Okay, Ayden's wishlist is complete! yaaaay!
sloppy kisses xxx
Monday, January 31, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Juicy-licious.
Seriously, I have never perved over anything more in my life (Ryan Reynolds, you lose, sorry!). I've been googling Juicy Couture diaper bags like nobody's business, I think I've seen every model they have out there! The thing about diaper bags is that...they're really for the mom, instead of the child, admit it. I mean, if we're going to spend days lugging around a diaper bag for our babies, we might as well make it a stylish one, don't you think? I suppose I'm so obsessed with getting a statement diaper bag because that's the only thing I'll be getting for the baby which will actually complement my style. After all that 9 months of carrying around a living being in our tummies and finally going through The Big Push, I say we mothers deserve a nice diaper bag! I stand my ground, men!!
Obviously, Juicy Couture bags are waaaaaay pricey in Malaysia (a diaper bag will set you back more than RM1k), so getting one here is totally out of the question. They are significantly cheaper in The USA though (around 200 US dollars), so my only glimmer of hope is to get my darling cousin Aza or Farah's pilot hubster who travels to the states often to help me get my hands on one.
Anyway, the bags come with a changing mat, bib and burp cloth which is like the cutest thing ever:
Depending on the colour of your bag, you get a matching set. Never would I imagine my child throwing up on a Juicy Couture burp cloth. Faaaabulous, daahling.
At the moment I'm semi obsessing with just getting a black one, since I am having a boy, and black would go with every outfit...
Trust me, this looks better in real life. Not that I've seen this particular colour in real life, but Charlotte Church uses one and I saw a tabloid pic of her lugging it around and it looked awesome. It's huge, so you can practically see it from a mile away :
This one's pretty snazzy too:
No, that ain't me holding the bag, though I wish it were! I had to get this off some random site, couldn't find a proper pic. I love, love this. And I LOVE the strap. Found a pic of Jessica Alba toting a Juicy diaper bag in another model, but with the similar strap (except the colours are in reverse):
At first I wasn't bothered with having huge straps on my diaper bag, but I've realised that they actually come in handy when you're struggling to hold your baby. So all you do is sling away. Plus, with the straps, your hubs can totally lug the bag around without looking gay. Not that there's anything wrong with looking gay, but you know how straight men are!
Then, there are the cutesy coloured ones which make you go 'awwwwww' (or that could just be me):
This totally reminds me of Juicy chewing gum. Coincidental? Btw, Yasir thinks this colour's pretty cute too. Ha, apa lagi sayang? :P
...yeah, that last pic's kinda small and crappy, but you get an idea of how cute it would look in real life, right? Right?? They have heaps of other colours too, google if you're curious. I purposely left out the pink ones because although they are uber cute, I think it would be a wee bit weird to be carrying around a girly diaper bag with Ayden. I might not totally rule out dark pink though....eheh. Anyway, the Juicy diaper bags aren't just aesthetically pleasing, they get really good reviews too, for being roomy enough to lug around your baby's things bla bla blahh who cares. So I AM totally being sensible here - cute and nifty! HAH!
To sum things up, I'm getting one if it's the last thing I do!!!! MUAHAHAHAAAAAHAHA!!
Sloppy, (you knew this was coming) juicy kisses,
'Aainaa
Obviously, Juicy Couture bags are waaaaaay pricey in Malaysia (a diaper bag will set you back more than RM1k), so getting one here is totally out of the question. They are significantly cheaper in The USA though (around 200 US dollars), so my only glimmer of hope is to get my darling cousin Aza or Farah's pilot hubster who travels to the states often to help me get my hands on one.
Anyway, the bags come with a changing mat, bib and burp cloth which is like the cutest thing ever:
Depending on the colour of your bag, you get a matching set. Never would I imagine my child throwing up on a Juicy Couture burp cloth. Faaaabulous, daahling.At the moment I'm semi obsessing with just getting a black one, since I am having a boy, and black would go with every outfit...
Trust me, this looks better in real life. Not that I've seen this particular colour in real life, but Charlotte Church uses one and I saw a tabloid pic of her lugging it around and it looked awesome. It's huge, so you can practically see it from a mile away :
This one's pretty snazzy too:
No, that ain't me holding the bag, though I wish it were! I had to get this off some random site, couldn't find a proper pic. I love, love this. And I LOVE the strap. Found a pic of Jessica Alba toting a Juicy diaper bag in another model, but with the similar strap (except the colours are in reverse):
At first I wasn't bothered with having huge straps on my diaper bag, but I've realised that they actually come in handy when you're struggling to hold your baby. So all you do is sling away. Plus, with the straps, your hubs can totally lug the bag around without looking gay. Not that there's anything wrong with looking gay, but you know how straight men are!
