This birth story is coming in very late but it doesn't matter.
Because every birth story is unique. You can give birth 10 times and you have 10 stories to tell.
Thanks to the maids (yeah I changed 4 in 8 months) that all I ever was doing in the house was orientation and getting all stressed up because they are just getting on my nerves. Please don't judge me because I am very nice to maids.
I believe they are here to find money to bring back to their home but alas, not many have that mindset.

But yeah, so far my pregnancy with Riduan was pretty smooth. Asthma was at bay despite whenever I am hit with flu, it will drag for two weeks. This birth story is a must write. Because I wrote one for Rania.
So if I am planning to have 5 kids (6 is bonus, 7th heaven is the limit), there will be at least 5 birth stories to tell.

With Riduan, again, I was hospitalised on 1st October for high blood pressure and then on hospitalisation leave for 2 weeks. In between, I went for another check up at 36 weeks. I was already 2cm dilated. So gynae suggested that we arrange for a delivery the following week. Otherwise if there was any pain, I have to check into the labour ward.

Challenging times because Alfi would not allow me to carry Rania and he said I must have a lot of bed rest. I was going to die if it was bed rest!
I insisted to go out and take a walk. Window shop. Have coffee. Whatever that makes me get out of the house and breathe the air outside.

So on 10th Oct, I felt aching pain and heavy down there. I checked into the labour ward thinking that I was going to deliver but was sent home because they felt that it would be too premature to induce. Baby was 36week +4 days.
I found out later on that there were not enough beds. Everyone wanted to give birth on 10-10.

So I was having Braxton Hicks and was in pain on and off all the time. I told Alfi I wanted to deliver because I rather have him out then having to withstand the pain. Again we realised it was a bad date. 13-10-13.
We called the hospital and again they said all beds were full. Darn.

15th Oct was Hari Raya Haji. I was glad I booked my scheduled induce delivery on the 16th. I was playing with the holidays and making sure that Alfi could spend as much time with me.
16th Oct was also full but luckily mine was pre-booked.

We were told to arrive the hospital at 6am on that day but since I have trouble sleeping and I didnt want to rush to the hospital.
I was heavy and any anxiety will not help.
Before I left, I gave Rania kisses and hugged her till Alfi was ready to go. I felt very emotional that she was no longer going to be the only child. I enjoyed splurging all my attention to her and that was going to end.

So we arrived the hospital at 8.30am. Of course got some warning from the nurses but who cares. I am with KT Tan.
*lol*

A revisit to the labour ward. It was the same configuration during Rania's birth and I am only happy and comfortable to accept it. Somehow I feel a different configuration may affect my senses. hahaha! I am not very receptive to change actually.



These are always must take pictures.





The anticipation of the new baby.

I knew what my birthing plan was going to be. Epidural.
I was not going to let medical technology go to waste. I wanted to be as comfortable as I can when I deliver.
I had no pain delivering Rania and the anaesthetist was awesome.

Apparently, my fate with Riduan was not the same. As mine was induced labour, they had to break my waterbag and since I looked comfortable, I was not given my epidural. They yanked me up there again and again. I bled and bled but the waterbag was not broken.
At the third try and so much prayers to Him, they manage to break my waterbag.

One hour later no pain and then they kicked in the oxytocin.
Bearable pain came in an hour later. I was dilated 3.5cm 3 hours later. It felt like eternity.
Family and friends were probably anticipating a quick delivery especially when it was the second one.

So I requested for the epidural, hoping I can relax and dilate faster.
I was shocked when Alfi was not allowed during the procedure, followed by disappointed and scared.
No one can comfort me like Alfi does. Plus during the procedure, I will squeeze Alfi's hands and he will just have to take the pain. I cannot do that with a nurse!!! Oh well, I did and she released her hand.

The anaesthetist I got was also sucky. She was pan-asian and snobbish and I could feel that she didn't do as good a job as the previous one I had.
I was still feeling pain and discomfort because she gave me half the dose than I previously had. During the labour process, I was told that I could only press for the morphine every 15 mins. And I did.
Little did I know that the more you keep pressing, the machine is intelligent enough to know that patient is in pain and release the morphine faster.

Towards the end I was really suffering.

At 6.50pm I complained of pain. Epidural wore off.
Nurses check and I was 5cm dilated. I was like,"what?!?! half way more to go?"

I didn't want to be a pain too so since I was only 5cm dilated, I let them take their time a little.
Then in 20 mins, I complained of pain again. They checked me and I was fully dilated.

