30 Ramadan 1431H

Oh wow! It has been almost six months since my last post with me being eight months pregnant. So, what have I been up to, you ask? Well, for starters, I've been preoccupied with the baby, the 4 years old baby, the 9 years old baby and the big baby. Sorting out a schedule seems pointless. It (the schedule) will somehow be forgotten and not followed. So I decided to just take it one day at time. Go with the flow.

Today, I'd like to present to you our not so new bundle of joy who made his presence felt on the last day of Ramadan last year :). I know, old story but this blog serves as my journal of sorts hence the need to document a monumental event in my life.

Gave birth at Prince Court Medical Center under the care of Dr. Seri Suniza. She also took care of me when I was pregnant with Zara, four years ago at UKMSC.

Zarrul Izzan bin Mohd Fadlee

3.44 kg, 52 cm

12.55 pm

9th September 2010

The proud sister with baby adik, a few days old :)

Abang Zareef who was pretty excited to have a baby brother whom he can teach tricks of all trades :)

30 days old

Two months old

Zarrul's first holiday at Grand Hyatt, Kuantan.

Three months old

Four months old. First milestone of rolling over - checked! Yeayyy!!

 

Five months old. Nak adik ke Zarrul? Errrkksss... not yet kay!

So, that's what I've been up to for the past six months people. So sorry if I've disappoint you with nothing to read whenever you drop by. At first I thought of shutting down this blog but Ms. Certified Auditor convinced me otherwise. Besides, I love writing and this blog has a sentimental value that's worth more than any money can buy. 

As long as I can, I will try my best to preserve memories and jottings in here. Just be prepared to read whatever ramblings, rantings and ravings that come ya!

Ramadan Al-Mubarak

Ramadan is here again. For the third time, I'm pregnant during this holy month. I feel blessed that all three kids went through fasting in my belly. In a way, I find them to be strong and resilient maybe due to the fact that they were in me during the last few weeks of pregnancy which coincidentally coincide with fasting before popping out.

I will try to fast for the whole month, just like I did when I was pregnant with Zara, InsyaAllah. Must niat that I'm doing it for the Al-Mighty, then only will He help me in strength and spirit to go through fasting the whole month.

Yesterday, I made my way to Pusat Pungutan Zakat to pay my fidyah. I've been procrastinating since forever and yesterday, I decided that enough is enough. I only managed to replace six days of fasting when I gave birth to Zareef eight years ago. So that leaves a remaining of 24 days that has not been replaced till today. Then, I owed Allah another 15 days from last year's Ramadan. I know... I regret it very much. I'm not an obedient Muslim after all. Totally my BAD!

I was ready to fork out a substantial amount to pay my fidyah but when the officer at PPZ verified and calculated (banyak kali ok aku suruh dia kira balik) the amount, I found the amount to be peanuts to what I thought it should be. So, I paid extra. Sedekah la sket. Once I'm done, I felt free and very, very relieved like you won't believe it. I felt like my soul has been cleansed and I'm all ready to face Ramadan with a clean new slate.

To all my Muslim friends out there, I wish you a blessed Ramadan. Semoga segala amalan kita diterima and diberkati Allah.Selamat Berpuasa semua!

At 34 Weeks...

I know... I know... Sekarang baru nak tulis. My bad. I was too darn lazy to write anything despite having lots of stories swirling in my head. It used to be that I'd be jotting down everything here just to free my mind but now pure laziness has taken over. 

I think I need a scapegoat. Yes, I think I'll blame it on the pregnancy. Hehehhe... poor child. Belum lahir dah kena blame by Mommy. Did I tell you that we finally know its gender? Yeah... we do. The person most excited to see the 4D scan last Saturday was Zareef. He went, "YEAYYY... Zareef ada geng!!" . Zara didn't understand as to why the scan was brown in color instead of pink. All she knew was that she wanted a pink baby hehehhe... Funny girl la you!

So I guess, we'll be coming up with a boy's name then that starts with a 'Z' and an 'I'. We've been throwing around several names but have yet to decide on any. Tired of hearing us, being indecisive and all, Zareef said "Kita letak nama Zorro je lah". Ceittt... that is totally not an option AT ALL!! So, any suggestions people?

