I have been super crap at updating this blog lately, because, yes internet is busted yet again, and typing from my bb (which is what I'm doing now!) is tedious! So I'm making this a quickie. I find it funny that my belly button is becoming increasingly small - I'm an innie, so if I actually go on to becoming an outie as this pregnancy develops, I might be weirded out, but still find it funny. Yeah, I'm amused by the smallest things, me. Heh. Anyway, we are going into our 24th week this coming weekend! 6 months pregnant! Alhamdulillah and wow, that was quick! Can't believe it will be another 3 months or more to go till I'll be able to hold my baby koala in my arms :)
I'm still putting weight on like crazy, it seems like I've been gaining at least 1kg A WEEK. Not good- though luckily, it doesn't look like I've gained heaps of weight - but I officially have vaginas for armpits. Have been trying to 'work out' with xbox Kinect when I can (I'm awesome at table tennis heh heh), but I should really start doing more exercise..sigh. Baby is kicking happily in my tum tum, there are times when he kicks surprisingly hard that I squeal out in shock. Lately, he's been waking me up in the wee hours of the morning, doing his workouts.
I don't know how many pregnant women\moms read this blog, but I've got quite a personal question to ask, and it would be great if I get some feedback - Did\has sex changed when you got pregnant? Did you ever feel unattractive or feel that your partner didn't find you as attractive as you were? Or maybe your spouse finds\found it weird to be doing 'it' with a pregnant woman? Or was everything just fine and dandy in the sack?
Thoughts? ;)
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Count your blessings.
No matter how shitty you feel.
No matter how big the problem.
Even if you feel it's the end of the world.
Even if you're the biggest 'loser' to walk the earth.
When it's hard to breathe.
After you cry your heart out.
Take a deep breath and look at the little good things you have in your life, and know that you don't have it that bad.
No matter how big the problem.
Even if you feel it's the end of the world.
Even if you're the biggest 'loser' to walk the earth.
When it's hard to breathe.
After you cry your heart out.
Take a deep breath and look at the little good things you have in your life, and know that you don't have it that bad.
Friday, December 10, 2010
Bump @ 19 weeks
This is a bit overdue because I'm now 22 weeks and my tummy is sliiightly bigger than in the pic. Yes I've been getting a lot of comments about how I look small for 5 months. But as long as the baby is growing well (we had a scan a few days ago) then I'm trying not to worry! He's been kicking quite a bit, which has to be the best feeling ever :D A few evenings ago, he was more active than usual, and I could feel him moving and stretching, and my stomach literally moved. Some people might describe it similar to one of those Alien movies haha. Now I know why mothers always say they miss the feeling of their baby moving and kicking...it's so strange yet so beautiful at the same time.
Not feeling so good today, I've been sneezing my ass off and my nose is like a leaking faucet. Yesterday I walked around Sungei Wang with my sister-in-law, and soon after, I felt that dreaded lightheaded feeling come over me, and I had to sit in the dressing room till I recovered. Funnily enough, I always seem to feel lightheaded in Sungei Wang - could it possibly be the environment? Damn. Where else can I get cheap clothes then? :( I'm going to spend my low-key weekend lying down and taking it easy for now. Hope everyone has a good weekend!
xxx
Monday, December 6, 2010
Things yo momma never told you.
Ahh, pregnancy. That healthy glow. Growing a life inside you. Push push, out comes baby. And we all live happily ever after.
Not quite.
No one tells you about...
The constipation. Good lord, the constipation. When you're pregnant, everything in your body slows down, including your... errr, colonic activities. You can spend more than half an hour sweating your non-existant balls off just trying to unload. You may feel like you are about to give birth. It can get pretty effing painful, no joke. I always feel like I'm about to faint and start seeing stars after a strenuous sesh. Sometimes I cry. Piles is also all too common amongst pregnant women. Luverrly. Better start drinking water like your life depends on it unless you like the feeling of trying to squeeze a watermelon out of your ass. Look at the bright side, I suppose it does give you some form of 'push' practice, though.
Your pimply face. Now, not all pregstars are lucky enough to travel back in time and relive their high school days when their face resembled a pizza. Mmm, pizza.... Anyway, before we go off topic, those pus filled suckers will rear their ugly heads because of the spike of hormones in your system. At this point, you may look like a knocked up teenager. Throw in some braces to complete the look if you're feeling festive. And stay the hell away from the flawless, 'I'm so effortlessly beautiful and glowy', acne-free preggos for fear of snarling at them or tearing out their hair. Bitches.
Oily hair. Gone are the days you could make your hairdo last a month (or more if you're really that cheap), without shampooing. Pay 40 bucks at a salon for a blowdry, and see it last for a day, max. Goodbye expensive blowdry, hello helmet hair.
Toot, toot. Burp. Yes, we're carrying a life inside of us. But we are also carrying a lot of gas. If you're stuck in a lift with a bunch of people, you can bet that smell came from the preggo. But don't start staring, that would just be plain rude.
Funbags sans the fun. If our boobs are feeling sore, husbands should keep hands to themselves. One wrong move and we'll smackdown, flying kick your asses. HAI-YAKKK!!!
Is that my stomach or is that Chewbacca? Yep, unfortunately growing belly hair all over is the norm. Sometimes after you get out of the shower, your stomach may just resemble a hairy monkey. Sexy stuff.
I had a teeny, tiny sip of water - I gotta go bad. Excuse the preggo if she's stepping on your toes while trying to scramble out of the cinema in the middle of a suspenseful scene, she's gotta whizz. So what if it's for the fifth time. Get in her way and she may use your cup in ways you'd rather not imagine. Bottomline, if a preggo has gotta go, she's gotta go.
Acid reflux. Enough said.
Sloppy kisses,
'Aainaa
P\s: To fellow preggos, this post was written in good humour. Please don't get all crazy hormonal and sit on me.
Not quite.
No one tells you about...
The constipation. Good lord, the constipation. When you're pregnant, everything in your body slows down, including your... errr, colonic activities. You can spend more than half an hour sweating your non-existant balls off just trying to unload. You may feel like you are about to give birth. It can get pretty effing painful, no joke. I always feel like I'm about to faint and start seeing stars after a strenuous sesh. Sometimes I cry. Piles is also all too common amongst pregnant women. Luverrly. Better start drinking water like your life depends on it unless you like the feeling of trying to squeeze a watermelon out of your ass. Look at the bright side, I suppose it does give you some form of 'push' practice, though.
Your pimply face. Now, not all pregstars are lucky enough to travel back in time and relive their high school days when their face resembled a pizza. Mmm, pizza.... Anyway, before we go off topic, those pus filled suckers will rear their ugly heads because of the spike of hormones in your system. At this point, you may look like a knocked up teenager. Throw in some braces to complete the look if you're feeling festive. And stay the hell away from the flawless, 'I'm so effortlessly beautiful and glowy', acne-free preggos for fear of snarling at them or tearing out their hair. Bitches.
Oily hair. Gone are the days you could make your hairdo last a month (or more if you're really that cheap), without shampooing. Pay 40 bucks at a salon for a blowdry, and see it last for a day, max. Goodbye expensive blowdry, hello helmet hair.
Toot, toot. Burp. Yes, we're carrying a life inside of us. But we are also carrying a lot of gas. If you're stuck in a lift with a bunch of people, you can bet that smell came from the preggo. But don't start staring, that would just be plain rude.
Funbags sans the fun. If our boobs are feeling sore, husbands should keep hands to themselves. One wrong move and we'll smackdown, flying kick your asses. HAI-YAKKK!!!
Is that my stomach or is that Chewbacca? Yep, unfortunately growing belly hair all over is the norm. Sometimes after you get out of the shower, your stomach may just resemble a hairy monkey. Sexy stuff.
I had a teeny, tiny sip of water - I gotta go bad. Excuse the preggo if she's stepping on your toes while trying to scramble out of the cinema in the middle of a suspenseful scene, she's gotta whizz. So what if it's for the fifth time. Get in her way and she may use your cup in ways you'd rather not imagine. Bottomline, if a preggo has gotta go, she's gotta go.
Acid reflux. Enough said.
Sloppy kisses,
'Aainaa
P\s: To fellow preggos, this post was written in good humour. Please don't get all crazy hormonal and sit on me.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
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There's a difference between pushing your child to do better and just plain pushing your child away.
Friday, December 3, 2010
The paranoia of being pregnant.
I received a message on fb from one of my friends (shout out to Hajar!) who says that she reads my blog and marvels at how well I'm handling my pregnancy, while she on the other hand feels quite anxious about everything. Honestly, I think every pregnant woman would agree with me when I say we are paranoid about EVERY LITTLE THING. I, for one, am one of the most paranoid person I know.
The first time I found out I was pregnant, I was only about a month along and instantly my mind started flashing back to those times I had a spa session (I got into a hot tub AND had a brutal back massage forgodsakes!), jumped about with my girlfriends at Mar's house (literally jumping about while posing in the air, for the camera haha) and god knows what other stuff I was up to before I found out I was knocked up. Anyway, I didn't allow myself to be overjoyed that my pregnancy tests showed 'positive', because I was so sure I had done everything in my power to harm that little zygot :( Plus, this is strange, but a lot of people around me were bracing me for..the worst. They would go, "Don't get too excited, early stages VERY fragile!" Which added to my negative thinking. I mean, these people care about me and I'm sure they mean well, but all that talk about not keeping my hopes up high really took me to the highest level of paranoia, I kid you not. And especially when they start telling you stories about people they know who suffered from miscarriages..that made everything even worse.
Anyway, it wasn't all rainbows and carebears the first time I went for a scan. The doctor couldn't find the sac. Basically, she couldn't see anything. And she reassured me it was a bit too early to see anything, and that the scanning equipment she uses is not high tech, that if I went to the hospital I would be able to see something etc etc. And what did I start doing? I broke down, right there in her office. It was because I had pent up negative energy inside me that was bursting to come out, topped with an unhealthy dose of paranoia, and finally coupled with the blank scan...I told her how I was extremely worried that I started sputtering about how I felt like I had harmed the baby in its fragile state. The doctor told me that I had to start focusing on staying positive, because stressing out in itself was harmful to the baby, and that it was perfectly normal not to see anything if the pregnancy is at its 'baby' stages. In the end, she told me to come back in two weeks.