Then, there are the cutesy coloured ones which make you go 'awwwwww' (or that could just be me):
This totally reminds me of Juicy chewing gum. Coincidental? Btw, Yasir thinks this colour's pretty cute too. Ha, apa lagi sayang? :P
...yeah, that last pic's kinda small and crappy, but you get an idea of how cute it would look in real life, right? Right?? They have heaps of other colours too, google if you're curious. I purposely left out the pink ones because although they are uber cute, I think it would be a wee bit weird to be carrying around a girly diaper bag with Ayden. I might not totally rule out dark pink though....eheh. Anyway, the Juicy diaper bags aren't just aesthetically pleasing, they get really good reviews too, for being roomy enough to lug around your baby's things bla bla blahh who cares. So I AM totally being sensible here - cute and nifty! HAH!
To sum things up, I'm getting one if it's the last thing I do!!!! MUAHAHAHAAAAAHAHA!!
Sloppy, (you knew this was coming) juicy kisses,
'Aainaa
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
A letter to my baby boy.
My dearest Ayden,
The day I found out I was carrying you, so much emotion overcame me. I felt like God had answered my deepest prayer - you see, I was a lost soul, longing to fulfill this part in me, which felt empty somehow. I knew there had to be more to life...and I often found myself searching for something I couldn't grasp. I prayed to God to help me seek some calm, for some sense of fulfillment, for something bigger than life. And when the doctor told me I was pregnant one night, I laughed and I cried because I knew that God had heard me all this while and that you were His greatest gift to me. I knew that I had found exactly what I had been longing and wishing for all this time.
As I'm writing this, you're happily kicking and moving in my belly, making me smile, wondering what you're up to in there! You keep me up at night with your antics, but with every sleepless night, every back pain, all my sacrifices and discomfort are leading me to one thing - you. I have never been so in love with someone I've never met before...I dream about what you look like, finally holding you, seeing you looking right back at me, smiling at me and knowing that you're actually mine. By now, you probably know the sound of my voice, and I hope it soothes you and that you already feel loved, because you are. Your daddy is excited about you coming into our lives too, we talk about you all the time and imagine you here with us, a small trio family :) He can't hardly wait to buy you your first Transformers toy from Toys R Us, and watch cartoons with you on a Saturday morning! His face lights up when we talk about you, and I always put his hands on my tummy so he can feel you moving inside me. The first time he felt you move, he was so excited and told me he thought about it at work all day :) I know sometimes he worries if he'll make a good father to you, but I don't have a single doubt in my mind that he'll make an amazing dad, and a father any son would be proud to have - this I am so sure of.
I can't wait to see you grow up...so many 'firsts' I'm looking forward to :) Your first step, our first holiday as a family, your first word, when you first start calling me 'mummy'. I'm not perfect but I hope I'll guide you to be the best person you can be, and I look forward to watching you grow into a young man. Know that I will always be proud of you and I love you with all of my heart, and more. Thank you for bringing me a joy I have never known, which will continue to grow as the years go by. I have yet to lay my eyes on you, but I already think you're amazing :) And know that I will always be here, no matter what.
I'll be seeing you soon, my baby.
All my love,
Your Mummy
Monday, January 24, 2011
We are hitting 29 weeks soon, wheeee!
Seems super surreal that by the end of this week, I will hit the 29th week of my pregnancy. WHOA. That means that by the end of next week, I'll be hitting my 30th week! Aaaaaaack! You know when you hit the 30th week that the countdown definitely begins. Oh man. Excited, but hella nervous. I will have to remind myself that giving birth is a beautiful experience. Beeyootiful. Even when they're shoving a tube up your pee hole so you don't pee all over yourself. Luverrly.
Anyway, speaking of giving birth, I have yet to discuss pain relief options with the dreamy doc yet, but I'm sure this topic will come up sometime in the next couple of weeks. And it's no secret that I am definitely leaning more towards having Epidural. Yah yah, call me a scaredy cat. But if epidural is what it takes for me to get my baby out with as less pain as possible, then epidural it is, I say! Some say that even with epi, you'll still feel the pain anyway, so I doubt I'll be laughing or singing showtunes while pushing heh eheh heh (nervous laughter). Whoa, just thinking about it is kinda giving me goosebumps. Mantra for the next few weeks: If a billion women can do it, so can you Aainaa!! YOU CAN DOOO IT!!