Pregnancy sure has taken a toll on me. Being pregnant at 34 is not the same as being pregnant at 25 nor 29. When I was pregnant with Zareef and Zara, I was energetic. I would go out all the time, doing my favorite thing - mall hopping. I was able to walk for miles on end. I could do housework easily. But now with the third baby, it's a different story altogether. I tire out easily. I have memory lapse every now and then. My tummy has stretched its final yard. My tummy muscle has given up on me of not holding baby in its place hence making me feel like I'm carrying two instead of just one (yeap... no twins).

I know, it's no good complaining. I'm just venting out what I'm feeling. It doesn't help too that my pregnancy hormones are running amok on me. One minute I'll be all cheerful and ready to go. The next minute... waterworks will make an appearance and I become a mush. Haissshhhh...

Now I know why people in the old days have plenty of kids when they were younger. It's all due to age. The younger you are, the more energy you have. As simple as that. I'm putting my foot on three. For the life of me, I can't imagine how I'd be if I were to get pregnant in another four years time. Entah-entah, I'd be so miserable that people would hate to be around me. B and the kids would not have a choice though. They're stuck with me for life. Thank God for that!

Something To Ponder...

There's always a little truth behind every
"Just kidding"

A little knowledge behind every
"I don't know"

A little emotion behind every
"I don't care"

And a little pain behind every
"It's OK"

Oh My Bladder!

The crappy thing of being pregnant, especially for me, is the inability to hold in my pee. It can be pretty tiresome!

I'd be running to the toilet just to empty my bladder. After several attempts in the space of 20 minutes, the peeing sensation is best left as... a sensation. Nothing comes out except for that tingling sensation that occasionally may cause me to cringe as it can be felt up to my teeth and to the tips of my fingers!

I've talked this over with my gynae and she said that as baby is growing bigger, its head, ticklish fine hair or some other parts of its body is pushing against my bladder, hence the tingling peeing sensation. Sensation is then translated into electric pulse that travels to my brain thus signaling my rapid escape to the toilet even if the bladder is empty.

I've tried ignoring the sensation because I've just emptied my bladder just 15 minutes before but lo and behold... I'd wet my pants just like a 2 year old. And trust me, it happens oh so often that when my kids see my pants soaking in the pail, they'd immediately go "Ohhhh... Mommy kencing dalam seluar! Tak malu!!!!". Yes people, strangling them at that particular moment can be so justifiable. Sheesshhh!

Don't even let me get started when I go out. I'd be dashing frantically to the nearest toilet every 30 minutes or so, leaving B and the kids far behind. It's amazing how a pregnant lady can make a 100m dash to the toilet if and when the need arises, eh?! So, if you happen to bump into me rushing madly, bulldozing into the crowd and ignoring your wave, I apologize beforehand. It's not that I'm not glad or happy to see you. I'm just trying my damnest not to wet my pants and saving you from embarrassment in the process.

I've resorted to wearing my panty liners and bringing loads of them in the bag. Plus an extra panty or two. You know... just in case... *looks down in shame*

Isskkkk... pasal kencing pun boleh jadi cerita ek?

Picture source: Google

All In A Day's Work...

0645 hrs - B will wake me up but usually I'll just roll all over the bed for a good ten minutes before dragging my ass off the bed. By this time, dah subuh gajah. Very bad, I know!

0720 hrs - Iron everyone's schooling and working clothes. I prefer doing it in the mornings when the weather is cooler. Simpang malaikat 44 la kalau tiba-tiba takde electricity, tsk tsk tsk...

0750 hrs - B sends both Zs to their respective schools.

0800 hrs - Breakfast talk for the couple.

0830 hrs - Sees B off to work and get out all necessary ingredients for meal of the day. Load the washing machine and dishwasher. Then, I sit down and read page to page of the NST and I must, I repeat MUST do the Sudoku at the very last page. Kalau tak buat, maka tak lengkap hidup :P

0930 hrs - Crack my head and start cooking for lunch. I only have an hour at most to cook before Zareef comes home.