When Yasir and I got home, I decided to turn my thinking around. I knew the doctor was right, worrying and stressing too much would do absolutely nothing for the baby. I guess I adapted this new attitude, to talk and think positively about the baby..and know that whatever happens is in god's hands. I started visualising that I was having a normal, healthy pregnancy and that the baby was safe in my uterus. I talked more about the baby to friends who made me feel that I was having a normal pregnancy, and that everything was going to turn out fine. I even started talking to my bebe, telling him or her to stay strong "in there" and saying that I know insyaallah everything will be fine, if it's meant to be. Two weeks later, at the second check-up, Yasir and I saw that tiny little dot up on the monitor. Who knew that such a small dot could make my heart soar :)
The thing about pregnancy is, a mom-to-be's worries are endless. You could be in the early stages of your pregnancy and feel anxious about the baby making it through to that crucial 3 month milestone, or you could be like me, at 5 months and worried about the baby's brain and physical developments, as well as trivial things like my tummy not being big enough, am I hurting him when I lie on my side and he starts kicking when I do so etc etc. I would be lying if I said I wasn't worried. Despite my posts on my blog about already naming my baby, buying him clothes, wanting him to grow up into a gentleman, there is ALWAYS that constant paranoia that things could go wrong, nauzzubillah. But I learned that we can't control our fate, we can do our absolute best to help it turn out how we would want to. And I'm being the best mother I can be to Ayden right now, staying positive about his developments, and visualising him growing into a healthy baby boy, and counting down the days I'll be holding him in my arms, insyaallah. Aminn. Plus, before the era where pregnant moms loaded up on vitamins, DHA, folic acid etc etc, our grandmothers and their mothers did everything the natural way, my grandma didn't even get to see her babies before they were born, and alhamdulillah her babies (my mom and aunt) came out perfectly healthy. Sometimes, you've just gotta learn to stop worrying too much, let nature take its course during your pregnancy... and let go. I suppose that's the first thing we learn on being a mother while our baby's still in the womb. Never too early for a lesson on parenting, eh?
Anyway, Hajar, if you're reading this, sorry it's taken me so long to get back to you on the supplements I'm taking! Ah, might as well tell you here hahah. I'm taking calcium pills and obimin, which is a multi-vitamin. But I'll be updating to Obimin Plus, because that one has DHA to help aid in the baby's brain development. And occasionally,Yasir makes me one of those powdered milk drinks for pregnant and breastfeeding women. That's about it, for now! My next xheck up is next weekend - we'll be 22 weeks, insyaallah. Hopefully we'll get to see the babyy's face :)
To expecting mothers, try not to worry too much, although easier said than done. I find that voicing your anxiety and fears to a fellow pregnant person always helps too. Aaina Kameilia, if you're reading this, you know what I'm talking about don't you? Haha. Alright, time for breakfast..have a beautiful weekend everyone!
Sloppy kisses!
The first time I found out I was pregnant, I was only about a month along and instantly my mind started flashing back to those times I had a spa session (I got into a hot tub AND had a brutal back massage forgodsakes!), jumped about with my girlfriends at Mar's house (literally jumping about while posing in the air, for the camera haha) and god knows what other stuff I was up to before I found out I was knocked up. Anyway, I didn't allow myself to be overjoyed that my pregnancy tests showed 'positive', because I was so sure I had done everything in my power to harm that little zygot :( Plus, this is strange, but a lot of people around me were bracing me for..the worst. They would go, "Don't get too excited, early stages VERY fragile!" Which added to my negative thinking. I mean, these people care about me and I'm sure they mean well, but all that talk about not keeping my hopes up high really took me to the highest level of paranoia, I kid you not. And especially when they start telling you stories about people they know who suffered from miscarriages..that made everything even worse.
Anyway, it wasn't all rainbows and carebears the first time I went for a scan. The doctor couldn't find the sac. Basically, she couldn't see anything. And she reassured me it was a bit too early to see anything, and that the scanning equipment she uses is not high tech, that if I went to the hospital I would be able to see something etc etc. And what did I start doing? I broke down, right there in her office. It was because I had pent up negative energy inside me that was bursting to come out, topped with an unhealthy dose of paranoia, and finally coupled with the blank scan...I told her how I was extremely worried that I started sputtering about how I felt like I had harmed the baby in its fragile state. The doctor told me that I had to start focusing on staying positive, because stressing out in itself was harmful to the baby, and that it was perfectly normal not to see anything if the pregnancy is at its 'baby' stages. In the end, she told me to come back in two weeks.
When Yasir and I got home, I decided to turn my thinking around. I knew the doctor was right, worrying and stressing too much would do absolutely nothing for the baby. I guess I adapted this new attitude, to talk and think positively about the baby..and know that whatever happens is in god's hands. I started visualising that I was having a normal, healthy pregnancy and that the baby was safe in my uterus. I talked more about the baby to friends who made me feel that I was having a normal pregnancy, and that everything was going to turn out fine. I even started talking to my bebe, telling him or her to stay strong "in there" and saying that I know insyaallah everything will be fine, if it's meant to be. Two weeks later, at the second check-up, Yasir and I saw that tiny little dot up on the monitor. Who knew that such a small dot could make my heart soar :)
The thing about pregnancy is, a mom-to-be's worries are endless. You could be in the early stages of your pregnancy and feel anxious about the baby making it through to that crucial 3 month milestone, or you could be like me, at 5 months and worried about the baby's brain and physical developments, as well as trivial things like my tummy not being big enough, am I hurting him when I lie on my side and he starts kicking when I do so etc etc. I would be lying if I said I wasn't worried. Despite my posts on my blog about already naming my baby, buying him clothes, wanting him to grow up into a gentleman, there is ALWAYS that constant paranoia that things could go wrong, nauzzubillah. But I learned that we can't control our fate, we can do our absolute best to help it turn out how we would want to. And I'm being the best mother I can be to Ayden right now, staying positive about his developments, and visualising him growing into a healthy baby boy, and counting down the days I'll be holding him in my arms, insyaallah. Aminn. Plus, before the era where pregnant moms loaded up on vitamins, DHA, folic acid etc etc, our grandmothers and their mothers did everything the natural way, my grandma didn't even get to see her babies before they were born, and alhamdulillah her babies (my mom and aunt) came out perfectly healthy. Sometimes, you've just gotta learn to stop worrying too much, let nature take its course during your pregnancy... and let go. I suppose that's the first thing we learn on being a mother while our baby's still in the womb. Never too early for a lesson on parenting, eh?
Anyway, Hajar, if you're reading this, sorry it's taken me so long to get back to you on the supplements I'm taking! Ah, might as well tell you here hahah. I'm taking calcium pills and obimin, which is a multi-vitamin. But I'll be updating to Obimin Plus, because that one has DHA to help aid in the baby's brain development. And occasionally,Yasir makes me one of those powdered milk drinks for pregnant and breastfeeding women. That's about it, for now! My next xheck up is next weekend - we'll be 22 weeks, insyaallah. Hopefully we'll get to see the babyy's face :)
To expecting mothers, try not to worry too much, although easier said than done. I find that voicing your anxiety and fears to a fellow pregnant person always helps too. Aaina Kameilia, if you're reading this, you know what I'm talking about don't you? Haha. Alright, time for breakfast..have a beautiful weekend everyone!
Sloppy kisses!
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Food poisoning?
Yasir spent RM200 on what we thought would be a nice dinner at Tamarind Springs last night. Today we woke up with a weird feeling in our stomachs and I am feeling really under the weather. That's 200 bucks down the drain. Sigh. I think the baby didn't like the food too, because while I was eating, he kept on moving and moving and moving..that I couldn't concentrate on my meal. Maybe he was trying to tell me to stop eating. Today isn't a good day, very lightheaded and I feel like there are pieces of heavy, wet sludges of cotton in my brain. Yasir insists we're victims of food poisoning, but I'm trying to stay positive and brush it off. I'm sure I'll feel better after a good, solid day of rest. Oh, just for the record, I think Sharone from Masterchef USA is hot. Mmm.
Sloppy kisses.
Sloppy kisses.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
My fave shots part 1
If you're on my facebook then you've already seen these pics, bear with me. But I love them so much, and can't wait to show them to my kids and I have two super talented photogs to thank - Ili and Kude. I knew they wouldn't let me down, so glad I went with my instincts! They knew the exact look and feel I was going for, and executed it brilliantly. It was worth lugging around the props and getting all sweaty for (if you notice, my hair gets ickier as the pics progress), definitely! Also, Yasir was being such a good sport about it - you know you'd usually have to club a guy over the head and render him unconscious before he agrees to participate in any kind of photographic activity? It means even more that he was willing to get all gussied up because he knew how much I wanted pics of us! Anyway, here are some of my favourite pics from our post wedding shoot (two days after our nikah! I think I was already knocked up then btw har har):
The pics are rather small though. Maybe you can click on 'em to make them bigger? Dunno. Haha. Part 2 coming up soon :)
sloppy kisses xxx
To do list (by mama) - unedited
This morning, mama came in my room, started nagging and questioning about what I do everyday (which, I can't entirely blame her, yes, I am a loser). Then she started scribbling away furiously on a piece of paper. This is what she wrote:
THINGS I CAN DO/WILL DO DURING MY PREGNANCY
1) Cook, iron, decorate oso my house. Try cooking/baking new recipes
2) Call up friends - make appointment and close cases.
TARGET: - minimum 1 friend a day
- minimum 1 case a week
3) Mengaji - target: Qatam Quran before baby born & read Islami books & listen to mengaji
4) Write & publish a mini book eg "Diary of a pregnant mother"
5) Sign up for part time MBA
6) Find some ways to earn money at home (besides insurance) eg any other direct selling, internet selling, jumble sales etc
7) ETC ETC
THINGS I MUST DO EVERYDAY
1) DOA every time after solat
2) Dzikir banyak banyak
3) Mengaji or listen to recital of Quranic verses every day/nite
4) Eat kismis, kurma, honey & vit every morning
5) 1 fruit at least a day
,...you know you need to get a life when your mother starts writing your To Do lists for you. LE SIGH.