Yes! It was 5 cm in 20 minutes!!!!




I was crying asking for epidural. Plus I was hungry so the gynae was saying,"ok you hungry right? Quickly push and after that can eat."
In my head I was like,"what the hell!! come lah come lah let's push. Get it over and done with!!!"

This time around, I knew how it feels like to have the real contractions and having to push a baby.
I was asking myself what did I get myself into and I swore I was not going to go through this again. But I am a very objective person. So I just wanted to get the baby out.
I pushed more than I needed to with Rania. Probably because Riduan was a bigger baby.

3 pushes to crown and 6 pushes for Riduan to greet all of us. The moment he came out, I was so relief and tears flowed down my eyes.
Two times in a row Alfi cried at my delivery and again he gave me a peck on the forehead and another on the lips.




Moments after delivery



We welcomed guests with goodies. I have this habit of staying a bit longer at the hospital so that I can recover better.
I am patient enough to bring the baby home. Plus, I am more comfortable for guests to come by my ward to visit me and the baby.





During my stay, I try to spend a lot of time with Rania. I feel for her that she was no longer the only child.



Here was Riduan at Day 1 to 3 at the hospital







Yes I bottle fed him from the beginning. Nurses warned me that the baby will get confused with a mother's nipple and the bottle's nipple. I think its bullshit. When the baby is hungry, they will surely accept ANY nipple.
Today I am still breastfeeding Riduan. Not fully since I am already at work but I have been successful. He still wants to latch to me, especially before his naptimes.

3 days later it was take home baby.



8 months later, here is my baby boy.



I know I have said so much about not fancying a baby boy but I am here to declare that I swallow my words.
He is such a smiley and friendly baby that it is so easy for anyone to fall in love with him. Everyone adores him with his carefree nature.

I'm sorry son. It was just me and my hormones that got the better of me probably but I am here to love you for the rest of my life.
Rania is my sunshine. You are my wombat.

I love you both. Not equally. Not the same. But very much sincerely.

Pack that bag

Unlike the daily bags, I am always more anxious about the hospital bag.
At 33 weeks, I started packing my hospital bag and this time around, the bag is different from the bag that we packed for our firstborn.

This time around we did not only have mummy & daddy's list.
We had a list for mummy, daddy, Rania and baby.

Mummy's list:
1. Vanity wear (the comfy ones of course)
2. 2 sets of clothes (one to wear in the hospital in case I refuse to wear the off-beat maternity dress and one to wear home)
3. Thermal socks (something I wear throughout my stay in the delivery suite and also during the hospital stay)
4. Toiletries
5. Slippers for use in the toilet & hospital
6. Tumbler to keep my drinks warm or cold
7. Milo 3-in-1 & other sachet drinks

Daddy's list:
I did not interfere.

Rania's list:
1. 1 set of PJs in case she wants to stay over with Mummy.
2. Bottle detergent
3. Baby Blankie (dual use for my breastfeeding as well)
4. Diapers
5. Wet wipes (only because she cannot use the Pigeon wipes provided by KKH)
6. Small towel

Baby's list:
1. Go home outfit

Then I have a hospital handbag which I IG-ed earlier.



1. Microsoft Surface Tablet
2. Book of Zikir
3. Tissues (wet/dry/antibacterial - kiasu much?)
4. Bag of medicine
5. Bag of wires - tablet charger, USB wires, power bank to recharge my phone
6. Wallet & Maternity Medical Book.

To all the mummies-to-be, hope this helps!
Wishing you a wonderful journey as well.

xoxo

What to expect at 37 weeks: The delivery plan

This will probably be my final entry prior to delivery.
On the 9th Oct, I went in for my regular check up and my gynae wanted to check if I was dilated.
The past two check-ups, I was 0cm dilated. Even when I was going to deliver Rania, I was 0cm dilated in the delivery suite.
I believe my cervix is so hard that it refuses to open.

Which explains the 36 hours in the delivery suite with Rania, 2 Pitocins and intravenous oxytocin which only made me dilated 3.5cm after stretch.
Without being able to handle the rhythmic contractions, I finally opted for epidural.

4 hours later, I was fully dilated and 4 pushes later after crowning, Rania made her parents cry with her first cry.

So this time around, I was expecting the same. So when the gynae put her hands deep in, she looked stunned.
She said,"You are already 2cm dilated. You want to give birth today?"

Ok wait... what? I am dilated? Give birth today?
I was not mentally prepared though the hospital bag was.
So I said no.. let's do it naturally but the gynae warned it was going to be anytime.

