Bye Bye October

Before we know it, the end of 2015 is approaching us very soon. Too soon, if I may add, because I still remember how I celebrated my 27th like it was just yesterday. Considering that my birthday is just two days shy of new year’s day, so to know that I’m going to be a year older (and hopefully, wiser!) in less than two months means time is like, always, a super bullet train.

No idea how 2016 is gonna be like. Many exciting transitions ahead which will certainly keep us on our toes each minute of the day. Just yesterday, I showed a video about bathing a newborn on my Facebook feed and cheekily said to Sadiq, “You, back to the old days very soon for us…”

Our little boss has been a clingy koala on some mornings right after he wakes up. Everything must do with Ibu. No Ibu, no talk. Even his Abah gets a little annoyed at times (I suspect he feels left out ho ho) when that happens. Usually, the little one understands when I tell him that I need to pee/bathe/get ready, but we are not so lucky sometimes so Sadiq ends up prying him away from me and he will scream bloody murder it almost sounds like he is being kidnapped or something to that extent.

Yet on most nights, I am not so needed (love this part of ‘me’ time, certainly) because the both of them will be up bonding with each other through some weird pseudo wrestling moves. I’ve seen them in action, and sometimes it is so full of drama I myself cannot take it. I mind my own business then until of course, I hear the usual, “Ibu, Ibuuuu!” and I know time with myself is up and over.

Life is wonderful. 🙂


32 Weeks

Down with a nasty throat inflammation means that my voice resembles a frog now, or as my dear Mister aptly says it, “Eh malam you night shift kat Lorong Bekukong, eh?” Kong asam punya husband. Immunity very low these days, so cannot help it, especially since little E has been battling with an almost week long phlegmy cough. My heart aches a little bit whenever I hear him coughing because I know how exasperating it can feel like. At least, us adults can attempt to cough out all the yucky phlegm…so these days and nights, I’d just rub his back, hoping some magic will happen in between.

He’s still a ball of sugar, (sick or not, his battery does not seem to run out of energy not surprisingly) currently his favourite antics are acting out the whole of Boboiboy’s characters in some pseudo taekwondo/silat/taichi moves. Just the other day during my girlfriend’s wedding, he acted them out near the huge space in front of the dais and some of the makciks were too tickled by his actions.

Hahahaha and if I may add, Sadiq has even repetitively asked me in a deadpan manner, “I nak tanya. Seriously you, time pregnant dengan Eyshan, you makan apa nie?” Erupted into laughter, no less. Kong asam punya husband.

So right now, he envisions his secondborn to be different like Eyshan, possibly the more relax jack kinda boy. I tell him yeah sure, we all know every child is going to be different but hey, I sure look forward to energizer bunnies. In fact, I actually foresee them teaming up and scheming against us parents in the near future… Good luck to us certainly, double trouble from the dynamic duo. Insya’Allah.

Currently at 56.9kg and I believe I’m much heavier than when I was with Eyshan at 32 weeks. Even my gynae let slip about how baby’s tummy during measurements is a little gedempol. We also had the 3D scan done yesterday and baby was doing a little salute. Masya’Allah I get goosebumps just thinking about this beauty in me. May you grow strong and healthy as always, my handsome little hero. ❤

Belly Good

I’m approaching my 8 months pregnancy mark soon and this belly of mine keeps on getting bigger (hehe duh!) such that it’s no longer a nice feeling sleeping on either side at times. I find myself preferring the right side though; I can sleep much longer throughout the night. The left side gives me the creeps sometimes, there will be this weird full feeling near my left rib cage area which leaves me in discomfort. Does not help that Eyshan absolutely loves being on my left boob and has to hug me to sleep after he latches off.

Speaking of which, there are times he pulls me so much closer to him we are practically nose to nose and I think about how I am gonna miss all this when his baby brother arrives.

Baby has been growing awesome so far. I’m still having occasional morning sickness and nausea, the usual suspects like swollen feet and leg cramps (simpul biawak) have not struck me yet though and I am more than thankful. I vividly remember how my feet expanded to two sizes bigger and leg cramps visited me almost fortnightly after the second trimester with Eyshan. :O

All is good, all praises to Allah and I keep on praying that things will be smooth all the way. Ameen! Ibu, Abah and Abang Eyshan love you many many, our baby!

Yakkity Yak

Cries, babbles and now, it’s yakkity yak time! Our ‘lil man can hold a proper conversation with us now albeit the lack of clarity. Most of the times, we understand what he means. When it comes to those that get our heads scratching, we’d ask him to repeat 2-3x and if we still do not get it, we’d just go “oooh ah yes baby…”

Poor kid sometimes. I imagine a little voice in him goes off judgingly, “don’t be deceived by their responses, they actually don’t get you at all!” Oops.

Nowadays, he names everything he sees – “red bus”, “yellow crane”, “big car” and so forth. I repeat after him and he likes this routine whenever we are on the move. He recognises numbers now and can count from 1-20. We were actually very surprised when he did not just stop counting at 10 but continued till 20. Like whoa, where did that come from man, it was pretty funny when Sadiq and I looked at each other in disbelief then.

Funny story about how we discovered he could recognise his ABCs. We were in the plane, returning back home when I held out Scoot’s newsletter and casually pointed out the letter to him, in a bid to distract him to just sit still. To my surprise, he labelled it loud and clear. To say that I was clueless then is an understatement. Suffice to say, I went through the whole alphabet and he could name everything. *insert crying happy tears emoticon*

A child’s mine is really likened to a sponge, isn’t it…

I can no longer really keep up with his milestones. Gone are those days where I can actually know when he started doing this or that. Now, it’s just impossible. I just pray he absorbs all the good things life has to offer first.

