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:: Sister, sister. :: Friday, December 22, 2006
Ya ya, I am still here.
What's new, my friend? :(
Actually, I know what's new...
A new addition to Tatek's family, that's what!
That's who, to be exact.
And tonight, let me introduce this very special person to you.
This person is a lady.
This lady, she was formerly known as Nia Bicomong.
This Nia Bicomong, she is now known as Nadia Bicomong Abdullah,
after converting to Islam about one year ago.
This Nadia Bicomong Abdullah, she is 24,
but her youthful persona makes her 14 alright.
This Nadia Bicomong Abdullah, she is Filipino,
but she sure does look like the classic Malay lass,
especially after donning the traditional Malay kebaya.
Ok ok, so who is this Nadia Bicomong Abdullah, really?
Tatek's elder brother wedded Nadia Bicomong Abdullah just yesterday the ROMM style, so that legitimately makes her my sister-in-law. Nadia Bicomong Abdullah is my sister in law indeed. Now you know!
I am one happy bunny.
One thing for sure, I am going to force her to teach me Tagalog. In return, I will teach her Malay, free of charge. How thrilling indeed! But what's more thrilling is the very fact that I have a really kickass lady as my sister-in-law!
Hello Nadia! I am Diah! Together, we are sisters in law! Hi five.
Maganda, isn't she?
Maganda is beautiful in Tagalog.
And Maganda is about the only word in Tagalog I know.
Kwa kwa kwauuuu.
Welcome to the family, Nadia!
Treat her good, brother Lukman!
Wait, I do know two more words in Tagalog!
Paalam Saging!
(read: Goodbye Bananas!)
'_'
@ 11:33 p.m.
:: Newton Circus. :: Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Some overdue pictures, taken during our feast at Newton some time back. Wait, let me recall. I believe these pictures were taken on the 12th.
Bonus = Big treat for the family = Happy me
A simple equation I live by.
Pictures of the food? Sorry, I forgot as I was too engrossed eating!
Ok, I have already posted these pictures. Now what? Tatek is on the night shift, there's nothing to watch on TV and I am so bored rigid.
Must I really sleep?
Is that the only thing left for me to do?
Little S, please entertain me with your kicks.
Kick me. Kick me. Kick me.
@ 11:24 p.m.
:: Checked & Checkup :: Wednesday, December 20, 2006
I think I have turned deaf. I think I have heard the Makcik in the advertisement wrongly. I think I have mistaken 'kedua' for 'bodoh'. Therefore I think I have done the right thing by deleting the last part of my previous entry. :) Thank you "ANONYMOUS" for correcting me. Had you not corrected me, I think that entry would have been totally defamatory. And for those of you who are clueless as to what and who I am talking about, GOOD for you! Don't think too much. Sometimes I think its best to remain clueless.
Wow!
So much thinking done in just one paragraph.
Meanwhile, I had my checkup and scan today with my most favourite gynae ever, Dr Judy Wong. Initially, what she did was to feel my tummy and then measure it with a measuring tape ( like duh!) to roughly estimate the size of Little S. Normal size, she said. Then, we had the ultrasound scan just so that Tatek and I could see what Little S was up to inside. Perfect, we caught her in action today while she was busy kicking me! Ha ha! Enjoying yourself a lot inside ey, Little S?
Oh yes, the scan also revealed her estimated weight at week 37.
She is weighing a hefty 3.2 kg at present, and my gynae was seemingly staggered for a minute. Staggered because she did not think Little S was that heavy. Staggered because she thought my tummy was not that big.
Her instant remark was, "Dear (or did she call me Diah?), your baby is a bit on the chubby side. Surprising, ya?"
Errrr.
The very uncomfortable and much dreaded vaginal exam was later done but no, effacing has not taken place for now. By the way, her head is already down but not yet engaged in my pelvis. Amniotic fluid level is still normal too. In layman's language, Little S is still not ready to make her appearance yet, you all!
Nanny nanny, poo poo, you all!
'_'
Next checkup will be next Friday, provided Little S is still not out by then. Yet another vaginal exam for me!
Ok time for me to act insane again and talk to Little S for a while.
Little S darling,
Do you know something? The longer you choose to stay in my tummy, the more vaginal exams I will have to go through. Vaginal exams are no fun. Vaginal exams are distressing. But don't get me wrong, I am not rushing you. You have three more weeks to taste all the good food I am eating. Make good use of the time. Once you are born, it will just be the plain, boring milk for you 24/7.