We set another appointment on the 16th Oct to induce the baby out if nothing happens along the way.
I was thinking,'Man that sure won't happen. I'd probably come back before that.

But that didnt happen too.
I had regular pain. My contractions come and go. My backaches and tailbone gave me hell.
Sleep is no longer in my dictionary.
For a constipated person who heads to the loo once every 3 or 4 days, I am dumping it every day at least once now.

All signs of pre-labour but the labour didn't come.
The anticipation got so high with Alfi & I but eventually we decided, 16th it shall be then.
I would not hold it in any longer because I have become pretty much immobile and my little boy is already 3kg from the last time I checked.
He made a record of putting on almost half kilo in 3 weeks!

His big sister was only born at 2.565kg!

So while waiting for the little boy to pop, I have been on hospitalisation leave.
Resting as much as I can.
I have been sleeping a lot these days, especially the past couple of days, as if the body knows that it will go through labour soon.

But Alfi and I are also spending a lot of time with Rania before she gives up the title of being the only child. She knows that her days are numbered and getting more and more clingy each day, as if she is going to lose her mummy.

So all our attention currently is with her













She is becoming a big sister soon!

We also managed to celebrate Alfi's birthday with all his families. Something simple and no-fuss, just the way he likes it.
A lot of us anticipated I will give birth on Alfi's birthday but then again, that didnt happen.





So today will be spent a nice quiet family time. Just the 3 of us before mummy checks in to the delivery ward. I would not know how long will it be till all is over but do stay tuned to my VC Page for delivery updates.

So till the next time!

xoxo

What to expect at Week 34, 35, 36

Writing a 3-week update will be quite a lengthy one.
Here was me at week 34. Still glowing in pregnancy.



In a way, I am glad my arms and hips did not get any bigger though everything else did.
During my 34 week check up, I was suspected of gestational diabetes because the sugar levels since Hari Raya was still seen in my urine.
I was awfully nervous.

Within the next day, I was asked to come back for OGTT.
Oral Glucose Tolerance Test
It required me not to eat and drink for 12 hours and I had to be in the clinic by 9am.

Upon arrival, they took my blood and you know how phobic I am with needles. Worse, the husband was not around to give me that physical support.
After the blood test, I was asked to drink what it seems like a 500ml laxative drink.
So sweet and a lot.

The moment I finished the drink, I was light-headed and the stomach didn't feel well.
Still no food and drinks.
I wanted to vomit but the nurse did not allow me to do so because it would nullify the whole test.
Waiting time - 2 hours.
It was a terrible two hours.

I was lucky I brought the maid with me to help take care of Rania while I cringe at the sofa in The Private Suite.
2 hours was up and they took my blood test again.
I was very eager to get it over and done with.

The minute it was over, I was in search of food like a glutton.
Still the whole day continued with me heading to the toilet to shit and a tummyache.
Later that evening KKH called me up. I was nervous to the bones!!!
Alhamdulillah all cleared!!!

So I went on my hooray mood with my foodie again.
Here was I at 35 weeks.



Rania is becoming extremely clingy to me.
She refuses anyone if I am around. She makes it very hard for me to clean her up in the toilet.
With everyone else, she gives them an easy time.
Doesn't she realise that mummy's tummy is getting huge!!?!?

Entering 36 weeks, my stomach was huge huge huge.
There are some who still wonder there are twins in there. Oh well, as a mother, don't you think I will be the first to know.



It is heavy and I wont bluff you.
I would like to believe that I weigh more water than fat but we shall see.
I have passed the 90kg mark and weigh more than when I was pregnant with Rania.

The boy too at this my 35th week check up weighed as much as his elder sister when I delivered Rania at 37 weeks.

So other than the weight gain and sugar in my urine, all went well.
Now at week 36, I started to have dizziness and didn't think much about it. I thought I was just looking up and down too fast.
Come my check up, my BP shot a high of 150/94 and there was protein in my urine and my sugar was rated 4 out of 4.
That was super high.

My gynae only checked if my cervix was open.
Still closed.
I was immediately put on a wheelchair and wheeled to the delivery suite. I was a nervous wreck.
It was my first check up without Alfi and Mum and Rania was with me.

The nurses quickly ran a fast drip into me and took blood samples.
Needles at the delivery suite are always nasty. They are not only long but the needles come with tubing and for someone who is so scared about needles, I wonder why I allow myself to deliver again and again.
Don't we all mothers wonder?



