This morning, I walked pass Change Alley and Clifford Centre and I looked around at the place where I have been spending my weekdays.
I saw Starbucks and Spinellis and Body Shop and Charles and Keith, shops which I am farmiliar with.
It’s been 1 year of wonderful memories working with this company. What can I say, I had it all…. Good colleagues, was able to wear my headscarf, lunch time was flexible, I could walk to the nearby mosque to do my prayers, Bosses were understanding, my close friend was my immediate supervisor, no one breathing down my neck etc etc…. the best part was I could leave work at 6pm on the dot!
Well, sometimes the saying all good things must come to an end is true after all... As much as I would like to hang on to it and think that this is a nightmare, I have to face reality that there are things that are beyong my control.
Just like this job, my pregnancy will also come to an end soon. It might be my last pregnancy from the way I look at things. Hubby was never in favor of a second child anyway.
I am not so sure if I will miss being pregnant as this hasn’t been exactly a smooth ride for me.
I can’t stand looking at my maternity clothes. I miss my normal clothes and my normal pants and skirts.
I won’t miss the migraines and the hip aches and the leg cramps and the heartburn for sure.
One thing I liked about being pregnant is how I noticed men give you more respect when you are pregnant. Most days, when I walk in the mosque for my zohr prayers, the working men I meet would give me a nod and a smile as if they solute me for walking with a big tummy. Never told my hubby about this before, but I wonder if telling him this would make him appreciate me more for the fact that I am carrying his baby. Not an easy tasks this baby.
I am excited to meet little Adik. Yes I am.
I love Adik so much…see the maternal instinct has kicked in.
Will Adik look like me? Will Adik have thick hair like mine?
Will Adik have dimples like Dadima?
Will Adik have a sweet smile like mine? (Haha...tak malu) …..
These are the things I like to think about. Well, Insha’Allah soon I will know.
Everyday I make supplications that Adik turns out to be a good daughter,with strong Iman, preety on the inside and outside and will bring much happiness and blessings to my family.
Little Habib too is anticipating. See, we’ve trained him well.
He now takes the rattles that I bought for his Adik and he puts the rattles on my tummy. Then he said “Adik, we share toys ok?”… Masya’Allah! This boy is really Masya’Allah!
Actually, when I look at me losing my job and the timing, it may not have been so bad. I have already bought all my baby items.
The pram, Medela pump, sterilizers, milk warmer, clothes, bottles, towel, blankets, minyak telons, baby socks and shoes and my button-in-front pajamas.
Can you imagine if I found out a few months earlier that I would lose my job? I would surely not be able to spend my $$ in peace right. I would have to hold back on my spending thus taking the joy away for shopping for the baby.
The only thing we have not bought is a bassinet, to rock the baby in, but I guess, we can do without that.
Have notified Kak Maryam the 'tukang urut' that *d day* may actually be 12 Dec so standby for urut on the 15Dec..maybe I will just have urut sessions for 7 days instead of 10. I did save up $500 for 10sessions but now, maybe just 7 urut sessions will do.Till then, baby is moving well, rather active I must say. Hope the baby is not another night owl!
Just have to pray the breast milk starts producing again. Yes, with all the stress and sadness that I am facing now, the milk just seems to all go away suddenly. Subahan’allah…..