:: latest A&C progress ::

latest A&C progress.

week : 15 weeks 5 days
weight : 55kg(+ 1.5kg within 4 weeks)
gender : boy
prescription : calcatrade, obimin + neurogain
notes :
- was instructed to meet physiotherapist. dr suspected err, i can't remember what she said, but it is related to the pain i've got especially on my right hip and lower abdomen in the course of movement. it is said that it might due to my previous twin pregnancy & c-sect effects. i might be presecribed with pregnancy belt to support my belly and to reduce pain.
- placenta is on the lower side. dr said there's a chance for the placenta to be back to normal position.

by the way, when i went to the clinic last wed, the nurse asked me when i was about to enter the dr's room, "sorang aje?"

i replied, "yep".

sebab keliling aku, rasanya tak de satu orang pun yang datang sorang except me. ada lebih kurang 5-6 patients yang mostly datang with the partner or being accompanied by their mom.

aku?

sempoi.

yang penting, aku sihat, anak aku sihat.

as stated in my FB before, kulit kering, poket kering, hati juga kering.. hehe..

:: Can't Measure Up ::

i was reading "The Star" on Sunday morning that i came accross a few letters applauding a writer for being very 'open' and appreciative towards his other significant. it prompted me to look for the article, and i want to share it with my viewers.

it was taken from "The Star", dated October 18th, 2009.

it's so touching..

Sunday October 18, 2009
Can’t measure up


THE article entitled Just a Mum? (Heart & Soul, StarMag, Oct 11) was truly an eye-opener for MCPs and bureaucrats. A research associate in the field of child development and human relations – that is a moral booster for all “plain” mothers and housewives.

Husbands, beware! You could be flooded with demands to do an equal share of the housework and for fair working hours.

The article was timely. I am in my early 50s, married for the past 25 years to the same woman.

It was my wife’s 46th birthday last week and our teenaged boys were asking what I was going to give her.

Not having decided what to get yet, I just smiled to myself.

I resigned from the teaching service after 10 years, got into the travel line, became a tour guide and now run a chauffeur service.

There were many nights and days when I had to be away from home and family.

And all those long years, my wife was able to run the family, manage the finances and bring up our three boys with pride and dignity.

Today I earn a four-figure salary but, strangely, payment for my services is credited into my wife’s account – at my request – for I am really a bad manager of my finances.

I am no easy SOB to live with, and my wife’s in-laws didn’t make things any easier for her. But she stuck by me and the boys – she is not one to give up.

She would defend me against my own family; she would defend the boys at the neighbourhood padang whenever anyone bullied them, be they adults or kids. The bullies feared her so much that they called her Ma Baker (after the famous American turn-of-the-last-century female outlaw).

As for her occupation, my wife is a domestic scientist. In college, she had studied domestic science and naturally, she passed with first class honours. I always thought that my mother was a very good cook, but my wife beats her in that. Believe me.

My wife could easily present papers on How to Manage An SOB Husband for 25 Years; How to Deliver Your First Son by Caesarean Section; How to Deliver Your Second Son by Caesarean Section; How to Deliver Your Third Son Normally After Two Caesarean Sections; and Four Men and a Woman Under One Roof.

One of the best recipes in her thick cookbook, entitled Cook Better Than Your Mother-in-Law, is one on how to make the best chicken rendang in town.

Looking at her accomplishments, I feel small and ashamed. We men always make women feel small and inadequate. But my wife has proved all that wrong and in truth made the male species feel likewise.

I’m still wondering about that birthday gift. Could any gift really match or measure up to her accomplishments?

Asohan Iyahvu,
Selangor

sweet isn't it?

and this is the article that he was referring to..

also taken from "The Star", dated October 11th, 2009.

Sunday October 11, 2009
Just a Mum?


A WOMAN, renewing her driver’s licence at the county clerk’s office, was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation. She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.

“What I mean is,” explained the recorder, “do you have a job or are you just a ...?’’

“Of course I have a job,’’ snapped the woman. “I’m a Mum.’’

“We don’t list ‘Mum’ as an occupation, ‘housewife’ covers it,’’ said the recorder emphatically.