Insurance anyone? :D
So I don't have a full-time job at the moment besides the occassional freelance articles here and there for female magazine and The Malaysian Women's Weekly. My mom thinks I'm a complete slug, and I have to admit I am sick on relying on Yasir for money..plus, with a baby on the way, having some income would help us out loads. Sigh. Anyway, I am now doing part-time insurance for Prudential, and am on the lookout for people who are interested in taking up insurance for themselves, or savings for their children. I'm not saying this because I'm being all agent'y', but savings is ABSOLUTELY crucial for you and your family's future... without sounding too brash, you are being quite an idiot if you don't have insurance. Sorry! But insurance is not a luxury anymore people, it's definitely a necessity. Why, you ask? Why would you not save for your future or for your children's future?! Would you rather panic later on in life when you realise the money you've put away for years is definitely not enough to pay your medical bills, last you through retirement or put your children through to a good college? Or would you rather be financially smart for your future and have everything taken care of? Seems like a no brainer, doesn't it? haha. Contact me, and I'll gladly explain more...no pressure, just have a listen :) If you don't have insurance already, please feel free to comment here, or e-mail me at superbaybee@hotmail.com, with the title being 'INSURANCE', so I won't mistake your email for junkmail...and we'll take it from there! We can meet up for coffee and have a chit-chat. I don't bite, I love meeting new people, and I'm friendlier than you think! ;) haha. What say you?
Here's to being savings savvy,
'Aainaa
Here's to being savings savvy,
'Aainaa
Nightmare.
I had a dream I was about to give birth and was in labour. SCARY. Needless to say, I did NOT sleep well last night. AAAAAAAAAAAACK.
Monday, November 29, 2010
A life lesson.
You came to me, crying your little heart out, and I rushed to see where the noise was coming from. There you were, sprawled out on my pavement, less than a month old, such a tiny little thing, but a cry that was loud enough for me to hear over the blast of my tv. Without any hesitation, I picked you up and cooed to you, wondering how was it that a tiny little baby kitten was left on my doorstep, without a mother cat in sight? You were so small that I knew you couldn't have ended up there by yourself, so to make sure your mother wasn't coming back for you, I put you down again where I found you and waited for a while inside the house to see if she would come for you. The sound of you crying for your mother made my heart break, and finally, after I was sure she wasn't coming back, I took you in my arms and jumped straight into the car and drove to the vet, because I knew you were too small to eat normal catfood, and I had to give you milk you drink.
Over the next few weeks, I had to get used to taking care of a baby kitten, in between flower arrangements and dress fittings, just to name a few, as I was busy planning my wedding. You were extremely clingy, and I felt like it was very much like taking care of a newborn baby! I had to feed you milk from the sryinge every so often when you cried out for me, and you would only sleep peacefully when you were in the crook of my arm. I woke up at the wee hours of the morning to you crying, calming you down while I mixed the milk powder with water and tested to see that it wasn't too hot for you to suckle on. Sometimes I would get frustrated because I was tired, but I had grown so fond of you, that I didn't think twice about coming to you when you called out for me. Finally, over the weeks, you grew slightly bigger and I could feed you soft food, which had to be hand fed because you would step in your food bowl causing your fur to go all sticky and caked with cat food! There were times your face was so messy from burying your head into the soft food that I had to wash your face with a warm, wet cloth, but you seemed to like it because you would purr as I rubbed you clean, and even fall asleep. There were countless times when both of us would fall asleep on the couch, with you cuddled in my arms. And then there were also times when I was slightly annoyed with you because I couldn't go out because I had to stay home and look after you - yes, you were that clingy and sought for attention every second you were awake! Mama even suggested I take you with me on one Saturday as I had planned to run some wedding errands! After arguing with mama that taking a baby kitten with me would be ridiculous, I spent the whole day while I was out wondering if you were okay, what were you doing, were you crying? I rushed home to you as soon as I could.
After I got married, you started growing into a playful little kitten! You were so naughty, just like a little child, chasing and biting everyone's feet! And you weren't as clingy anymore, but you still had so much love to give, always cuddling with me and kakak. I moved out of the house to live with my husband, but would come by every weekday, my highlight of the morning seeing you run to me at the gate as if you were greeting me, then chasing my feet :) I missed you on weekends when I didn't come by, and always looked for you as soon as I came back to the house. I'd call out for you if I didn't see you, and you would come bolting out of nowhere and come running to me, jump on my lap and nuzzle my arm.
Two weeks ago, the day before you left, we spent the longest time cuddling together on the couch. I was surprised that you wanted to sit with me, because you were going through a phase where you would be too busy running around and chasing the other cats to pay me any attention. But that day, you came to me when I called you, and you fell asleep on my then already pregnant stomach, and purred so loudly. Even as you woke, you stayed on my lap and watched tv with me. We stayed like that for a long time, until I finally drifted off to sleep. And I didn't know then, but an hour later, you said goodbye to me as I woke up groggily from feeling something wet touch my nose. You sniffed my face softly, and I smiled a sleepy smile and thought how cute, stroked you gently and went back to sleep. That was the last I saw of you..
The day I realised you were missing, I was so worried and cried constantly, thinking about where you had gone to, were you alright, were you hurt...a million things ran through my mind. I called and called for you throughout the day, went outside the gate and screamed for you, praying you had just gone for a short walk and would come running home as soon as you heard my voice. I was so upset, I could feel the stress taking its toll on my body and knew that I had to relax for the sake of the baby in my belly. When Yasir came home, all I could do was bury my head in his shoulder and cry my eyes out, because it felt like my heart was going to burst. I imagined the worst things in my head - and tortured myself with the image of you scared, alone and hurt..I had to force those thoughts out of my mind, to calm myself down. Now I imagine and pray that you're in a happier place...
Miu Miu, not a day goes by when I don't think of you. I don't know why you went away, but I'd like to think that God gave you to me for that short period of time to see if I have what it takes to become a mother. If I would look after you and care for you when you were such a tiny little thing, crying away in my arms. Constantly showering you with attention and affection and rushing to you, even at 5am when you called out for me, cooing to you to calm you down. I'd like to think you were put there on my doorstep for a reason, Miu, and when the time came, you left me as you had served your purpose. I hope I did well looking after you when you were abandoned by your mother and alone, and I hope that there was never a moment when you didn't feel loved.
Some people say you learn a lot when you look after and care for a pet. Miu, thank you for the life lesson you taught me, my little one, and know that you will always, always be here in my heart.
Over the next few weeks, I had to get used to taking care of a baby kitten, in between flower arrangements and dress fittings, just to name a few, as I was busy planning my wedding. You were extremely clingy, and I felt like it was very much like taking care of a newborn baby! I had to feed you milk from the sryinge every so often when you cried out for me, and you would only sleep peacefully when you were in the crook of my arm. I woke up at the wee hours of the morning to you crying, calming you down while I mixed the milk powder with water and tested to see that it wasn't too hot for you to suckle on. Sometimes I would get frustrated because I was tired, but I had grown so fond of you, that I didn't think twice about coming to you when you called out for me. Finally, over the weeks, you grew slightly bigger and I could feed you soft food, which had to be hand fed because you would step in your food bowl causing your fur to go all sticky and caked with cat food! There were times your face was so messy from burying your head into the soft food that I had to wash your face with a warm, wet cloth, but you seemed to like it because you would purr as I rubbed you clean, and even fall asleep. There were countless times when both of us would fall asleep on the couch, with you cuddled in my arms. And then there were also times when I was slightly annoyed with you because I couldn't go out because I had to stay home and look after you - yes, you were that clingy and sought for attention every second you were awake! Mama even suggested I take you with me on one Saturday as I had planned to run some wedding errands! After arguing with mama that taking a baby kitten with me would be ridiculous, I spent the whole day while I was out wondering if you were okay, what were you doing, were you crying? I rushed home to you as soon as I could.
After I got married, you started growing into a playful little kitten! You were so naughty, just like a little child, chasing and biting everyone's feet! And you weren't as clingy anymore, but you still had so much love to give, always cuddling with me and kakak. I moved out of the house to live with my husband, but would come by every weekday, my highlight of the morning seeing you run to me at the gate as if you were greeting me, then chasing my feet :) I missed you on weekends when I didn't come by, and always looked for you as soon as I came back to the house. I'd call out for you if I didn't see you, and you would come bolting out of nowhere and come running to me, jump on my lap and nuzzle my arm.
Two weeks ago, the day before you left, we spent the longest time cuddling together on the couch. I was surprised that you wanted to sit with me, because you were going through a phase where you would be too busy running around and chasing the other cats to pay me any attention. But that day, you came to me when I called you, and you fell asleep on my then already pregnant stomach, and purred so loudly. Even as you woke, you stayed on my lap and watched tv with me. We stayed like that for a long time, until I finally drifted off to sleep. And I didn't know then, but an hour later, you said goodbye to me as I woke up groggily from feeling something wet touch my nose. You sniffed my face softly, and I smiled a sleepy smile and thought how cute, stroked you gently and went back to sleep. That was the last I saw of you..
The day I realised you were missing, I was so worried and cried constantly, thinking about where you had gone to, were you alright, were you hurt...a million things ran through my mind. I called and called for you throughout the day, went outside the gate and screamed for you, praying you had just gone for a short walk and would come running home as soon as you heard my voice. I was so upset, I could feel the stress taking its toll on my body and knew that I had to relax for the sake of the baby in my belly. When Yasir came home, all I could do was bury my head in his shoulder and cry my eyes out, because it felt like my heart was going to burst. I imagined the worst things in my head - and tortured myself with the image of you scared, alone and hurt..I had to force those thoughts out of my mind, to calm myself down. Now I imagine and pray that you're in a happier place...
Miu Miu, not a day goes by when I don't think of you. I don't know why you went away, but I'd like to think that God gave you to me for that short period of time to see if I have what it takes to become a mother. If I would look after you and care for you when you were such a tiny little thing, crying away in my arms. Constantly showering you with attention and affection and rushing to you, even at 5am when you called out for me, cooing to you to calm you down. I'd like to think you were put there on my doorstep for a reason, Miu, and when the time came, you left me as you had served your purpose. I hope I did well looking after you when you were abandoned by your mother and alone, and I hope that there was never a moment when you didn't feel loved.
