Yes, finally my favourite time is near… and this year, it seems to be going really well… maybe cos i’m calmer and more organised… hhhmmmm

Well, i didnt plan it to be that way … with the baby coming and all, i’ve been pretty busy getting ready for baby.. little by little every day and finally, it’s all ready.

I’ve taken to washing all the baby clothings and stuff and drying them out and folding them neatly and putting them into the new cupboards… went baby shopping with one of my frens over the weekend and bought more “essentials”…i actually laughed out loud the other nite at how tiny these clothes were yet not cheap at all… oh well, my dreams are coming true… and all hell will break lose once the babe arrives…   hhhmmmmm wonder if there’s any relaxation techniques for new mums harrassed by helpless babes…

Now what i think i’m going thru are the braxton hicks contractions… false contractions that don’t hurt very much… but hey, my tummy gets sooooooo hard, i think my baby is going to literally pop out or my skin would just burst and baby will come flying out… now wouldnt that be kewl?!!!

As for christmas presents, between getting ready for baby and pressie buying, yes i’m broke as usual. But strangely, since i started kinda early this year, i managed to get some real good stuff at good deals… it even spooked me out at how fast i made decisions and bought stuff. And since it’s not even mid december yet, i’m done!

And now… the baking starts… at first i was reluctant (read: lazy) to bake but with the tree and decorations up, pressies being wrapped, how could i not bake?! So i started and realised, damn, not enuf ingredients! So along with my sister and niece, we went in search for baking ingredients at one of d famous cake ingredient suppliers located at one of the most dodgiest locations in town!

We searched, we found, we conquered! ok honestly, since we went there after a day of shopping, we didnt have enuf cash, so looks like i need to make another trip there this weekend heeheehee…

And so i started on my first fruit cake for the season… test try cake… and it turned out pretty decent! And since  i’ve done most of the major shopping for pressies and babies, i decided to ask frens if they wanted any and thot, why not sell them as well?! Just among close buddies and so far, the orders have not been bad at all… just about manageable with my huge tummy and hippo feet (due to swelling) and waddle strut   

Seriously, there’s no nicer time than christmas… so i’ve been having “little conversations” with the little being in my tummy… mind coming out around christmas?? hahahaha imagine all the nice parties and pressies we can have… oh well, we’ll see what happens…

Now next on the list is christmas day lunch …. ordered a roasted turkey since i’m too wobbly to experiment on one myself, and mini chicken pies…. told my mum she doesn’t have to buy pressies, just cook for us – salads only mostly! Oh well, this con is still going on… so i’ll only know if i’ve succeeded nearer towards christmas… sigh…  

As christmas draws nearer (and i’m growing bigger)…  i just hope that everything goes well… and anyone in the “down” mood will move on to the “up” mood soon:-)

I find myself married to someone very loving and caring and i couldn’t have asked for someone better… but the distance has been really hard for me… and him, i think. But i’ve persevered thus far… tho there have been hiccups along the way.

More often than not, i’ve just kept quiet to keep the peace and see where things were heading to… and now i know…

What have i learnt in the last 12 months or so…

1. To not rush into a fight but rather wait and bide my time… i have been doing that to keep the peace so far… but… i believe this has to change… The empire strikes back!

2. To voice out dissatisfaction sooner, not later… tho i’m still learning how… i’m not much of a conversationalist these days … i’ve gone back to hermit mode… with my beloved books (since i can’t afford bags at the moment)… sigh, the loves of my life… bags and books… and my baby…

3. I have a very old fashioned husband… and very keen on being mr nice guy and listens/pleases everyone… sigh…

4. Marriage has its moe-ments… if i could, i would turn back the clock and do things differently and tell everyone, to take a hike… i really would…

5. I am a “single wife” and in the near future, i’ll be a single mum… so whatever happens, i’m on my own… no changing that any which way i look…

6. When it comes to money, well, lets just say, ho hum ho hum… i’ll manage… slowly but surely… i’ll give my kid the best that i can afford… more importantly where education is concerned…

7. When it comes to in-laws and others … well, they’re nice but seriously,  i have to stand my ground, especially where culture and religion come into play. i’ve kept quiet, and looked the other way. I think i’ve played second fiddle for just about long enough. I really wish if everyone took to time to understand and respect the beliefs of individuals around them… we’ll be living in a much better world…. hhhhmmmmm i have to write about this…

8. To focus on the future – with a child coming along, i need to think happy thoughts and not dwell on the small things … anyone can say anything, but i believe i’ll do what’s best for the kid… with or without consent from all those who think they know everything there is to know about raising a child. The claws will be coming out soon…

9. To keep on nurturing, ”pouring water and put enough fertiliser” my marriage. This is only the first year… there’s bound to be more drama to come …

10. Different people, different strokes. Take in whats good, avoid the losers.

So there… some of the very few things i’ve learnt and highlighted… some others are just best left between me and Mr God…

In these, i’ve learnt that i’ve to be much firmer and really, state my ground. The “let’s be rational” portion ain’t gonna be working in anymore. I’ve been “rational” and really, i feel that i’ve been taken for granted. Maybe it’s hormonal, maybe it’s not. It’s just how i feel.