I forgot all about that story until one day when I found myself in the same situation, this time at my town hall. The clerk was obviously a career woman, poised, efficient, and possessed of a high-sounding title like “Official Interrogator’’ or “Town Registrar”.

“What is your occupation?’’ she probed.

What made me say it? I do not know. The words simply popped out.

“I’m a research associate in the field of child development and human relations.’’

The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair and looked up as though she had not heard right.

I repeated the title slowly, emphasising the most significant words.

Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written, in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.

“Might I ask,’’ said the clerk with new interest, “just what you do in your field?”

Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply, “I have a continuing programme of research (what mother doesn’t) in the laboratory and in the field, (normally I would have said indoors and out).

I’m working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family) and already have four credits (all daughters).

“Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities (any mother care to disagree?), and I often work 14 hours a day (24 is more like it).

“But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are more of satisfaction rather than just money.’’

There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk’s voice as she completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.

As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants – ages 13, seven and three.

Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model, a six-month- old baby, in the child development programme, testing out a new vocal pattern.

I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy! And I had gone on the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than “just another Mum’’.

Motherhood! What a glorious career. Especially when there’s a title on the door.

to all SAHMs out there, this one is for you!

:: i owe it to SAL n DIN ::

despite being hurt, i still have to blog about my meaningful 29th birthday.

i was really frustrated with OH on that day, as he promised me months ahead to be around on that meaningful day of mine (knowingly that he'll be in russia for work on regular basis), but at the end of the day, i just have to accept that his commitment to work is far more important than my birthday, which could be celebrated as said before - anytime of the year.

but syukur for having BFFs who have been together with me for past years who made the effort to surprise me on this meaningful day of mine.

it started with a pre-arranged lunch date with my old buddy, salhana who happened to be @ pwtc for a conference. we decided to meet up at SR, the mall for lunch.

night before, i happened to read zaidin's status update, saying that he'll be flying to KL for a meeting. tried to contact him to get him to join us but to no avail.

so lunch went on as usual, with no expectation at all, but just good laughs and chats with sal. she requested me to wait for her driver to fetch her up and she'll later send me to office.

punya la baik minah nih berlakon, it didn't cross my mind that they're making a ploy to surprise me. habis lunch segala, we waited at the lobby, and tetiba, "SURPRISE!" zaidin buat muka lawak nyanyi lagu birthday.

it was a brief meeting between the three of us, but it definitely made my day. they put smiles on my face when i'm at my darkest point of life.

habis jek jumpa, gelak², life turns back to reality.

but to sal and din, thank you for making that 1 hr 30 mins meeting so beautiful. and thanx untuk anak monyet dan oenyu itu juga. (anak² aku dok main menda tuh kat umah)

ps - i did receive a bouquet of flower sebagai 'pengganti diri'. samakah perasaannya??

:: ETA #3 ::

destination : far, far away land

depart : 5 october 2009
eta #1 : 23 october 2009
eta #2 : 30 october 2009

and guess what,

there's eta #3!

eta #3 : 3 november 2009

YEAY!

note : please read between the line.

:: busy week ::

life has been busy lately that i couldn't find time to update the blog.

layan gambar budak afiq pulak la this time.

am just not in mood to write.

:: my birthday wishlist ::

.my birthday wishlist.



1. a piece of time from him for me.
2. a piece of happiness from him for me.
3. a piece of respect from him to me.
4. a piece of appreciation from him to me.

i don't ask much.

i can't get the above from stores.

that's all i want.

but what i want is too expensive to get.

that he can't afford to give me one.

sigh.

:: macam tempat kucing beranak ::

partition ku yang sekangkang kera nih dah macam tempat kucing beranak. kotak bersepah², dokumen belambak nak kena kemas, belum masuk benda² yang nak kena sisih, susun, simpan dan sebagaimana. sakit pinggang mak mengemas hokay..

punca utama mengemas - aku kena pindah opis. dari tingkat satu naik ke tingkat 3. ala² pent house gitu. dengan ketidakwujudan lif kat ofis aku, memang la aku akan teramat senang beranak kali ini. sebab hari² aku exercise turun naik tangga. definitely la i akan jadi fit and on feet kan?

on other note..

tak ada ke sesapa yang nak mengorfer diri untuk tolong aku kemas nih?

(owh, malasnya diriku!!)