Alright, on to something I'm not too excited about, being in my 7th month. The dreaded B word: Bloating. Slowly but surely, I see my feet puffing up. I can literally feel the suckers inflating, when they're down on the ground - they start to feel kinda tingly-ish, so I try to keep 'em up on a higher level when I'm lounging about watching tv. Apparently that's supposed to help. Plus I should be drinking loads of water, and swimming frequently. So this morning I trudged my pregnant self down to Maine's Seri Maya condo to splash about in the pool, yay me. I did about 8 laps (so that's 16 times back and forth), but was starting to feel a little back pain after a bit, so I stopped. Ahh yes, the other dreaded B word: Back pain. I rarely get a good night's sleep nowadays because at some point I'll wake up and start to feel cramp-y, coupled with a healthy dose of back ache. Then I'd be shifting from lying on my left side to my right side, and then back again. Repeat process over and over. And over. This has definitely become my nightly ritual. Other than that, I am now weighing in at 65kgs! And just to torture myself the other day, I attempted to stuff my body in clothes I THOUGHT I could still fit into while pregnant (nevermind the clothes I knew that I could definitely not fit into anymore!). Honestly, it is the most depressing thing ever. Seriously felt like someone had played a sick prank on me and switched all my clothes to some stick thin supermodel's clothes. I couldn't even get into my favourite pair of shorts that I used to wear all the time - I mean, obviously I wasn't banking in on the fact that I could button the shorts up due to my belly, but I could barely even fit my thighs in! *snifffff* And they say that you gain the most weight in your third trimester, so all I can say is lorrrd help me be strong and stay away from the banana caramel frapp from Coffee Bean.
Oh crap, feet getting all tingly already. Gonna go elevate.
sloppy bloated kisses!
Anyway, speaking of giving birth, I have yet to discuss pain relief options with the dreamy doc yet, but I'm sure this topic will come up sometime in the next couple of weeks. And it's no secret that I am definitely leaning more towards having Epidural. Yah yah, call me a scaredy cat. But if epidural is what it takes for me to get my baby out with as less pain as possible, then epidural it is, I say! Some say that even with epi, you'll still feel the pain anyway, so I doubt I'll be laughing or singing showtunes while pushing heh eheh heh (nervous laughter). Whoa, just thinking about it is kinda giving me goosebumps. Mantra for the next few weeks: If a billion women can do it, so can you Aainaa!! YOU CAN DOOO IT!!
Alright, on to something I'm not too excited about, being in my 7th month. The dreaded B word: Bloating. Slowly but surely, I see my feet puffing up. I can literally feel the suckers inflating, when they're down on the ground - they start to feel kinda tingly-ish, so I try to keep 'em up on a higher level when I'm lounging about watching tv. Apparently that's supposed to help. Plus I should be drinking loads of water, and swimming frequently. So this morning I trudged my pregnant self down to Maine's Seri Maya condo to splash about in the pool, yay me. I did about 8 laps (so that's 16 times back and forth), but was starting to feel a little back pain after a bit, so I stopped. Ahh yes, the other dreaded B word: Back pain. I rarely get a good night's sleep nowadays because at some point I'll wake up and start to feel cramp-y, coupled with a healthy dose of back ache. Then I'd be shifting from lying on my left side to my right side, and then back again. Repeat process over and over. And over. This has definitely become my nightly ritual. Other than that, I am now weighing in at 65kgs! And just to torture myself the other day, I attempted to stuff my body in clothes I THOUGHT I could still fit into while pregnant (nevermind the clothes I knew that I could definitely not fit into anymore!). Honestly, it is the most depressing thing ever. Seriously felt like someone had played a sick prank on me and switched all my clothes to some stick thin supermodel's clothes. I couldn't even get into my favourite pair of shorts that I used to wear all the time - I mean, obviously I wasn't banking in on the fact that I could button the shorts up due to my belly, but I could barely even fit my thighs in! *snifffff* And they say that you gain the most weight in your third trimester, so all I can say is lorrrd help me be strong and stay away from the banana caramel frapp from Coffee Bean.
Oh crap, feet getting all tingly already. Gonna go elevate.
sloppy bloated kisses!
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
My basic life principles.
...to always put yourself in the other person's shoes. To ask myself "What if that happened to me? Would I be upset?" before acting on something.
...to do unto others as you would want done unto you, and to not do unto others what you DON'T want done unto you.
...never talk bad about a person, unless that person has done something to deserve it (then u at least have a valid reason!)
...never criticise a person's physical characteristics, again UNLESS you were criticised first, but even so, refrain if you can.
..To give a person the benefit of the doubt. If I have, and that person still acts like a moron, then it's safe to say that that person IS a bad person.