And here’s to another year… may the force be with me… woohoo!!!

William was someone i’d gotten to know ever since i moved to the city, like close to 15 years ago. I’d usually go to church on my own and he was one for the first few people to extend his hand and introduce himself, and tried his level best to make me join the church BEC (to which till today sadly, i still havent joined).

Over the years, i’d gotten use to his smiley face at church, always ready with a smile and a helping hand. He’d drop my place every month, sending me the monthly newsletter and we’ll catch up, over the main gate.

He’d go round calling me “girlfriend” or “sister”… depending on whatever mood he was in. Even his two teenage sons got into the act, especially the younger of the two who never seemed to give up making fun of me, whenver he could.

During bible class last year, for some strange reason i ended up in his group. Coffee and food was always provided for, thanks to him. So that helped me stay a wake and fill me up cos i was always rushing from work!!! Thank goodness!

Last two years, he started attending morning prayers and mass… to which one day i asked, “What’s with the change?” … and he answered, “praying for something special” … good for him… from here, morning breakfast with him, Philo and Father became the norm, especially on public holidays. For me, the lone ranger, it was always a good time to get up to date on church goss heeheehee..

And whenever i needed help or go thru blur moments, i’d just send him an sms and he’ll always help.  The last i spoke to him was at morning mass about 2 weeks ago when we were all joking around after mass as usual, and because he was not entirely correctly dressed as the reader and giving all sorts of excuses, i just called him “loyar buruk” and we were all laughing. He’d always ask me how i was doing at his preggers stage, and i always said, “one day at a time la…”. Oh well… such is life!

So when i found out on Wednesday afternoon (All Saints Day 2011) that he had collapsed and died, it came as a shock. I actually asked, “Is it our william?!”… sadly, yes. Everyone was in state of shock. And i can imagine what his immediate family was going through.

Though i could not attend the wake in my present state, i made sure i went to the funeral this morning. And it was a really good one. He was loved by many, and the attendance at the funeral really showed how the community would miss this dear soul. The choir was in full force, the community was present, there were 4 priests (!) and majority of the altar boys were all there in their show of support in the last leg of his journey. Even Father chocked twice in his homily.

Yes, i was all there, being clear eyed up to the point when his younger son did the eulogy, and yes, even my eyes filled with tears (but it was quickly wiped away!).

And all the while i was thinking, i wonder how are they going to keep up after his death as he was the sole breadwinner. He did everything, and that was essentially, William’s style. Being the MAN in the family, and even the fact that he’d had 4 blockages in his arteries (70-80%) as we found out today, he never mentioned this to a single soul. It came out from the post mortem report. Hence, he was a ticking time bomb.

So really, today i wish him all the best as he journeys towards the gates of Heaven, and pray that he would win over and be great friends St Peter there and all the saints with his jovial and sincere nature.

“Eternal rest grant unto Him, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon him. May he rest in peace. Amen.”  

Whenever we’re in a group of friends and talking about things and stuff, we’re very happy people… talking and just  being ourselves and letting go. Sometimes, yes, i have to admit, i do voice certain things that i often, most times in retrospect, do regret saying. Cause i know, who knows, what i may be saying about someone, someone else might just be saying the same about me.

And often enough, as i’ve written in this blog before, sometimes i wonder the fact that my closest friends are few and far between bares testimony of how careful i am, and after years of soul searching, have just stuck to this handful. Over the years, they have been there for me in some form or another.

Nevertheless, there is still a part of me that remains locked away from everyone, except the Almighty. Going through moments of alone-ness since i was a child, has taught me, in my own way, to stand up for what i believe is right, and even when it goes all wrong at times. But i learn, in my own screwed up way. And when it does, i just let it all out through shedding tears and every time this happens, i come out, stronger than ever, with even more resolve to keep on moving. I would not care about what people may say or do… if i want, i just do it. Sometimes when the hurt is soooo bad,  i just like to shut myself away and deal with it in my own way. And hence, my nickname, The Hermit.

In times of aloneness, i turn to the Almighty for guidance, and by surrendering myself, He has not let me down. Sometimes it takes longer, but hey, with God, it’s never Instant.