No more chocolates. No more ice cream. No more chicken chop.
Yucks, right?
I so know ok, because I have been forcing myself to drink milk everyday. I just hate milk. Hate it. Hate it. Hate it.
............
And I have cut my nails.
@ 04:30 p.m.
:: Five cents worth. :: Tuesday, December 19, 2006
What was Tatek's reply to my previous entry?
"Baby, I like your latest entry. It is so touching. But can I request that you cut your nails before you go into labour? Just so that the gynae will not need to stitch up my arm as well?"
Clever Tatek.
He sure does know how to frolic with his words.
See, he started off the SMS with something positive before going into the not so positive part, just so that I would not fume. As a teacher, I can so relate to that. See, when giving remarks in report books or feedback to parents, we teachers are expected to somewhat do the same thing too. Start positive, and end with something constructive. (not negative!)
And talking about teachers, I am terrifically blessed to have a bunch of wonderful colleagues/friends namely Edwin, Sock and Wen Chin. These three musketeers have always been here, there and everywhere for me, no matter what it takes. For that, I adore them to bits and pieces. Guys, if you are reading this, thank you for all that you have done, and are planning to do for me during my long absence from school.
Edwin Pang, yes, you have been mentioned in my blog.
Five cents, please? '_'
@ 11:16 p.m.
:: A Little S(ad) Story. :: Monday, December 18, 2006
Little S, Little S,
Is this roughly how you look like now?
(I do hope you have hair, Little S!)
If this is the case, you are ready to make your grand appearance anytime, then!
See, at 37 weeks,
You are already considered a full term baby.
You are already looking like any newborn baby.
You are already ready to breathe on your own outside of my utero.
You do not have much space to move around or bully me with your superhard kicks. '_'
You have probably moved into the head-down, back-facing position. (Insya'allah.)
But you know what Little S?
Even though I am more eager than ever to meet you, I want you to remain in my utero for a bit more.
Just so that you will put on more weight and come out very chubby like a hot cross bun.
Just so that those added layers of fat that you put on will help strengthen your overall well being.
Just so that your chances for a healthy and safe entry into this world will be increased.
Insya'allah.
With no holds barred, Little S, I am losing my nerves already.
I do not know what to expect when labour comes to pass.
I do know how I will perform in the delivery ward.
I do not know whether I will have the strength to push you out.
I do not know whether I will be able to withstand the pain.
I do not know whether I will stay conscious or simply faint.
I do not know whether I will weep, wail or bellow.
I do not know whether I will hold your Daddy's hands oh so tightly or dig my nails oh so deeply into his skin.
Now, let's not go into the topic on epidural here, as I do hope to be able to experience the pain.
Just for you.
And just for my super Mak (your super Nenek), who went through the pain of giving birth to all four of us without the help of any pain relief.
My only problem is this - I cannot tolerate even a bit of pain.
Yes Little S, enduring pain has always been my Archilles' heel.
So how now?
Sigh.
Oh well. Come what may, I am already in my waiting mode.
Now, whether or not I am waiting patiently, is a different topic altogether.
Meanwhile, let me enjoy my coconut drink before you surprise me with the painful contractions. Ouch.
:(
With much love,
Your Mummy
(or does Ibu sound better, you think?)
@ 09:20 p.m.
:: ONE entry. :: Saturday, December 16, 2006
Dearest Mr Md Hidayat Abdul Wahab a.k.a Mr Tatek a.k.a my husband...
I am your hot cross bun
You are my sweet hun
Together we are one!
Oooh how fun!
And I love you all the more, Tatek!
Muaks!
Meanwhile, want to know how much exactly I have bloomed during my absence?
Face.
Chunkier, almost bearing a close resemblance to a piece of chicken BBQ pau.
But as long as Tatek finds me cute, I have nothing to complain. He still calls me his sugarcane, mind you! Sugarcanes are long and thin, not short and fat, I trust.
Tummy.
Bigger, fuller and 'sharper'.
Better not come near me if you do not want to be 'stabbed'!
Do you know I've been getting stares from practically everyone each time I go out? Its either I am glowing radically (right!) or they are just scared stiff of my tummy.
See no touch!
@ 03:22 p.m.
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