...to practice social etiquette - apologise for not being able to turn up at an event, when you are unable to. Something A LOT of people forget to do nowadays.
...to avoid hurting the feelings of others. Basically, to have a conscience. If, you are in an uncompromising situation, at least apologise and explain why you weren't given a choice.
...to always love any animal, to show compassion, not to discriminate strays from expensive breeds. A stray cat needs just as much love, and is just as beautiful as a mixed persian in a store window.
...to stay away from racism.
...to be humble, down to earth... never be a show off. Strive for more, but be thankful of what you already have.
...always say your 'thank yous' and 'please'.
...to not take those who have helped you forgranted. To always cherish the GOOD friends and company in your life.
...to be strong no matter how hard life seems. Don't dwell on things or people that will bring you down.
...always remember that however big the problem, someone else has it much, much worse.
...not to use the excuse of coming from a 'broken family' as a basis of screwing up your own life. To always take charge of your life, and know that you are the one responsible of how things turn out, and not because your parents are divorced, or that your father abandoned you.
These things I practice, I hope I'll pass unto my children, insyaallah. I'm far from perfect, but I know that I've got a good head on my shoulders thanks to the values that were taught to me by my mother, growing up. And for that, I am eternally grateful.
...to do unto others as you would want done unto you, and to not do unto others what you DON'T want done unto you.
...never talk bad about a person, unless that person has done something to deserve it (then u at least have a valid reason!)
...never criticise a person's physical characteristics, again UNLESS you were criticised first, but even so, refrain if you can.
..To give a person the benefit of the doubt. If I have, and that person still acts like a moron, then it's safe to say that that person IS a bad person.
...to practice social etiquette - apologise for not being able to turn up at an event, when you are unable to. Something A LOT of people forget to do nowadays.
...to avoid hurting the feelings of others. Basically, to have a conscience. If, you are in an uncompromising situation, at least apologise and explain why you weren't given a choice.
...to always love any animal, to show compassion, not to discriminate strays from expensive breeds. A stray cat needs just as much love, and is just as beautiful as a mixed persian in a store window.
...to stay away from racism.
...to be humble, down to earth... never be a show off. Strive for more, but be thankful of what you already have.
...always say your 'thank yous' and 'please'.
...to not take those who have helped you forgranted. To always cherish the GOOD friends and company in your life.
...to be strong no matter how hard life seems. Don't dwell on things or people that will bring you down.
...always remember that however big the problem, someone else has it much, much worse.
...not to use the excuse of coming from a 'broken family' as a basis of screwing up your own life. To always take charge of your life, and know that you are the one responsible of how things turn out, and not because your parents are divorced, or that your father abandoned you.
These things I practice, I hope I'll pass unto my children, insyaallah. I'm far from perfect, but I know that I've got a good head on my shoulders thanks to the values that were taught to me by my mother, growing up. And for that, I am eternally grateful.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Zoinks.
Random title, as usual. Hello peeeeeeople. FINALLY I get to use an actual computer to update this blog a little. Funny thing is, I can't remember what I was supposed to write about. Pregnant brain much? Oh, before anyone else is confused as per my last post regarding the baby's gender, it's now confirmed that we are, indeed, having a baby boy. And we have decided that the baby will first come wailing into the world in a labour room at Gleneagles Intan Medical Centre. Wheew. Glad that issue has finally come to rest. I was definitely getting sick of doctor hopping. Plus, Dato' Dr. Aziz is quite the Malay equivalent of George Clooney, if I do say so myself heh heh heh. I was expecting an old, fatherly figure as I walked through the door of his consultation room for the first time, but was....pleasantly surprised. Sayang I still love you, after all, you are the baby daddy :p Anyway, now I know why he's so famous. Plus, apparently he IS a good doctor. To expecting mothers, do check him out at Gleneagles or Prince Court if you're curious. Eheh hehe ehehh. Downside is, the next time I may need to bare 'all' to him, I might feel a bit shy-shy (insert blushing smiley emoticon here). Maybe if he coaxes me gently......hehehehe ok ok, stop it, hormones talking here, and anyway I find Yasir the hottest thing to walk planet earth *cough*.
Baby is big for his week, the last time when we went for a scan, I was 25 weeks pregnant and baby was 28 weeks big. So dreamy doc thinks that I MAY deliver end of March instead of mid April, which was quite a shocker to hear. Still, this was just an estimation...we'll see how big the baby gets. Number of scary labour dreams I've had thus far : 3. Including one where I fondly recall a full grown man acting all exorcist-like in the next room while in labour. Yes, you read right - MAN.