Oh and how can I forget about the time where his daddy accidentally said $5#t! in front of him and the little one picked it up almost immediately to say “yeee!” Gosh, I had heart palpitations already can at that point of time. Sadiq was not spared from my petpotpetpot afterwards. To think he playfully retorted, “alaaa but he will eventually learn all this what…” in defence.

Macam nak chokeslam aje tau!

One, Two… Three!


15 September – we turn 3 today! Three years of awesome ups and downs. Not gonna sugarcoat it any other way but marriage is one heck of a journey which can drive you to insanity. Really. But of course, we won’t have it any other way. :p

I love how we always take the opportunity to steal time just to be together. Just the two of us, be it a lunch or a movie date, I know there is always a weekly day we try to set aside. Well we always have to rush home after that to our little man so such quality time is much love.

I love where we have come so far. Thoroughly blessed. With a handsome little hero and another sidekick in 3 months, with God’s will. We will be parents of two warriors and the near future forecasts itself to be a chaos – nowadays, we are almost always talking about the prospect of having two energizer bunnies around and I love how the picture we paint is pretty much full of colour.

I love how I still am very much in love with him. We have known each other for roughly 18 years and were in courtship for 5 years before finally tying the knot. There are just so many more things to learn about each other, what with parenthood coming into the picture. I believe we will discover so much more when we become parents of two, three, four and so forth (insya’Allah). Of course, we learn about each other’s quirks as a son/daughter, brother/sister and so on too.

Marriage is simply amazing…and I’m happy that Allah swt has blessed us this far. May He continue to shower His endless blessings on us.

Marriage is ugly, you see the absolute worst in someone. You see them when they’re mad, sad, being stubborn, when they’re so unlovable they make you scream. But you also get to see them when they are laughing so hard that tears run down their face, and they can’t help but let out those weird gargling noises. You see them at 3am when the world is asleep except you two, and you’re eating in the middle of the kitchen floor. You get to see the side of them that no one else does, and it’s not always pretty. It’s snorting while laughing, it’s the tears when it feels like it’s all crashing down, it’s the farting, it’s the bedhead and bad breath, it’s the random dances, it’s the anger and the joy. Marriage isn’t a beautiful thing, but it is amazing. It’s knowing that someone loves you so much, and won’t leave you even though you said something nasty. It’s having someone have your back no matter what. It’s fights over stupid things, like someone not doing the dishes or picking up after themselves. And it’s those nights you fall asleep in each other’s arms, feeling like there will never be enough time with them. It’s cleaning up their throw up, or just rubbing their back when they’re sick. It’s the dirtiest, hardest, most rewarding job there is. Because at the end of the day you get to crawl into bed with you best friend, the weirdest, most annoying, loving, goofy, perfect person that you know. Marriage is not beautiful, but it’s one heaven of a ride.

To my dearest best friend, happy 3! ❤

Om Nom Nom

It’s fascinating to know how big of an appetite our little ES possesses. He usually eats 2-3 meals a day – this consists mainly of rice and chicken/fish/etc – as well as fresh fruit snacks in between. Grapes, strawberries and bananas are a usual hit with him. There was once where we got back from a holiday trip and he succumbed to 5 meals of rice! No prizes where he inherits this gene from obviously…I used to think his Abah had a bottomless pit in his stomach, so it’s not so much of a surprise that our boy can really eat. Alhamdulillah.

So far, we know that he does not fancy soya bean (again, similar like his Abah), chewy food like gummy bears, jelly and sweet stuff. He goes “oh yuck!” when he tastes food he does not like. While I do tell him that the expression is not very nice to say since all kinds of food is a form of rezeki, he says it in the most annoyingly adorable way though so okay lah he can get away with it. We learnt a few days later on that he caught that phrase from watching one of the YouTube cartoon song videos.

Most days, he rejects chocolates, candies and ice-cream when offered and this mommy here will heave such a huge sigh of relief because I keep thinking I am blessed to not have to ‘fight fire’ if/when the situation calls for it. Lucky lucky. Let’s hope his inclination towards sugary stuff stays this way. Definitely a daddy’s boy when it comes to food preferences and Ibu is one happy woman, of course. :p


These days, my little man has been so possessive towards me that it is almost impossible to escape from his sight before and after work. Thankfully, he is absolutely fine when I bid him goodbye in the morning to go to work. It’s a different story altogether once I’m back to fetch him. In other words, he just simply loves looking at my butt and will tag along wherever I go. Pretty amusing actually. Like how when I’m in the bathroom, he’d knock so hard on the door, demanding “Ibu…Ibu!” it’s as if he did not just see me a few seconds ago.

While it tickles me silly sometimes to know that he is that in love with me, the other part of me of course feels a wee bit sad. My heart still aches all the time when I’m at work. How not to, right? As it is, I’ve already tasted the life of being a stay-at-home-mum once and I remember how fabulous it was to wake up to my baby in the morning, not having to be sucked into the morning rush. How I would just savour every second with him. It was really a beautiful 8 months.

We did everything together. We bathed together, we ate together, we played together…and the list goes on. Just thinking about it makes me so happy already.

I told the mister that I would love to revisit that role again in the future, insya’Allah. He, of course, agrees with me 110% (in fact, he was also sad that I chose to go back to work in a way as he always loved the idea of me being a homemaker, taking care of our kids 24/7) but for now, responsibilities do not permit unfortunately.

I may not have such luxury anymore, but I am still grateful to have a job that I’ve always wanted since graduation. Allah swt is the best of planners as usual and I am doubtless that while my rezeki may not be in the form of being a homemaker now, He ultimately knows what is best for us.