Some people say you learn a lot when you look after and care for a pet. Miu, thank you for the life lesson you taught me, my little one, and know that you will always, always be here in my heart.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
My little man.
I can't help but worry that I might turn Ayden into a mama's boy. I'm super protective when it comes to the people I love, apparently it's in my Leo nature. I remember reading it in an astrology book -Leo mothers are fiercely protective of their young ones. Yasir thinks I have the tendency to spoil Ayden too...he sees the way I treat my cats. I know how I treat my cats. And yes, I do spoil them, and I get a tad bit iffy when I see others handling them roughly.
I guess as a parent, you have to find that perfect balance between being a loving mother, but at the same time, not too doting that your child becomes sheltered and god forbid, whiny. And of course, I wouldn't want my son to be known as a 'mummy's boy' when he's all grown up, those ones are the worst kinds! Adoi. I'll have to love him enough that he wants to take care of me, respects me and comes to me when he needs to talk, but not be too clingy. That's just one of my concerns on parenting anyway. Zillion more to come, I'm sure. One thing's for sure - I'm on a mission to groom him into becoming a gentleman. Ha ha. I'll call him 'my little man' from when he's small, and make sure he practices good manners, commend him when he does anything chivalrous in nature. Ladies first, open the door to let a lady walk in, offer to help a lady carry her things...small things first, then on to the more serious stuff like never laying a finger on a woman, always having respect for the gentler sex, and being patient when a female is PMS-ing.
Oh, this is random, but yesterday morning, I woke up and the name Natalya came to mind. Next baby perhaps? Yasir keeps on ignoring me when I talk about having a second child. Oh well.
I guess as a parent, you have to find that perfect balance between being a loving mother, but at the same time, not too doting that your child becomes sheltered and god forbid, whiny. And of course, I wouldn't want my son to be known as a 'mummy's boy' when he's all grown up, those ones are the worst kinds! Adoi. I'll have to love him enough that he wants to take care of me, respects me and comes to me when he needs to talk, but not be too clingy. That's just one of my concerns on parenting anyway. Zillion more to come, I'm sure. One thing's for sure - I'm on a mission to groom him into becoming a gentleman. Ha ha. I'll call him 'my little man' from when he's small, and make sure he practices good manners, commend him when he does anything chivalrous in nature. Ladies first, open the door to let a lady walk in, offer to help a lady carry her things...small things first, then on to the more serious stuff like never laying a finger on a woman, always having respect for the gentler sex, and being patient when a female is PMS-ing.
Oh, this is random, but yesterday morning, I woke up and the name Natalya came to mind. Next baby perhaps? Yasir keeps on ignoring me when I talk about having a second child. Oh well.
Back!
Helloooo blog, I've missed you! Laptop is fixed, although internet is acting a tad bit dodgy. I don't really have any exciting news to report, but I am over the moon that my bebe and I have officially reached 20 weeks! And as slowly but surely, those dull little 'thud thud' kicks I talked about are getting stronger and more noticeable - I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night because of a strong kick! Then I usually find it hard to fall asleep after, but I take that all this waking up at 3am and sleepless nights will help me prepare for the real deal, so it's all good.
I am now also weighing in at 57.4kgs as of this morning. Whoa. I'm not sure if the whole '2kgs a month' thing is really going to work out for me, because my weight has been increasing really really fast. But I'm not too worried now, as I'm pretty sure that all this weight is not due to me pigging out (though that does happen from time to time), but because of my pregnancy. But yeah, arms are getting flabbier, face slightly chubs and the other day my sister played with my lovehandles, while going "why like this?" mesmerised by them. Thanks a lot kakak!
On a bouncier note, baby bump is showing! I do get some stares from people who look like they're thinking "Is she pregnant? Hmm, maybe she's not? Eh, maybe she is. Eh, no lah. SHE IS!" especially from women. Kinda fun. And you'll get people commenting on how small or big your tummy is too. The other day I went bra shopping (which was frustrating - more on that in a later post), and the salesgirl asked me how many months along I was and I told her I was 5 months, and she exclaimed with bulging eyes "Wahh, 5 months can already see ah like this!?" like I was ready to go into labour and give birth there and then in that store. Oh, and the other day I had my first 'I'm a fragile pregnant woman' situation, which was pretty cool. You know how shop assistants at Sungei Wang are usually far from being friendly to you? How they follow you around their shop as if you're going to stuff every RM25 ringgit top into your handbag at any moment, give you the evil eye, breathe down your neck and go "tsk!" and in a huff fuss over that top you took from the rack but decided it looks tacky on you, so you put it back? Well, last week, I was looking at a Balenciaga motorcycle bag imitation, and decided, nahh (but after sleepless nights that handbag has been haunting me, think I might just have to go and get it now :p) and as I was attempting to place it back on the shelf which was only a few inches higher than me, the shop assistant came rushing to me and went, "It's okay! come, come I help you!!" in the most urgent and pleasant tone possible. And instantly I felt like I needed to assume my role as the helpless preggo chick, so I stuck out my belly a few inches more and gave her a soft whisper "Thank you," while placing my hand on my waist, like I was having a backache. Automatic response, I can't help it, I swear. Guys on the other hand, tend to stare at my...boobs. My girls are definitely a far cry from Heidi Montag's, but they're definitely there. They have a mind of their own - which annoys and delights Yasir at the same time. It's like they're a blessing and a curse. Apparently only he can stare at them and his job is to protect and shield them from the prying eyes of every gatal man. You know what they say, with great boobs come great responsibility.
Oh one more thing - I'm now a baby/child stalker. If your baby is cute, I'm probably stalking you already. Watch out. Har har. There's this little boy who looks around two-years-old at my condo, who goes for a walk with his nanny around 9.15am, first time I saw him tottering about, holding his nanny's hand while walking down the path, I just stared at him and smiled widely like a psycho. He's sooooo cute! And the weird thing is, he looks like Yasir when he was a kid (believe it or not, Yasir was an uber pretty boy, with his fair complexion, red lips and dimple - I know, what happened right?? haha) so my heart just stopped looking at the little boy, coz he has the same fatures as Yasir! Then the next day, as Yasir was sending me back to the condo, we saw the boy again, this time looking a bit chomot in his pyjamas, but still tottering about with his nanny. And I've been hoping to bump into that boy eversince, but not yet. Yasir thinks I'm obsessed. I have worked out that this boy lives in the same block as me, because he always seems to be coming from that direction. Now all I gotta do is wait in front of the lift everyday at 9am sharp till he goes for his morning walk. Operation child stalking to take place. Soon. Very soon. MUAHAHAHAHA. MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!
sloppy child stalker kisses,
'Aainaa
I am now also weighing in at 57.4kgs as of this morning. Whoa. I'm not sure if the whole '2kgs a month' thing is really going to work out for me, because my weight has been increasing really really fast. But I'm not too worried now, as I'm pretty sure that all this weight is not due to me pigging out (though that does happen from time to time), but because of my pregnancy. But yeah, arms are getting flabbier, face slightly chubs and the other day my sister played with my lovehandles, while going "why like this?" mesmerised by them. Thanks a lot kakak!
On a bouncier note, baby bump is showing! I do get some stares from people who look like they're thinking "Is she pregnant? Hmm, maybe she's not? Eh, maybe she is. Eh, no lah. SHE IS!" especially from women. Kinda fun. And you'll get people commenting on how small or big your tummy is too. The other day I went bra shopping (which was frustrating - more on that in a later post), and the salesgirl asked me how many months along I was and I told her I was 5 months, and she exclaimed with bulging eyes "Wahh, 5 months can already see ah like this!?" like I was ready to go into labour and give birth there and then in that store. Oh, and the other day I had my first 'I'm a fragile pregnant woman' situation, which was pretty cool. You know how shop assistants at Sungei Wang are usually far from being friendly to you? How they follow you around their shop as if you're going to stuff every RM25 ringgit top into your handbag at any moment, give you the evil eye, breathe down your neck and go "tsk!" and in a huff fuss over that top you took from the rack but decided it looks tacky on you, so you put it back? Well, last week, I was looking at a Balenciaga motorcycle bag imitation, and decided, nahh (but after sleepless nights that handbag has been haunting me, think I might just have to go and get it now :p) and as I was attempting to place it back on the shelf which was only a few inches higher than me, the shop assistant came rushing to me and went, "It's okay! come, come I help you!!" in the most urgent and pleasant tone possible. And instantly I felt like I needed to assume my role as the helpless preggo chick, so I stuck out my belly a few inches more and gave her a soft whisper "Thank you," while placing my hand on my waist, like I was having a backache. Automatic response, I can't help it, I swear. Guys on the other hand, tend to stare at my...boobs. My girls are definitely a far cry from Heidi Montag's, but they're definitely there. They have a mind of their own - which annoys and delights Yasir at the same time. It's like they're a blessing and a curse. Apparently only he can stare at them and his job is to protect and shield them from the prying eyes of every gatal man. You know what they say, with great boobs come great responsibility.
Oh one more thing - I'm now a baby/child stalker. If your baby is cute, I'm probably stalking you already. Watch out. Har har. There's this little boy who looks around two-years-old at my condo, who goes for a walk with his nanny around 9.15am, first time I saw him tottering about, holding his nanny's hand while walking down the path, I just stared at him and smiled widely like a psycho. He's sooooo cute! And the weird thing is, he looks like Yasir when he was a kid (believe it or not, Yasir was an uber pretty boy, with his fair complexion, red lips and dimple - I know, what happened right?? haha) so my heart just stopped looking at the little boy, coz he has the same fatures as Yasir! Then the next day, as Yasir was sending me back to the condo, we saw the boy again, this time looking a bit chomot in his pyjamas, but still tottering about with his nanny. And I've been hoping to bump into that boy eversince, but not yet. Yasir thinks I'm obsessed. I have worked out that this boy lives in the same block as me, because he always seems to be coming from that direction. Now all I gotta do is wait in front of the lift everyday at 9am sharp till he goes for his morning walk. Operation child stalking to take place. Soon. Very soon. MUAHAHAHAHA. MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!
sloppy child stalker kisses,
'Aainaa
Monday, November 22, 2010
A short update.
