Tuesday, October 23, 2012

34 weeks going 35

Last week I caught horrendous flu. It lasted for a week and I had to miss work for a week. On wednesday I tried to come to work and found myself feeling awful for the whole day. So I decided to stay home on Thursday. Friday happened to be my day of appointment with gynae so I decided to just ask her for sick leave on Thursday as well.

So I went for my bi-weekly check up on Friday. I told her about my pelvic pressure, my flu, etc. She just came back from long leave so she looked very busy. She did a quick check up to check whether baby had engaged or not and turned out she wasn't. I was like... Thank God!! Now I'm a bit more confident to carry her til full term. I complained that I felt she was hanging very low, and the gynae agreed. But maybe actually she's not that low yet.

So far everything was fine. Blood pressure normal ( a bit low), movement wise I can say okay, she didn't measure my tummy diameter btw, maybe forgot to. Heartbeat fine.

From my side, my tummy has gotten alot bigger. I think she's not as low as I thought cos I still keep having heartburn and occasional short of breath. She's only hanging lower when I walked as I can feel her weight more on my pelvis. My hemorrhoid has gotten bigger and keeps coming out. So far no bleeding when I pass motion, so that's a good sign.

My pelvis on the other hand is just unstable. Sometimes it's painful sometimes it's not. It keeps on moving here and there I feel that after a long day of walk it just stiffened and I need at least 2 days of good nights sleep to relax it back.
Other than those uncomfortable pain and heavy tummy everything else is just fine. At least if in one of the near future days I have bleeding or spotting I am more relaxed cos she is ready to be born.

5 more weeks to go to 40weeks!! (Hopefully this one will be born earlier *cross fingers*)

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

My Husband

My husband is one of a kind. Sometimes I don't understand his reasonings for doing this and that. Sometimes he does things that is not in his scope, he got scolded for things he didn't do, he willingly takes over job scopes when the person who's supposed to do it came back late.

Sometimes I think that he's one of the reason why we live the way we are now. Sometimes I keep counting my blessings which money can't buy. We can't afford too many things, our salary is just enough for us to save up for things that we need, we don't spend lavishly but we still live comfortably. Ever since I was young I never wished for extraordinary things. I never wished for a super rich husband, life's luxuries. I've only wished that Allah gives me enough to live comfortably, no more no less. As for a husband, I only wished for someone who would understand me and be my friend through ups and downs.

Believe it or not, that's what I get. I don't want extraordinary things because ever since I was young I was always scared of too much responsibility. I've seen what too much money, ambition, achievement can do to a person. If I can choose, I choose not to have so much.

My husband is a very low profile person. He doesn't show off which sometimes amaze me and in other times irritate me. The bosses don't recognize him but I though what the hell, if they can't appreciate him, something better should be waiting for him on the other corner. He does have his weaknesses, but he too has his strong points.

Maybe being humble and keeping low profile doesn't give you big bucks but Allah prefers such a person. What better rewards can there be?

32 weeks going 33.

Sheesh at this time I feel huge, slow, and heavy! And still got 7 more weeks to go!!!!

Baby update:
- I went for growth scann on Friday. Alhamdulillah she's fine and healthy. She weighs 1.9kg. Measurement wise I think almost the same as Asha last time. Her growth is within 40-50% percentile. InsyaAllah she'll be fine until the day I see her.
- I have started to track movements. 10 movement within a day. So far she moves more when I woke up in the morning, lunchtime, and during night time. Other than that she moves sporadically throughout the day.

My update:
- Baby's fine but I am not. She's taking up most of my very limited tummy space making it hard for me to breathe and eat. Hopefully by 36-37wk she'll drop down eventually so I can enjoy my last few days of eating with no baby yet.
- Pelvic pain wise MUCH better. ALhamdulillah after 5 sessions of chiropractic it paid off. I still have slight pain but not as bad as I started out seeing chiropractors. Maybe it'll take another few sessions to completely take the pain off. Even if it doesn't I'm happy enough.
- Now I am struggling with occasional pain when I walk. It feels like when I walk she's sitting and pressing on my nerve when she moves. I remember last time it only started after 36weeks.

I really wish this one will end sooner. I must gather up all my strength to continue til she decides to come out.