So now I am on hospitalisation leave for 2 weeks which my gynae estimated I will deliver.
She is not only an awesome gynae. She is awesome with giving MCs and hospitalisation leave.
Not a very friendly gynae.
She was not my favourite when I was pregnant with Rania but when I saw her on the job delivering Rania and how the nurses and even the doctors are scared of her, she became my #1 choice.

I will be seeing her again in a few days time for another check.
My stress is about completing the tasks at work before I head off for my maternity leave, my orders which I still have quite a bit more to do.

In the next post, I will share how I planned out my delivery and my holiday bag.
So if you are a mummy-to-be, stay tuned.
Who knows you can pick up a tip of two :)

xoxo

What to expect at 33 weeks

They say every pregnancy is different.
Well, that is very true indeed! In both pregnancy I faced and am facing, there are both joys and challenges during those weeks.

While pregnant with Rania, my asthma was at the peak and a lot of money was spent on medical expenses.
With Rania, I grew wide. With this little boy, I grew forward. Alfi can already the little boy's legs kicking up under my breast bone and many times, I feel uncomfortable sitting down and yet my legs are not able to carry my weight long enough.
Eating would mean that I need to feed small reasonable portions more often.

Reflux has been in my dictionary for the past few weeks.

I am already as heavy as my last day of pregnancy with Rania. I gave birth to Rania at 89.7kg.
I am now 88.6kg. (whoever counts a kilo!)

Technically I have 3 to 4 weeks to go till I hit 37 weeks.
My gynae gave me the heads up that I should be giving birth around this time frame since Rania was born at 36 weeks + 6 days.
My waterbag leaked and I was already at the delivery suite at 36 weeks + 5 days.

At 33 weeks, needless for me to say that I am no longer as mobile, my back is breaking all the time and working is now a chore because I need a short lie down after a couple of hours each time.
So most of the time, I am working from home because of the convenience of the bed when I need a short break.

For the past few weeks I started having sleepless nights only that the past few days have been worse.
I cant seem to sleep.

The pillows are too low. The pillows are too high. The stomach is an obstruction to turn left or right. The little boy doesn't like it if I lie flat. To turn is a chore. It does not help that Rania creeps up to me to sleep close to me. Stomach is too big that I cant breathe well. Night visits to the toilet is a daily affair!

It is frustrating!

Last night was an epic example where I slept at 1.30am, woke up 6 times till 4am to head to the loo to pee.
In those 6 times, the longest I slept was 45 mins and woke up frustrated.
That is minus waking up to Rania's pampered cries, her milk at 3am.

Then at 4am, I decided to watch TV. Just when I napped for 10 mins, the little girl was up crying and ate her cornflakes.
There goes Mummy's sleep till 6.30am.
The next thing I knew, I woke up at 10.30am.

Anyway, I was teaching a topic on Sexual Reproduction to one of the students and how sperms carry 23 chromosomes and so does the ova. How the nucleus carry DNA materials.
Then that night, I went out for dinner and bought my iPhone 5 casings at Cineleisure for $2 a piece!
After picking out the colours, I realised, the colours didn't differ much.

Later that night, I told Alfi,"This is how it will look like when we have 5 kids."



Some will have your character, some will have mine. Some will have your stronger character. Some milder.
But surely there will be at least one who will probably be more colourful.

Then I said, "Guess what, in every family, there will always be what we would call a black sheep. So I am not sure if this permutation will happen to us."



Yes, as much as I am excited to see our male by-product, I am very anxious about having to handle two children and their respective antics.
The thoughts did not go away since I got pregnant. There is definitely an element of fear and anxiety.

I pray Allah will give me the strength over the next few weeks to hold the pregnancy to full term and more strength to take care of the children after giving birth and showering them with so much love - equally.
Urgh~
The biggest challenge.

Till the update on Week 34!

xoxo

Pregnancy cravings

Cravings.
Every pregnant woman go through this phase at least once.

I have my very own set of cravings with this pregnancy and they are way so different from the time I was pregnant with Rania.
I started off having cravings for spinach badly. I could eat all of them by myself.
In fact, I also like all types of vegetables especially brinjals, kangkung, butterhead lettuce, wild rockets.
Going to a supermarket, I must always tell myself to refrain from taking too many vegetables from the shelves.



I am now in the phase of steamed broccoli and carrots that I can get cold turkey not having them.



This was the time was I was crazy about butterhead lettuce, wild rockets and biting on ice cubes!!



Then occasionally I requested Alfi to dine in at Paul's because I must have their plain croissants with butter and strawberry jam. I can have 3 at one go!