Laptop is still being nursed back to health (using kakak's office laptop), so I'm going to have to be MIA for a bit :( In a nutshell, what has been going on...nothing. Haha. Mama came back from Argentina, and bought 4 baby clothes and a diaper bag and a baby carrier, that you sling around your body. For me? One see through maternity dress. But I'm happy that now we've got more baby clothes coming in! One of the outfits is a nautical themed blue and white stripey top with pants, complete with a striped hat and little striped gloves..very cute :) Thanks mama/nenek! WHOA. Nenek. Mama's going to be a nenek!
Ooh, another thing worth mentioning and a tad bit alarming is that I've put on close to 5kgs!! I know I'm pregnant and putting on weight is the norm, but it's kinda scary when you put on weight really really fast. Apparently you're only supposed to put on 2kgs a month when you're pregnant, but at the rate I'm going.....aaack. I haven't really been eating like a crazy person too, but I make sure I never skip any meals. And occasionally I do indulge in some sweet stuff (like doughnuts, or chocs etc) but not anything out of the norm. Hmmm. I have also been going swimming, thanks to my darling friend Maine, I've been tumpang'ing' her pool at Seri Maya, and am trying to make a habit of swimming at least twice a week! Let's see how long that will last. Haha.
Alright, that's going to be all for now because I'm a little pressed for time. Damn laptop, will you be fixed already??!!!!
sloppy kisses.
Ooh, another thing worth mentioning and a tad bit alarming is that I've put on close to 5kgs!! I know I'm pregnant and putting on weight is the norm, but it's kinda scary when you put on weight really really fast. Apparently you're only supposed to put on 2kgs a month when you're pregnant, but at the rate I'm going.....aaack. I haven't really been eating like a crazy person too, but I make sure I never skip any meals. And occasionally I do indulge in some sweet stuff (like doughnuts, or chocs etc) but not anything out of the norm. Hmmm. I have also been going swimming, thanks to my darling friend Maine, I've been tumpang'ing' her pool at Seri Maya, and am trying to make a habit of swimming at least twice a week! Let's see how long that will last. Haha.
Alright, that's going to be all for now because I'm a little pressed for time. Damn laptop, will you be fixed already??!!!!
sloppy kisses.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Kick kick!
Yesterday I was watching E.T on HBO and felt the unmistakable feeling of the baby kicking! I've felt some fluttery movement before, but was always unsure if it was baby or because I had something funky for dinner and my tummy was rebelling, but I'm pretty sure the kicks I felt yesterday were from the baby. It was a dull *thud thud* feeling in the lower part of my stomach, and went on for 5 times in a row! It was a pretty awesome feeling :) I was hoping he would go on and on, and didn't want it to end..because when your nausea is gone, and your tummy isn't at that stage where you look obviously pregnant, you tend to get a little bit paranoid. So when I felt my baby kicking, this warm fuzzy feeling rushed over me, and I'm reminded that my son is growing inside me. My son. Wow, it makes me a little teary eyed just thinking about it..Insyaallah.
Anyway, maybe he was kicking because he loved the movie or he thought E.T was cute? Ha ha. Because just before the movie started, I rubbed my belly and told him we were going to watch a pretty cool movie on HBO. I talk to my belly sometimes so my baby will recognise my voice when he comes out..docs recommend it. It's kinda hard because I don't usually talk a lot day to day when I'm mostly alone and Yasir's at work, unless I'm talking to my grandparents or my cats, so I try to make singing a habit too, so Ayden can hear me. Wonder what he thinks of my singing....
Yasir and I bought the baby's first outfit on Sunday! It was random, we now have the habit of occasionally stopping by children\babies clothes shops when we're out, so that day we were in Ampang Point and I caught sight of this t-shirt and shorts set for 0 to 3 month old babies, and this one had a picture of a koala bear sitting down, and had "My name is koala" imprinted on it! I thought it was the most perfect looking thing I had ever seen (because we all know how I say Yasir looks like a koala bear) and we've been referring to him as Baby Koala or Koko. So I thought it would be perfect for our little Ayden :) Plus, it helps that it was on sale and super cheap - score!
It's now safely tucked away in my closet, waiting for a tiny body to fill it...and I know that eventually (insyaallah) when Ayden has it on, it's going to get stained with drool and smell of baby masam after a day, but it'll always be Ayden's first special outfit, and remind me of the days when Yasir and I were completely clueless about baby stuff. I might just keep that outfit till Ayden gets his first serious girlfriend and whip it out to show her and embarrass him..yeah, I'm going to be one of "those moms"! Poor Ayden. Heh heh.
Alright, off to Ikea with the sister-in-law. Meatballs with extra jam, here I come!!
Anyway, maybe he was kicking because he loved the movie or he thought E.T was cute? Ha ha. Because just before the movie started, I rubbed my belly and told him we were going to watch a pretty cool movie on HBO. I talk to my belly sometimes so my baby will recognise my voice when he comes out..docs recommend it. It's kinda hard because I don't usually talk a lot day to day when I'm mostly alone and Yasir's at work, unless I'm talking to my grandparents or my cats, so I try to make singing a habit too, so Ayden can hear me. Wonder what he thinks of my singing....
Yasir and I bought the baby's first outfit on Sunday! It was random, we now have the habit of occasionally stopping by children\babies clothes shops when we're out, so that day we were in Ampang Point and I caught sight of this t-shirt and shorts set for 0 to 3 month old babies, and this one had a picture of a koala bear sitting down, and had "My name is koala" imprinted on it! I thought it was the most perfect looking thing I had ever seen (because we all know how I say Yasir looks like a koala bear) and we've been referring to him as Baby Koala or Koko. So I thought it would be perfect for our little Ayden :) Plus, it helps that it was on sale and super cheap - score!
It's now safely tucked away in my closet, waiting for a tiny body to fill it...and I know that eventually (insyaallah) when Ayden has it on, it's going to get stained with drool and smell of baby masam after a day, but it'll always be Ayden's first special outfit, and remind me of the days when Yasir and I were completely clueless about baby stuff. I might just keep that outfit till Ayden gets his first serious girlfriend and whip it out to show her and embarrass him..yeah, I'm going to be one of "those moms"! Poor Ayden. Heh heh.
Alright, off to Ikea with the sister-in-law. Meatballs with extra jam, here I come!!
To all idiots out there..
This is my blog. Aainaa's. So obviously I will write about me and whatever the hell is going on in this life of mine. OBVIOUSLY. If you are so STUPID that you can't grasp that concept, then why the hell are you here in the first place? To read about my life jugak right? As my husband has put it simply, if you don't like it, then don't come back time and time again to read it. Ugh, it's ridiculous just thinking about it. Plus, I'm pregnant, so I REALLY don't need bumbling fools reading this blog and leaving stupid, irrational comments. Makes me nauseated. Please take a hike, jump off a building, or take a long walk off a short pier. Thanks.
To my worthy readers\family\friends, sorry for the slow updates, laptop is on its way to getting fixed and it's pretty tough typing from my blackberry, so hopefully as soon as it's fixed, my "menjual diri" in this blog will commence as per usual. If you guys are confused as to what I mean by "menjual diri", please refer to the idiotic comments made by a certain Anonymous on my The Mom Dresscode post. But be warned, it would be a waste of your precious time, as it has been of mine. But should you need some entertainment, by all means :) Anyway, sorry your reading material at work is on hiatus as of now. You know I love you.
Sloppy kisses! Xxx
To my worthy readers\family\friends, sorry for the slow updates, laptop is on its way to getting fixed and it's pretty tough typing from my blackberry, so hopefully as soon as it's fixed, my "menjual diri" in this blog will commence as per usual. If you guys are confused as to what I mean by "menjual diri", please refer to the idiotic comments made by a certain Anonymous on my The Mom Dresscode post. But be warned, it would be a waste of your precious time, as it has been of mine. But should you need some entertainment, by all means :) Anyway, sorry your reading material at work is on hiatus as of now. You know I love you.
Sloppy kisses! Xxx
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Man vs wife
It's been nearly four months since I've been living with an extra terrestrial, or rather, the male species. Here are the things which I have had to get used to, or what I don't understand:
Why does he:
- have to smoke while taking a dump? This is an intriguing thing that smokers do which I still don't get...hmmmm
- insist on playing his xbox everynight before we go to sleep, for at least 2 hours? I'm convinced it releases some sort of therapeutic, brain-relaxing hormone which without, will lead to a sleepless night - so as an understanding wife, I know he's gotta do what he's gotta do, and I'd usually fall asleep on the couch till the wee hours of the morning until this hormone is released and we can finally crawl into bed.
- watch Ironman 2 on blu-ray over and over again? I have seriously lost count. The last time my 3-year-old cousin Rayyan came over, Yasir used him as an excuse. We'll see what he comes up with next...
- hog the covers shamelessly?!?! This is a particularly unpleasant habit I had to discover after we got married..it's really not fun having to go to bed knowing that you're about to go to battle everynight. It's like I'm at a friggin' Sports Day and I'm participating in 'acara tarik tali' forgodsakes. After the first few sleepless (not to mention freezing) nights of waking up shivering and groping around for the duvet, I now respond to this annoying habit automatically, and am on standby mode. As soon as I feel the duvet sliding, I tug that motherf**king piece of material HARD and hold on for dear life. Usually, he stops. If he doesn't, then I find that shouting "OI!!!!!!!" works too.
- have his hands in his pants or shorts and on his crotch when he's watching tv? I've heard tales about the male species having the tendency to do such a thing and didn't really believe it...till I got married. Some theories say that they feel a need to constantly check if their goods are still there, because it's such a prized possession. Fair enough, I guess, should one day your schlong decide to run away and find itself a better owner.
- wear the same t-shirt to bed for WEEKS and not feel yucky? Eeeeeeeeuwwwww gross!
- fart while pretending he's a rocket missile, or...a ballerina.