Monday, October 1, 2012

This Is Just A Story

I have a friend. I'm not very close to her, but she's a very polite nice person. Some of my close friends are close with her so I know her more thru stories. That's why I don't judge. I am just telling a story.

She is a mother of 2 kids. The eldest is a boy, 6 yo, the youngest is a girl, turning 3 this year. She is a very dedicated mother, very kind, patient. She is smart, pretty, a great cook, a great mom, a wonderful wife. She can do all household things, sewing, cooking, driving, anything! She's such a supermom.

Her husband is born smart, successful in all his careers, dedicated to his work, and very good socially. He is helpful and has many talents. Everyone spoke highly of him.

They are a typical Javanese family. Husband goes out and makes money, wife stay home and takes care of kids. Husband makes all the decisions and wife follows. I heard stories, and I concluded that he doesn't respect her. The way he speaks to her is like talking to a helper/maid. Just someone to take care of his house and kids. She does everything related to house herself without a single help from her husband. Husband goes out to do this and that, go for late gathering etc. Wife needs to have a week in advance permission just to hang out with friends.

The husband DOES NOT LIKE peanut. Just because his mom banned peanut from the house. He banned EVERYONE in the house to eat peanut. Wife likes peanuts and has to go behind his back just to get one. Wife likes this and that but because husband doesn't like it she let it go.
When they are moving out husband still goes to work, went for gathering, busy for all farewells. Wife? She packs all their things by herself while still manages her kids AND cooks. And when husband comes home, she got scolded because it's not done yet.
When her kid cries while she is cooking or whatever, the husband calls and tells her to calm the kid down while the kid is just next to him.
When her kid falls or hurts herself she gets blamed for not looking after the kids.
When her cooking taste not as good as usual, husband said even kids master chef can cook better.

Now from her stories, the eldest is beginning to be act like dad towards mom. When mom makes her a seat cover to save money, son grumps and said, "Mom, later! I'm embarrassed to put it on." When mom converse with her friend's mom, son said, "My mom's English is not very good so I need to correct her every now and then"

I don't judge and I can't say pity for such families too. Cos I too was born in almost the same environment. I became what I am today because I don't agree with such situations. If I was not rebellious enough maybe I'll turn out the same.

I used to look down on my mom because she was sick and my dad belittle her most of the time. So it makes me think my mom is what my dad always says. I can only say that the difference is, my dad took care of us most of the time cos my mom is not functioning. He stuck thru my mom's side thruout her sickness and even he said nasty things he is still there. So he is NOT a spoiled selfish husband.

The similarities that our families share are our traditional Javanese families heritage. Where dads work moms stay home with kids. My dad actually wanted my mom to do things, but my mom became so depressed being away from her family and not doing things that she used to do cos dad moves to the suburbs. PLUS my dad has a very sharp nasty tongue which I think hurts my mom's feelings a lot. My dad scolds my mom alot, to the point that all of us became scared of making mistakes. Dad is boss and his words are absolute. But my parents are still married til now, we grew up as we're supposed to and I accept that I live in such family even tho I don't fully agree with it.

I just wish my friend can be happy with her situations, or at least accept it. I know words can be so painful, and you get hurt by it but I also know we'll get by it. I used to dread for the day I can get out of the house and not see my dad everyday. I couldn't stand his absolute authority. But I couldn't imagine being my mom who has to live with him for the rest of her life. Even so, now I know that through time, we learn to accept our situation. I just wish that until that day comes, my friend can still hang in there.

I couldn't judge it a bad marriage, because everyone doesn't want a divorce. No matter how bad it looks, we need to find some good in it. I too in the end could see good in my dad even tho his words are still more or less absolute and he's still nasty.

The points that I note that is how you treat your spouse will be looked upon by your kids. If you treat them with respect, your kids will respect them too and they too will respect their own once they have one. The balance of your family will determine how your child grows up one day. I too felt some effects on me as I reflect back on my past. No one is perfect, but try to be a good one wouldn't do any harm.

I am so blessed that Allah gives me a husband who is a total opposite of my dad. Maybe this is my blessing and my test too. Last time I always asked for someone who is so unlike my dad, and that is what I get. Even so, I still complain every now and then how he is not like this and that too much this and that. Sometimes it took a slap in the face to truly appreciate what you have.