shall look at each other and laugh and head down to the hospital.
Yeah, something I need to do for myself before I get a panic attack which will be accompanied by the asthma.

My wonderful marriage turns 1 in November.
God knows where the time has gone to but nonetheless, I thank Him for the time I get to spend with my husband.
The happy times. The romantic times and of course we do have our rough patches.
Arguements if you prefer it to be called.
But the rough patches are really nothing compared to the engagement days and I am very happy at how our relationship evolved and matured.

I love it that we are so comfortable with each other and the companion have been enjoyable.
Above all that, my wedding day is still very vivid in my head.

The time I signed the agreement to be his wife.



He took his vow and promised my dad to take care of his little girl



He has not failed his duty a bit.

I can still remember right after he opened my veil, he said,"You are beautiful."
I swear for once it was a sheepish smile.
(yes, else my smile to him will always be the tak-tau-malu-smile)



And you can see from my face, how content I was that day.
My heart swelled, sprung and burst all at the same time.

November will be the month I need to focus.
Focus to get my butt off my bed and get some ground work going.

My house is still stranded with boxes and only the paint and some furniture in since we got our keys.
Thanks to the horrid asthma which made me phobic to head to my own house again.
I am giving myself 30 days to finish off where I started.

I need to have Rania's nursery ready and of course I am looking forward to furnishing my house, especially my love nest (aka the master bedroom)
It will not be fully furnished but we know it will be a comfy place for us.

I am pretty much surrounded by people who keep tabs of who carries what handbag, wears what shoes, buys which house, those who compares the size of their houses and how they furnished it.
It really makes me sick in the stomach when they ask when will my open house be.

There will be no open house.

I refused to clean the mess after I took a lot of effort cleaning the house to move in.
I know they would like to compare house furnishings and really see what my house is really like.
But I am not the kind of person who gives in to people like this and really I am not putting myself on the pedestal.

I'm a realist. Period.

Anyone's last comment, if they cannot find any is 'Oh.. she's a rich man's daughter.'
I will just smile.

There is no need to stand up for myself and neither any compulsion for anyone to know.
Of course, those who would love to come to my house (in fact I have invited a few) to play the Xbox Kinect or visit the baby or have tea and coffee or just a chit chat sesssion, me and the husband is more than happy to welcome you.

Many who have come to briefly take a look, loves the view of my house.

From my master bedroom



The husband caught sunset from the balcony



It is breathtaking for us.
I cannot wait to start cleaning up my house.

xoxo