Okay, sure, there are things that he doesn't get about me either, like:
- why I take at least half an hour to get out of the house, even if it means popping by to the nearest mamak for a quick breakfast. I just don't know what to wearrrr and some days I look fat in everythinggggg *sniff*
- why my bra is draped across the living room sofa sometimes. Look, if I feel the need to set 'my girls' free while I'm watching The Kardashians on E! and I'm too lazy to walk to the room, that's where my bra's gonna be at, alright? And don't pretend you don't like it when I go bra-less! You like, right??
- why I must watch Giuliana and Bill. You have no idea about the pain they're going through!They've been wanting a baby for ages now, and first did IUI and it wasn't effective, and decided on IVF even if it meant her having to go through all these procedures which were taxing to her body physically and she FINALLY got pregnant and they were so happy, and then after 8 weeks she miscarried...sighhhhh, so sad:(
- why I must change handbags everytime. It's simple: Different handbags go with different outfits. Capiche?
- why it takes me so long to get ready for bed. I'm sorry we all don't just take off our contact lenses and hop straight into bed like you do. The nightly ritual usually involves makeup remover, followed by cleansing, and some sort of cream we slap on our face before we can even think of snoozing. Which brings me to...
- why I have random dots of pimple cream on my face when I slide into bed next to you. I know it isn't sexy, and I look downright scary sometimes, but you want your wife to have pimply face is it? When else can I have some goopy thing on my face anyway? There's a reason they call it 'beauty sleep' you know, so that we can regain our beauty while we sleep, even if it means looking like Frankenstein in the process. Oh and wives everywhere would appreciate our husbands telling us (or a hint would do) beforehand if they're up for a lil' somethin' somethin' before going to bed, because then we'll sacrifice the pimple cream...just for you, because we're nice *smiles sweetly*. Please note, once we have the stuff on our face, there's no turning back. Don't even think about nudging us, please eh. Dowan.
But besides all the hullabaloo, co-existing under one roof ain't that bad after all. Yasir and I lucked out because our 'mess level' is sorta similar, so I'm not an anal person to live with, and he isn't either. You hear stories about how the wife gets all frustrated because her husband's underwear is strewn all over the place...thank god I don't have to deal with that. Also, Yasir doesn't pee standing up, so I don't get that whole frustrating thing with the toilet seat being up. Although our condo can look like a pig sty from time to time, we usually come to a point where one of us takes a look around our house and shrieks "OHMYGOD WE'RE LIVING IN A DUMPSTER!!!" or "OHMYGOD WE JUST GOT ROBBED!!!!!!" followed by us both scurrying around, cleaning up. Simple. To my dear husband, here's to many more years of living together, in our own beautiful mess. And next year, insyaallah with a bouncing, crying, peeing and pooping baby Ayden thrown into the mix, our adventure begins all over again.
Can't wait :)
Why does he:
- have to smoke while taking a dump? This is an intriguing thing that smokers do which I still don't get...hmmmm
- insist on playing his xbox everynight before we go to sleep, for at least 2 hours? I'm convinced it releases some sort of therapeutic, brain-relaxing hormone which without, will lead to a sleepless night - so as an understanding wife, I know he's gotta do what he's gotta do, and I'd usually fall asleep on the couch till the wee hours of the morning until this hormone is released and we can finally crawl into bed.
- watch Ironman 2 on blu-ray over and over again? I have seriously lost count. The last time my 3-year-old cousin Rayyan came over, Yasir used him as an excuse. We'll see what he comes up with next...
- hog the covers shamelessly?!?! This is a particularly unpleasant habit I had to discover after we got married..it's really not fun having to go to bed knowing that you're about to go to battle everynight. It's like I'm at a friggin' Sports Day and I'm participating in 'acara tarik tali' forgodsakes. After the first few sleepless (not to mention freezing) nights of waking up shivering and groping around for the duvet, I now respond to this annoying habit automatically, and am on standby mode. As soon as I feel the duvet sliding, I tug that motherf**king piece of material HARD and hold on for dear life. Usually, he stops. If he doesn't, then I find that shouting "OI!!!!!!!" works too.
- have his hands in his pants or shorts and on his crotch when he's watching tv? I've heard tales about the male species having the tendency to do such a thing and didn't really believe it...till I got married. Some theories say that they feel a need to constantly check if their goods are still there, because it's such a prized possession. Fair enough, I guess, should one day your schlong decide to run away and find itself a better owner.
- wear the same t-shirt to bed for WEEKS and not feel yucky? Eeeeeeeeuwwwww gross!
- fart while pretending he's a rocket missile, or...a ballerina.
Okay, sure, there are things that he doesn't get about me either, like:
- why I take at least half an hour to get out of the house, even if it means popping by to the nearest mamak for a quick breakfast. I just don't know what to wearrrr and some days I look fat in everythinggggg *sniff*
- why my bra is draped across the living room sofa sometimes. Look, if I feel the need to set 'my girls' free while I'm watching The Kardashians on E! and I'm too lazy to walk to the room, that's where my bra's gonna be at, alright? And don't pretend you don't like it when I go bra-less! You like, right??
- why I must watch Giuliana and Bill. You have no idea about the pain they're going through!They've been wanting a baby for ages now, and first did IUI and it wasn't effective, and decided on IVF even if it meant her having to go through all these procedures which were taxing to her body physically and she FINALLY got pregnant and they were so happy, and then after 8 weeks she miscarried...sighhhhh, so sad:(
- why I must change handbags everytime. It's simple: Different handbags go with different outfits. Capiche?
- why it takes me so long to get ready for bed. I'm sorry we all don't just take off our contact lenses and hop straight into bed like you do. The nightly ritual usually involves makeup remover, followed by cleansing, and some sort of cream we slap on our face before we can even think of snoozing. Which brings me to...
- why I have random dots of pimple cream on my face when I slide into bed next to you. I know it isn't sexy, and I look downright scary sometimes, but you want your wife to have pimply face is it? When else can I have some goopy thing on my face anyway? There's a reason they call it 'beauty sleep' you know, so that we can regain our beauty while we sleep, even if it means looking like Frankenstein in the process. Oh and wives everywhere would appreciate our husbands telling us (or a hint would do) beforehand if they're up for a lil' somethin' somethin' before going to bed, because then we'll sacrifice the pimple cream...just for you, because we're nice *smiles sweetly*. Please note, once we have the stuff on our face, there's no turning back. Don't even think about nudging us, please eh. Dowan.
But besides all the hullabaloo, co-existing under one roof ain't that bad after all. Yasir and I lucked out because our 'mess level' is sorta similar, so I'm not an anal person to live with, and he isn't either. You hear stories about how the wife gets all frustrated because her husband's underwear is strewn all over the place...thank god I don't have to deal with that. Also, Yasir doesn't pee standing up, so I don't get that whole frustrating thing with the toilet seat being up. Although our condo can look like a pig sty from time to time, we usually come to a point where one of us takes a look around our house and shrieks "OHMYGOD WE'RE LIVING IN A DUMPSTER!!!" or "OHMYGOD WE JUST GOT ROBBED!!!!!!" followed by us both scurrying around, cleaning up. Simple. To my dear husband, here's to many more years of living together, in our own beautiful mess. And next year, insyaallah with a bouncing, crying, peeing and pooping baby Ayden thrown into the mix, our adventure begins all over again.
Can't wait :)
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
16 weeks pregnancy vlog
A short update and a tummy shot. This was before we found out we're having a boy, so I didn't include that in! Next vid :)
xxx
This is a happy post!
This post is long overdue! Counting my blessings today, which I should remind myself to do more often. Anyway, these are the things which make me believe that unicorns, My Little Ponies and everything else lovely in the world exist :
- My kitty Miu Miu coming to me for 'manja time'. What she does is run from out of nowhere, jumps onto the couch and into my lap, nuzzles her wet little nose onto my arm and purrs loudly :)
- New York Cheesecake doughnut from Krispy Kreme. I love the little cheesecake crumbs on top and the lemon filling. Mmm-mmm!
Check out the doughnut-y goodness. Yasir had the choc one with some cream filling - his was pretty yummy too
- Eating one dessert after the other : Red velvet cupcake, followed by sticky date pudding from Delicious. I FULLY recommend the pudding, it is divine! The pudding is served hot, topped with vanilla ice cream and a side of butterscotch sauce. Oh god.
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Sticky date pudding orgasmic bliss!
- Pancakes for breakfast!
- Ruffling Yasir's hair first thing when I wake up :)
- Doing my mak nenek dance for Yasir and making him laugh
- Cute baby clothes! So many cute onezies at Mothercare! eeeek! Yasir and I were fiddling with a snowman suit and scheming about stuffing Ayden into one for Christmas. Muahahaha
- Doctor telling me I can eat anything and everything under the sun. Really?? More sushi for me!!! Kidding, kidding :p
- Dreaming about visiting Dicky and kakak in Vevey, Switzerland next year as a trio family! :D
sloppy kisses! xxx
la la la la Elmo song!
In a bit of a 'motherly' mood today :) Can't wait to sing this with Ayden! :D
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Blue!
What are little boys made of, made of?
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails and puppy dog tails;
That's what little boys are made of.
It's a boy! Little Ayden Hood :) Insyaallah.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
I caved.
Here goes....I had sushi.
Ok, don't judge, I am in my second trimester, and I was craving my raw salmon SO BADLY I was having visions of dancing salmon topped with wasabe in my sleep. So last weekend, I finally, FINALLY, walked into Sakae Sushi at Pavillion and ordered plates of my beloved long-lost raw salmon.
This is not an exaggeration, but I was literally shaking in my Vincci sandals (ask Yasir!) as I took that first succulent bite. Oh god, oh god, OH MY GOD YES YES YES! It felt so good, you cannot imagine. I was on Cloud 9, wait screw that, the HIGHEST cloud freaking imaginable as I devoured everything in sight. I was like a druggy who had gotten out of rehab and relapsed. Every bite melted on my tongue and I had to close my eyes from the sheer ecstasy. Had I not, I imagine my eyeballs would be rolling about in complete orgasmic bliss. I was careful not to order too much of course (if I had it my way I'd be tearing through that restaurant like a crazed maniac), but I had just enough salmon to satisfy my cravings. And for the first time during this whole pregnancy thing, I felt completely like my old self, like everything was falling into place, and there was peace in the world again. Birds were chirping, and if I was in a scene in a movie, the waiters at Sakae Sushi would be doing a little song and dance, twirling around while they served me my salmon, and fireworks would be exploding.