Or how Hari Raya ended and I still ordered 150 pcs of sarang semut only to eat it and affect the sugar in my diet.
Adoi!



Most nights I feel conforted going to bed with my cup of milo and 5 pieces of Hup Seng cream crackers.



And in times where I prefer to work away from office, I will pick a quiet Starbucks outlet and have my decaf Iced Latte with Cheese bagel and cream cheese.
Carbo is always a must for me!!!

C'est La Vie

xoxo

Anticipating motherhood all over again

Everyday I have there is always the same thing I am thinking about.
What kind of mother I will be when I have 2 little ones with me.

Apart from the joy of receiving another tiny pair of hands and feet in my arms, as parents, I also realise that this tiny being is relying on Alfi and I for the next 25 years (I am estimating growing up + education + getting married)
It is the same fear we had when I was about to give birth to Rania but we prove to survive wonderfully with our first child.

Then I started anticipating what kind of mother I will be.
I have seen mothers who show favouritism, whether or not they are in denial and I do not quite fancy it.
Like I mention in my previous post, I see a lot of mothers putting their sons on the pedestals and turn a blind eye on what is wrong.
And I was also very upfront about how much I despise such mothers and yet here I am having a son.

Many weeks pass and I wonder if I was going to be that typical mother.
Not the typical type which has favouritism of the son but favouritism of my daughter. I wondered if I will be fair and just to my two children.
I wondered if I am able to embrace each of my child's shortcomings and be there for them equally.

But I think that is hard.
Very hard.

It will be very challenging to be a fair mother.
In that sense, it's easier when you have only one because your focus will only be to one.

If things go as I anticipated, I will be delivering in 5 weeks, once I reach full term.
Things in the office are still as busy and I am starting to handover a few things before I head off for my maternity leave.
Tuition has kicked off nicely now that the Eid fever is over and kids are having their exams.

At this stage, I do get overexhausted and sometimes I will sleep without knowing what happens to Rania.
Things slowed down because I am not as capable to do things as quickly and efficiently as before.
I swear it sucks.

Rania is craving for a lot of attention and there is only so much of energy I can spare it.
It is when she is asleep at night that I will hug be able to hug her longer, stare at her face longer and kiss her (gently) more.



When this came to realisation, I have planned out my time to balance work, tuition, home business and my family.
I also did not realise that I have not taken any child care leave this year and so it came timely!
I would love to spend 6 days with my princess (without her dad) and make sure she feels that mummy is always here.



That is the least I can do for her. She gets to be the only child for just a few weeks more.
I am not sure if mothers share the same sentiments as me when they are about to receive their second child.

So yes, I am anticipating motherhood all over again.
I pray I have healthy children. I pray I will be the mother my children do not find it hard to love. I pray that things will fall nicely for me.
Insya Allah.

xoxo

What to expect at 32 weeks

It is very quick how one week move in to another and another and by the time it comes to realization, I start to panic.
Alhamdulillah I received a lot of hand-me-downs for this baby boy. More than what I used to have for Rania.
I have a carton of shoes just for my little boy and tons of clothes!

Rezeki anak masing

But the Malays believe that as the number of children grows, so will your share and the children's share.
Somehow, we always manage to make ends meet. Feed mouths and have an extra little thing or two.
That is Allah's promise.

And surprisingly, it is the same promise believed by the Christians as well and sometimes I wonder why many of us or them would like to stop at 1 or 2 children, blaming the Singapore living standards.
I may not understand but I planted a little bit of faith and keep going. So when many said I am lucky to have a girl and a boy and that I can "close shop", I really pray that that would not be the case.

I do have to admit though that I do not have as much energy this pregnancy as in the last.
I take comfort for the fact that every pregnancy is different not because I am OLD!!!
*lol*
Alhamdulillah, my asthma did not flare up as terribly as it did during the first pregnancy. I am very thankful.
Of course my body is increasingly more sensitive with allergens at each pregnancy but being breathless is really no fun.

As any other normal pregnancy moms, I do download those apps to track my little one's development.
When I hit 12 weeks, I was like,"Yeay! Safe zone now. Chances of miscarriage is halved!"
Then when I reach about 17 weeks, I was like,"I am in my second trimester! The best trimester!"
When I was 20-ish, I was like,"Are we halfway?" Because the engine was starting to wear out. The stomach got bigger. Walking was quite a chore. Rania started to be so clingy.

Then I hit the 30-ish week.
I went from,"Wah! We reach the third milestone already!" to "Are we there yet?"