I have now just hit my 27th week, so third trimester is right around the corner. Alhamdulillah no obvious signs of bloating, of course I have vaginas as armpits and my thighs and arms now wobble like jelly (mmm...jelly...) but my engagement and wedding band still fit on my finger albeit a bit snug. Of course we know that the bloating phase is scarily looming up ahead, so I am nervously waiting for the day I will wake up looking like blown-up Veronica from Charlie and The Chocolate Factory, although I pray that day will never come! Amin.
Okay, I'm feeling very lethargic today, so I'm due for a snooze. ZzzzzZzZzZZZZzzzzzz
Baby is big for his week, the last time when we went for a scan, I was 25 weeks pregnant and baby was 28 weeks big. So dreamy doc thinks that I MAY deliver end of March instead of mid April, which was quite a shocker to hear. Still, this was just an estimation...we'll see how big the baby gets. Number of scary labour dreams I've had thus far : 3. Including one where I fondly recall a full grown man acting all exorcist-like in the next room while in labour. Yes, you read right - MAN.
I have now just hit my 27th week, so third trimester is right around the corner. Alhamdulillah no obvious signs of bloating, of course I have vaginas as armpits and my thighs and arms now wobble like jelly (mmm...jelly...) but my engagement and wedding band still fit on my finger albeit a bit snug. Of course we know that the bloating phase is scarily looming up ahead, so I am nervously waiting for the day I will wake up looking like blown-up Veronica from Charlie and The Chocolate Factory, although I pray that day will never come! Amin.
Okay, I'm feeling very lethargic today, so I'm due for a snooze. ZzzzzZzZzZZZZzzzzzz
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Dusting off the cobwebs
Ok I officially suck at updating this blog now because I still have to type from my bb, and I've been pretty busy for the past week or so, took two insurance-related exams (passed, thank god!) and have been preoccupied. Something interesting happened during my last check-up though - Yasir and I went to a clinic because it was past 5pm and I wanted a scan asap as I was having quite severe cramps the night before (alhamdulillah doc says everything's fine, uterus was just expanding. Oh, and baby weighs more than 800 grams now!) and while the doctor scanned my tummy, he asked us if we knew the sex of the baby. So naturally we said yes, we're having a boy, and the doc goes, "Hmmmmmmm? Really?"
Yasir's face was priceless. Haha. I mean, it's no secret that he REALLY wants a boy. And because of that, I have to admit, I was hoping for a boy from the very beginning, because Yasir wants a boy. But anyways, while the doctor kept on scanning and focusing on the baby's genitals, Yasir kept on desperately trying to point out a penis on the monitor :p I have to admit though, the penis didn't look as big as when we first saw it hahah. And true story, my stepsister thought she was having a boy right up till her delivery because they would see a penis everytime she went for a scan, and lo and behold, out popped a vajayjay instead! But my gut instincts still tell me that we're having an Ayden, and not an Alana. Of course either way, I would be happy with a boy or girl, as long as he or she is perfectly healthy. Insyaallah,aminn!
I'm counting on the next check up to finally, once and for all determine what our baby's gender is, so waiting with baited breath! Oh happy new year everyone - 2010 was certainly a crazy, jam-packed year, but 2011 is going to be a life changing year for me, insyaallah. Hope everyone starts off 2011 with a bang!
Sloppy kisses!
P\s: Found a leopard print jumpsuit for the baby online. If there was only one piece of clothing I could stuff my baby into, that would definitely be it. Ha ha.
Yasir's face was priceless. Haha. I mean, it's no secret that he REALLY wants a boy. And because of that, I have to admit, I was hoping for a boy from the very beginning, because Yasir wants a boy. But anyways, while the doctor kept on scanning and focusing on the baby's genitals, Yasir kept on desperately trying to point out a penis on the monitor :p I have to admit though, the penis didn't look as big as when we first saw it hahah. And true story, my stepsister thought she was having a boy right up till her delivery because they would see a penis everytime she went for a scan, and lo and behold, out popped a vajayjay instead! But my gut instincts still tell me that we're having an Ayden, and not an Alana. Of course either way, I would be happy with a boy or girl, as long as he or she is perfectly healthy. Insyaallah,aminn!
I'm counting on the next check up to finally, once and for all determine what our baby's gender is, so waiting with baited breath! Oh happy new year everyone - 2010 was certainly a crazy, jam-packed year, but 2011 is going to be a life changing year for me, insyaallah. Hope everyone starts off 2011 with a bang!
Sloppy kisses!
P\s: Found a leopard print jumpsuit for the baby online. If there was only one piece of clothing I could stuff my baby into, that would definitely be it. Ha ha.
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