At the end of it all, I walked out of that place breathless, my hair in complete disarray and a wide, satisfied Cheshire cat smile on my face.
Some people say chocolate is better than sex. In my case, it's sushi. I'm not planning on making eating a sushi a habit while I'm pregnant, but I'll cave in from time to time when my body can't take it anymore and when the visions of dancing salmon come creeping back. Japanese women eat raw fish throughout their pregnancy and are absolutely fine. The debate goes on and on about sushi being safe or harmful to your pregnancy, but bottomline is, as long as you don't consume too much, and have your sushi in a reputable, clean restaurant, you and the baby should be A-Okay. I CAN'T WAIT for my next orgasmic session. This time I'm going to make sure I go extra extra slow, so it'll last so much longer...
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Pregnant fashionistas take note!
Nicole shows us how it's done
Many pregnant moms try to avoid buying “maternity” clothes at all costs, even when they have outgrown their pre-pregnancy clothes. Here are 5 signs it’s time to breakdown and buy maternity clothes — or buy non-maternity clotehs that fit.
All your tops look like tiny tees: We know you love your vintage Rolling Stone tee, but once it is riding up past your belly button it is time to retire it until after your baby is born. Feel free to plan a “Rolling Stones out of retirement” once you have lost your baby weight and are again rockin’ the tee!
Your favorite dress now resembles a short tunic top: Thanks to your growing belly, once your dress starts riding up to mini skirt status, it is time to either (a.) Retire it or (b.) pair it with opaque leggings and boots for a hip look.
Plumber’s butt: No offense to plumbers, but once your …ahem…crack starts peeking out of your jeans when you bend over, it is time to send those jeans packing.
You can’t sit down…comfortably: We know you love your Seven for All Mankind jeans, but once you hear seams ripping, you know your jeans have met their match. Don’t worry, you will be back in them in no time.
Bump hugging versus bump smothering: Bump hugging clothes are in style, however squeezing into a too-tight dress or top is never in style. If you feel like a stuffed sausage…chances are, you look like one, too (but we still love ya!).
sloppy kisses!
The mom dresscode.
So I've been pondering lately, what exactly am I supposed to wear now that I am with child? Am I expected to dress like a mom? What do moms wear anyway? If it's one thing I'm NOT wearing, it's mom jeans. Ohmygod. It just hit me - mom jeans are actually high waisted jeans, and now that I'm going to be a mom, I'll be automatically regarded as wearing 'mom jeans' should I decide to wear high waisted jeans, wouldn't I?! Thank god I could never carry off high waisted jeans anyway - I just look like a sausage with a face.
Yesterday as I was kissing my datuk goodbye to head off to watch the play, he made a curt comment after looking me up and down. "Why are you wearing such a short dress? You're pregnant tau 'Aainaa! You're going to be a mother!"
Ouch.
Sure, my dress was a tad bit short, and I couldn't bend over without flashing the world my undies (which, by the way, was a great deal at RM10 for three! Yeah, I've switched to cotton. See I'm making progress!), but am I supposed to start dressing 'mumsy' now that I'm pregnant? Just so you know, my dress was short, but I was wearing an oversized blazer over it, so it's not like I looked like I was about to go clubbing. Of course in the future, I'm not going to pull a Pamela Anderson and prance around in hot pants and cropped tops, but can't I pull out a short dress once in a while? What about a cute little playsuit? Would I be in over my head if I say no to tent tops and keep my clothes flattering? It's bad enough that I haven't worn my heels in AGES (god rest their poor soles) but now I'll have to start dressing mum-like? I should start wearing long sleeved t-shirts and trackshoots (the malay equivalent of tracksuits), shouldn't I??
Sorry, of course there are other mum-ariffic outfits out there other than tracksuits and t-shirts, but I'm a bit upset if I'm expected to sacrifice my personal style just because I'm going to be a mother. Sure, I'll make adjustments here and there...I'll probably choose a longer dress over a shorter one, and pants (stylish ones please) over skirts more often, but if it's one thing that makes me feel like myself, it's wearing an outfit which makes me feel good. And I know, once this baby comes, and I am finally a mother, my whole world will be wrapped around this tiny little being. So I think it's only fair that I am allowed to keep pieces of my old self, even if it comes in the form of clothing. Just because I take the time to look good doesn't make me a bad mom, in fact, I'm sure it makes me a better one.
I'm sure some of you will probably scoff and say "Wait till she becomes a mother, she won't have the time and energy to bother about clothes". Maybe you're right. But when that time comes, I'll have to remember not to lose myself and my personality, trudging around in sweats just because I'm caring for my little one. I'll probably struggle to find myself again, but by god, I'm DETERMINED to. I might not rank as a MILF, but I'll come pretty darn close. And that's the promise I'm making to myself, right here, right now. I'll wear my 4 inch heels again one day, just you wait!!! Role models : Kourtney Kardashian and Kimora Lee Simmons.
That's it, I'm putting Marie France Bodyline on speed dial.
Pregnancy update!
I originally thought of recording my 15th week pregnancy vlog, but seeing as my weekend looks pretty packed, I'm just going to blog about it here. Alhamdulillah, I am now 15 weeks along :) That means I am definitely in my second trimester! I am stoked about this *do the pregnant jiggle* My appetite is improving heaps compared to how it was before, but I'm still not at the 'pigging out' stage. Although I am comfortable with the level of appetite I have now...because pigging out isn't really recommended when you're pregnant, contrary to popular belief! I do eat quite a bit of chocolate though. While some people crave something sour, I'm leaning towards the sweet side. Sign that I'm carrying a girl perhaps? My friend Matiin thinks it's a girl (shout out to Mats!) because we went out last night to watch Maine's play (which, by the way, was awesome) and I was busy applying makeup in the car, on the way to KLPac. Mats says that if you can't be bothered with makeup while you're pregnant, that means you're carrying a boy. But honestly, I think the vain side of me just forces me to slap on somethin' on my face when I need too, because I tend to look a little pale. Maine thinks I have a wee little penis inside me, which is her way of saying she thinks it's a boy. Oh well. At this moment, let's just say it's 50-50!
My (here it comes) nausea - I am SO SICK of this word! - level is improving much, during the day, but is not 100% gone. I was feeling a little bit ill last night at KLPac, and attempted to stuff my face with two chicken sandwiches before the play started, but that made me feel even more ill. Blergh. It comes and goes, really, but I'm thankful it's not as bad as before. I feel like a balloon, with all this air inside me...I find myself burping throughout the day, which is so unlike me before, because I was never a burper haha. But they're not your loud burps, they're more of small silent ones, but is CONSTANT. I always imagine in my head that if I get one of those traditional massages right now, the masseuse would probably burp non-stop while massaging me! The amount of air I have inside me is really ridiculous! As I'm typing up this post I have probably burped 5 friggin' times. Ha ha.
Oooh, one more thing I've acquired lately - headaches. I find that I tend to get a headache towards the afternoon, sometimes quite manageable, but there have been the head-pounding ones, where you feel like slamming your head against the wall repeatedly, while screaming "AAAAAAAARRRRGHHHHHHHH!!!!". And the fact that I can't take Panadol and just have to ride it out is WONDERFUL. But this just builds up my strength and character (not to mention pain threshold!) for when I become a mother, I'm sure. I just tell that to myself to make myself feel better, so shush.
In terms of changes to my body, my favourite thing of being pregnant is my, umm, upper area region. 'My girls' have definitely increased in size, which is luverrly. If there's anything my husband has to be thankful for, for me being pregnant (besides bringing a bundle of joy which carries his DNA into the world of course), it's that. Makes up for him running around, eh? Just swing them his way and he's a happy camper. My stomach is swelling slightly, I have to admit I'm a bit anxious because it's still barely visible and I don't look pregnant to the naked eye, but I have a feeling that I also might freak out a bit once my stomach starts to get bigger and bigger. It's one of those things where you're excited for it to happen, but once it does you get a bit like "Ohmygod it really IS REAL. I REALLY AM PREGNANT. I REALLY AM GOING TO PUSH THIS BIG BABY OUT OF THIS LITTLE HOLE IN XXX MONTHS. AAAACK". I have found my camera and taken the liberty to dust of the charger and actually charge the battery, so I can snap some belly pics. Once I have something to 'show', I might upload them here.
Emotionally, I feel slightly more connected to my little Koko, and I can feel my motherly instincts slowly kicking in. Before I go to sleep at night and the first thing when I open my eyes in the morning is automatically rub my belly :) And if I feel hunger pangs, I immediately think of the baby being hungry, and that I must find food, fast. I am also absolutely strict when it comes to being exposed to cigarette smoke, god knows I am a pain in the ass when it comes to this and call me anal all you want, but I'm NOT exposing my unborn baby to toxic fumes. Yasir has to suffer for this, especially since I can't even stand the smell on his shirt and skin. But he's been pretty understanding so far, albeit that one argument that we had, but that's another story.
How is baby growing? Here are some info, taken from pregnancy.org:
- You may begin to feel some fluttering movements as baby kicks, flails, twists and turns (but don't panic if you don't yet). She can also grasp, squint, frown, grimace and maybe suck her thumb!
- Your baby's legs have grown longer than the arms and the body is now longer than the head.
- And you'll be happy to note that he is moving those arms and legs often!
- His skin is very thin -- so thin blood vessel are visible. It's covered by a fine, soft layer of hair called lanugo. Lanugo comes from a Latin word meaning "down." This hair is thought to help insulate your little boy.
- The three tiny bones in his middle ear have begun to harden. The auditory centers in your baby's brain haven't developed yet, so she might not really understand what you say but her hearing capacity is in the process of developing.
- Fingernails and toenails are growing.
- Eyebrows are beginning to grow and even the hair his head is sprouting. It will probably change color and texture after birth.
- All this and your little one is an amazing 3.98 inches (10.1cm) long and may weigh 2.47 ounces (70gm)
Have a great weekend everyone! :)
xxx
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Beauty post!