But the time ticks pretty quickly. Just when I read I was in my 31st week and wanted to blog, there was a notification after a few days that I was in my 32nd week!
That fast?
Or have I become a tortoise.

This is me over the past two weeks. There isn't much difference about how big I am.. but I am definitely huge.
Thank goodness, despite my food rampage, I didn't put on as much as I did when I was pregnant with Rania.
Oh well.. let's hope the weight loss will also be easier.




Over the past few weeks, my little princess has been very clingy with me.
Entering into the house from work, she will squeal and spin and squeal and laugh that it makes me fall in love with her all over again.
Most times, she will refuse to let Alfi carry her and end up strangling my neck when Alfi tried to pull her from me.
A lot of people advise me against carrying Rania and a lot also wondered how I can manage carrying Rania with my tummy so huge.
Sometimes we as mothers do not have a choice. When the child wants you, there is no negotiation to that.

Rania will only sleep when I lay beside her and pat her to bed.
Alfi will always have a hard time putting her to bed while I am in the shower. The minute I come back into the room, she will run across the bed and say" mummy.. mummy.."
Again, how can you refuse that.

She has grown up so much over the past 20 months and Alfi and I still gushed about what a big girl she is now.
She has already called herself Kakak Nia.
I didn't even think about it!




I am sure I will miss her when her little brother arrives but I pray I will be a better mother being to juggle all my activities, work and then two children.

Now I am just savouring my times with Alfi and our little girl.
I promise Alfi a date which I always end up bringing Rania (not that Alfi minds) so I need to put my mind to it.

The end game is scheduled on 27 Oct which I hope to deliver right after Hari Raya Haji.
Yes, I am ready to receive him from down under.

xoxo

Life Changes

So much has happened over the past 4 to 6 weeks that I have been pretty quiet.
I have put on much weight now. I may just hit the 90kg mark again.
Thank god I have not yet walked like a penguin but I am definitely walking slower now.

Entering into the third trimester now has been quite challenging and some of these challenges were something I did not forsee.
One big example was having Rania being extremely clingy with me.
While I enjoy her running to the door screaming "Mummy" repeatedly everytime I come home from work, it also means that I have to pick her up and carry her, kiss her all over and ask her how was her day without sitting down.

This is also the time when the 'nesting period' sets in.
So I end up cleaning my own room, packing and repacking, trying to make some space for the little baby boy.
It is really a challenge to maintain an upcoming family of 4 and Her Closet in the same room. Just that in mind makes me miss my home in AMK and the space I can potentially have.
But the hubby is also worried that I need those extra pair of hands to help me when baby no. 2 comes.

Over the weeks, I bid goodbye to Android (especially HTC), a semi-goodbye to Windows (because it is still awesome when it comes to my work productivity) and welcome Apple into my life episodes.
Hmmmm.. yeah.. finally.
I was very resistant to step into the Apple world but it is very key for me for get connected to the people in the social network. That is where I get my daily doses of chats and sharing among the sisters. My online business works very well with an iPhone apparently.
I love the photography apps available to feed my obsession. I love the fact that I do not need to carry my iPad around anymore. Diaper bags are an ease now.

So switching to an iPhone made me a happy girl though I must admit it takes a lot of discipline to put the phone aside.
Plus, I ended up doing more microblogging than blogging.

I think my Instagram pictures looked better. More of character.
You know how a picture tells 1000 words. Maybe I can do it not with 10,000 words.





How I find it very convenient not to lug around my camera because I do it all on the iPhone.
Third trimester, back ache, sleepless nights, the iPhone keeps me company because Alfi bought me a 3m long cable wire where I can play with my IG, upload videos, watch YouTube and play Candy Crush while lying on the bed.

Pampered much?
Perks of being married. Bonus to be pregnant.

*lol*

So here is how I spend my Eid.
4 days of visiting and the body gave up on me.



I'm in the 30th week now.
7 more weeks to go till full term and looking forward to the maternity leave.

It is probably no rest time for me since the newborn will feed all the time and give me sleepless night but I am looking forward to use this time to spend time with my children.
It's amazing how my hair stands when I use the word 'children'

First it was just me and Alfi. Then we had a little girl. Now another addition coming along.
Trust me, I swear there is still a lot of space in our hearts to welcome more.

Just the other day, I shared with Alfi that if I were given a choice between luxury and children, I will choose children.
He smiled.
One of the reasons why we got married was because we agreed to have a big family and having one just makes me look forward to grow old with him.

May Allah continue to bless us with so much love and joy.
It is truly a priceless gift.

xoxo