1030 hrs - Pick up Zareef from KAFA and hear him say "Mommy... nak makan" as soon as he comes in through the door. Bukan nak bagi salam or letak beg dulu pun.

1100 hrs - Prepare Zareef's lunch, oversees his homework (if he has any), take a breather and head for the showers.

1200 hrs - Pick up Zara from her kindergarten.

1205 hrs - Reach home and attend to Zara 's "Mommy.... nak tukar baju, nak kencing pastu nak susu banyak sikit then nak makan nasik ", all in that order.

1220 hrs - Would be screaming repeatedly at Zareef to arrange his books according to the day's timetable, prepare his lunchbox and sees that everything is in order for him to go to school while feeding Zara her lunch.

1250 hrs - Send Zareef along with neighbors' kids to school.

1315 hrs - Reach home and hang the clothes. If it's raining or cloudy, then I just chuck everything in the dryer.

1330 hrs - Makes sure Zara has her round of milk, comfortable in the tv room with her favorite channel on and fan is switched on full blast.

1345 hrs - Lunch. On my own. While reading a book or magazine. Utter bliss!

1430 hrs - Solat Zohor. Rest or if there are any cake orders, I'll start baking. Otherwise, it's time to go online. Or cook for dinner if I'm not done cooking. Or just take a power nap with Zara. Or more reading. Or if I'm up to it, I'll fold the clothes, do some cleaning and tidying and any other house related stuff. I'm not fussy. I'll just do whatever that tickles my fancy.

1800 hrs - Solat Asar and pick up Zareef from school. Drop off neighbors' kids at their respective homes.

1850 hrs - Some gardening/ playground visits/ neighborly visits.

1930 hrs - Kids' bath time, Maghrib and prepare dinner which usually translates to heating up dishes that I've cooked or bought. If laziness becomes master of the day, then I'll just wait for B to bring something home. If he's feeling too tired to stop at any shops, then I'll just call Papa John's :D

2030 hrs - Sit down dinner with the family. This is when we exchange stories for the day where Zareef and Zara would be fighting to relate their stories to Daddy.

2130 hrs - Homework time for Zareef supervised by B while I do some cleaning up in the kitchen and wrap up all housework for the day. Tak banyak pun. Takat kemas meja makan, simpan lauk-pauk and basuh pinggan bagai. Kalau malas, load je dalam dishwasher.

2200 hrs - My tv time while B tucks in the kids to bed.

0000 hrs - Tido la... apa lagi. Or if I have cake orders, I'll start baking and decorating which usually would last me a good few hours. Just ask Ms. Certified Auditor, she knows :P

Usually, this would be my typical weekday. Come weekends, everything would be flying out through the window due to family commitments, social visits, B working or me feeling just plain lazy.

So, what's your day like?

When The Mood Strikes...

It has no mercy! Nyeh nyeh nyeh...

If you've been to my house, you'll know the sorry state that Zareef's bedroom is in. With the amount of toys brought back by a 20 footer container and others accumulated along the years, it is fast becoming a cluttered dumping ground.

My eyes could no longer bear it. With the aid of my weekly helper, I turned Zareef's room upside-down, inside-out and chucked all the toys out of sight. I disassembled Zara's bed on my own, had the helper to move it to Zareef's room and I reassembled them, all by myself. Phuuhhh... not bad for a 4.75 months pregnant woman, ehh?!

After 4 hours of hard labor, Zareef's room turned out like this...

I know, not perfect but this will do for the time being. At least, there's space to move around and the room looked slightly organized and the most important thing of all... both kids are more than willing to sleep in this room during the night.


But lo and behold, despite clearing out Zareef's room, I had to dump the toys somewhere, don't I? Hence the guest room became the victim *BIG SIGH*.


Now, what shall I do with all these toys? Should I hold a garage sale? Would you guys want to buy these used stuff?

BUT... the best outcome of all.... hehehheheh....


I can reclaim my diva-like king size bed all to myself. Errrr... I mean to the both of us NGEEEEE...