Okay, this is totally random, but I'm in a girly mood and feel like talking about makeup. I'm not an expert, but here are a few staples that I CAN'T live without (which are all 'present' in the pic above!):
Laura Mercier Mineral Pressed Powder SPF 15 in Rich Vanilla
Yep, I'm STILL using this - I've been using this for over a year now, so this lasts forever, given that I use it 99.9% of the time I step out the door! I used to have this tedious routine of applying M.A.C concealer and L'oreal foundation, then topping it off with a pressed powder...but now all I do is pat this powder on and I'm done. It definitely rids you of that blotchy skin look, and is quite matte...so I always apply moisturiser beforehand. I have a feeling I might convert to Bare Minerals though, since everyone has been raving about it! After I finish this compact I might give that brand a go.
Maybelline BrowDefinist in 01 Dark Brown
I am extremely lazy when it comes to tweezing, plucking and threading, so my excuse is that I'm going for that heavy eyebrows, Brooke Shields look most of the time. Ahem. So this brow powder works in two ways for me - the brush helps 'comb' my eyebrows into place, and the colour fills the gaps evenly. I never NOT use this especially when I've got an event to go to...I seriously feel 'unpolished' without it. People, if you're lazy ass when it comes to maintaining your
eyebrows, don't go without a little bit of 'eyebrow enhancement'! Even a pencil would do. It complements your eyes and does wonders. Brow pencil/powder = good. No excuses.
M.A.C Shimmer Blush in Dollymix
M.A.C Sheertone Shimmer Blush in Dollymix and (recently) IN2IT Long Wearing Blush in 02 Kiss
Okay, everyone who knows me knows that I'm big on blusher. I am obsessed with blusher. I cannot LIVE without blusher. Yes, sometimes I kind of overload on it, but I try to catch myself before I do - and hastily tone it down with powder if it's too much! Alright, this one's a bit of a tricky one because I've tried zillions. But right now I'm using MAC IN Dollymix which is a very
pinky sort of shade, so you've gotta go lighthanded on this one. What I like to do is just dab a little on my puff, and just lightly dab on my cheekbones for a much needed pick-me-up (refer to photo!). It gives you this sweet little flush, and I'm guessing this particular shade is going to last
forever, seeing that I use it so sparingly. The IN2IT blusher in Kiss is a very very light pink, almost sheer shade which is so natural-looking, you might have to layer it on if you want it to look more noticeable. Again, what I do is use my compact powder puff to dab it on my cheeks.
But it's awesome for daytime and when you want to look like you were just born radiant. Right
now, I mix these two blushers up for a pretty glow - Kiss for the apples of my cheeks, and Dollymix for the outer cheekbone area.
The BodyShop Liquid Eyeliner in Black
Ok, honestly, if you're not wearing eyeliner something must be wrong with you. Either that, or you were born with automatically eyeliner'ed' eyes (bitch). Don't underestimate the power of perfectly eyeliner'ed' eyes. My eyes look so sepet without eyeliner it's ridiculous. So what do I do? You guessed it - line, line, line. If you don't know how to use liquid eyeliner, please, by all means, practice. But if you still can't get the hang of it, walk away from liquid and just go with pencil or cream eyeliner. Because there's nothing more weird than badly eyeliner'ed' eyes!
Seriously, it's super distracting. And if you're the type who has watery eyes, either: 1) use
WATERPROOF eyeliner or 2) Don't go with liquid. My sister has eyes that water like there's no
tomorrow, so she is a bad candidate for liquid, hence she should use pencil instead. I've been using Bodyshop's liquid eyeliner since I was in diapers, so this brand works for me. The brush isn't too soft so you don't struggle to draw a decent line, and the colour is thick. If it's anything I'm allergic to, it's un-intense black liquid eyeliner. Black liquid eyeliners should be BLACK, not light black. People, please. I love this particular eyeliner because it doesn't give that hard-up, waxy finish like most liquid eyeliners do (cheapo ones tend to do that). But, if you have 'runny' eyes, don't use this brand. It is awesome, but only if you can 'control' your tears. Experiment to find out which eyeliner technique works to enhance your eyes. I find that I look pretty weird using liquid eyeliner all the way across my top eyelid, so I usually just apply it to the outer corners of my eyes, to 'open' them up more (again, refer to above pic to see what I'm talking about). Say it with me everyone: Eyeliner is what makes the world go round.
Laura Mercier Lip Stain
Urban Decay Lipstick in Jilted
Laura Mercier Lip Stain in Scarlet + Urban Decay Lipstick in Jilted
I love, love, love a red lip. I do. I don't care if my husband doesn't really like it, but I think red lips are so classic looking. There's something about red lips that just jazzes up an outfit. Don't you think? Subtle lips are so blah. And I'm in love with the colour of my lip stain, but I usually need to build up the colour quite a bit to achieve a dramatic shade - since it's a stain, the consistency isn't as thick as lipstick. But that makes it excellent for daytime when you want that I-just-
finished-sucking-on-cherries look. It also tends to disappear after a while, so you need to constantly reapply. But I don't care, because the shade's lovely. The Urban Decay lipstick was a gift from Mar, and it smells like liquorice! Yum. The shade is a slightly dark fuschia though, so I usually mix it up with my other reds, to get the shade I want. If you've never tried red lipstick in your whole life, walk on the wild side once in a while! Rowrrr.
Dior Diorshow Iconic Mascara
God knows I've tried my share of mascaras. And this one, is by far, my absolute fav. I always forget to put on mascara because I don't really see the point when I'm wearing eyeliner and my lashes are barely visible, but when I go sans eyeliner, this mascara really helps to 'open up' my eyes. I swear by it.
There you have it. My 'bare' essentials. These babies are always in my handbag. As long as I have them with me, I'll look human. Feel free to share what yours are, I'm always curious.
xxx
Sunday, October 17, 2010
To do.
Here is my to-do list:
- Call Prince Court to enquire about delivery charges
- Record my 15th week pregnancy vlog
- Buy a book...specifically, Chicken Soup for The Expecting Mother's Soul
- Shampoo hair
- Plan small Halloween candy pig-out fest for the Goonian group
- Enquire about doing my Masters at UiTM
- Shave my legs
- Do something about the overflowing laundry basket at home
- Water dying plant...
- Buy romantic DVD movie (time for a good cry fest!)
- Finish beauty article!!! IMPORTANT!
- Eat healthy stuff
- FINALLY get my jeans back from kakak!!!!!
- Buy that maternity band thing or maternity jeans
- Get my clothes from the spare room...I'm running out of things to wear!!
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
The perks of being preggers.
I've developed this habit, which I'm sure most pregnant women develop too. I begin my sentence with "The baby wants/is/says..." when I need to ask of a favour, or am upset at someone aka Yasir.
This morning in bed...
Me: Wake uppppp (I start sniffing Yasir's cheeks to annoy him)
Yasir: Ummmpfh.
Me: I'm hungry...
Yasir: Ummmmpfhhh.
Me: The baby's hungry.
Yasir: Okay. I'm up.
Me: The baby nak makan dekat Diva Setiawangsa.
Yasir: Okay okay, jom siap.
Last night...
Me: Why didn't you call me to tell me you're coming back late??
Yasir: I was in a meeting, sayang.
Me: I don't care. Look what you've done. I'm nauseous right now!
Yasir: Sigh.
Me: The baby is upset tau! Kesian the baby!
Yasir: Sorry. I won't do it again, promise.
Works like a charm. Everytime. *wink*
Insyaallah.
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Monday, October 11, 2010
D for diapers.
Since it wouldn't really make much sense for me to splash out on a new handbag, I've been perving on...wait for it...diaper bags. There are the cased ones which look like schoolbags, and which I can't imagine carrying around (without trying to sound like a snobbish prat), but I'm sure serve their own purpose. Here are some ridiculously stylish diaper bags I came across online, which as usual are unavailable in Malaysia, but worth eyeballing:
Juicy Couture
Juicy makes the cutest diaper bags! This is girly goodness at its finest - how sweet would this be for carrying your baby girl's necessities?
Petunia Pickle Bottom Cosmopolitan Carryall - Midnight Blackberry Cake
How great is this bag? This definitely does not look like your typical diaper bag! I imagine this would come in handy when you're wearing a sleek looking outfit and wouldn't want the diaper bag you're carrying around to ruin your look. Yes, even diaper bags can complement an outfit.
OiOi Pink Floral Bouquet Messenger Diaper Bag
If you're more of a psychadellic, peace-loving mom, this diaper bag would be right up your alley. After all, babies are happy, bouncy little things...when they're not crying, of course.
OiOi Red Studded Faux Leather Diaper Tote Bag
I can so see Christina Aguilera bringing something like this around for a diaper bag. Match with red lipstick and cat eyes to complete your bombshell mama look.
Alright, too lazy to look for more. Time to raid the fridge for food. xxx
Things 'Aainaa can/can't eat.
As of now, here are some types of food and drinks which I can and cannot stomach, from painful trial and error:
YAY
- Orange juice. Sunquik works okay too, but it tends to get too thick towards the end of the glass so I usually just drink halfway
- Kinder Bueno
- Nestum Honey 3 in 1 (just add hot water!)
- Chinese fried rice..but it must be very light, and the rice MUST be fluffy, not the grainy type!
- Beef ginger fried kuey teow from Cozy House at Great Eastern Mall
- Ginger tea
- Mentos mint chewies
- Soy milk ONLY from Home Brand
NAY
- Apple juice
- Blackcurrent juice..but sometimes Ribena is okay. Really depends on whether my throat feels like it
- Peppery spaghetti bolognaise
- Generally, rice with lauk. This one can get REALLY tricky.
- Lasagna from Dome. YUCK YUCK YUCK.
- Nasi goreng kampung
- Fish
- Chicken chop
- Burger Om from Ampang
- Soya milk which is not HomeSoy
- Really chocolate-y ice cream
- Meehoon. Mee in general
- This really yucky hotdog cheese bread thing that Yasir once bought from Petronas...okay just thinking about it makes me want to puke
I think I'll stop here before I lose my appetite!
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