Now that i’m preggers and married, i am still very much alone. I’d thought that for once, there would be someone for me to share so many things. But i’ve learnt, marriage hasnt changed anything. Yes i have a husband whom i see once a month, yes i’m going to have a beautiful child. But whats inside me still remains inside of me. There are so many things i wish i could say and do, but i hold it back, for fear, of it coming out all wrong. And the odd times i do say something… i dont even feel happy voicing it out. So i keep my silence. Sometimes i do wonder to myself, for how long more… then i ask Him for strength and peace. I never want to repeat the mistakes of the past.

I’ve finally done what that nagging feeling has kept asking me to do… read the bible again. And i’ve started. Sometimes reading aloud like as though i’m reading to my baby in me tum-tums, and sometimes, i just continue reading late into the night. And since it’s the Jerusalem Bible this time, i’m learning about things all over again,  seeing things differently. The good thing is… i’m actually talking to my baby like as though she’s there in front of me listening to me,  and telling her what i think about what certain prophets have done.

And this has given me some sort of relief. Mind you, i’ve just started, but it has been good.

Nowadays, no matter how tough i know my day would be, i start the day with God in church, and end it not only with prayers, but also reading the Bible, and learning all about God, all over again. By doing so…

It keeps me going.

It keeps me sane.

It heals my sadness and pain.

It gives me peace.

It stops the tears.

It gives me strength to carry on.

So here i am, entering my sixth month being pregnant, weighing the heaviest i’ve ever been my whole life! and this is only the beginning…

And the good thing, i have a place to rest my hands these days … on my tummy! who would have thought?!

As i go into my six month, i’ve been thinking about this pregnancy thing. It’s really no fun going at it all alone.

The first trimester was the constant nausea 24/7. Once the fourth  month hit, it was weight gain via the tummy – it got bigger. Days of me waddling drew nearer and to now, where i am, not walking, but kinda waddling, ultra slowly. More so cos i’m such a klutz, i take extra care.

Being pregnant made me realise the importance of having my hubs with me – to be able to share stuff that happens with him immediately, to have someone give you a badly needed massage, especially when the back ache starts, or just someone to have around.

Currently, i have to BBM him whenever something occurs. Sooooo potong steam! 

Like the first time i felt my baby was surreal – it was like having Jr’s hand (or feet) just lightly touching the insides of me. It was simply…surreal!

Now, i have resigned myself to the fact this is something i have to go through on my own, aches, pains, uncomfortable-ness etc.

But yes, it does get lonely and tiring cos having to experience these moments on my own. No doubt i have my mum around at times, but it’s not the same.

In order to fill in my time, i’ve now succombed back old habits of reading mountains of books, catching up on dvds, planning the nursery, getting documentation in order to get a maid, and loads of other stuff.

On the other hand, not having me husband also has its plus points at time. I can feel grouchy and tired and be happy that i can have loads of alone time to get off that mode and talk to my baby in me tums. So far, i’ve made so many pacts with the kid, including timing of delivering to avoid jams! So yes, at times, it’s kinda cool.

Yes, i’m beginning to get used to being alone during this period, and am psyching myself up for the long journey ahead, alone or otherwise.

And while of these was going on, i realised that there a loads of things i’ve been patient about but of late, i think i’m going to burst soon. Not sure whether it’s the hormones working, but i think, it’s time to put my foot down and tell all those people to take a hike, even those close to me, no matter who you are.

Talking about being married. It has taken it’s toll on me. I think it’s not the part that i’m alone while he’s elsewhere. But i think being pregnant and feeling sick and needing the right food, and being alone in a house that’s undergoing renovations has not done me any good. And on top of that, i have to source for the stuff for the house and this means, going from shop to shop looking for the right fittings, as well as ensuring it cost effective. And this is no easy task, for me that is as i’ve learnt that during this pregnancy, after the many scares and sleepless nights, i’ve had to cut down on walking a lot. Not to mention the constant tiredness. A far cry from pre-pregnancy days when i could walk the streets for miles and hours and hours a day just looking for the right fit for stuff i wanted.

So here i am, walking the streets, albeit a little slowly, looking for tiles, sinks, material for kitchen countertops etc. As hubby dislikes doing this, i have to do the selection and just take him to the selected stores to make his decision. A painful process i must say. And he complains he’s doesnt have time to do his stuff… sigh… i’m tired. Whatever happened to listing priorities…. Men! Don’t let me get started… breath in… breath out…

Why do people forget their promises? I have no idea. Back then, promised me A, B, C and D. Now, just because their friends and so and so has done watever, hence the suggestion or may i say, “Very Broad Hints” were given to me do to the same. And to this i would say, not in this lifetime, buddy…

Why do people never realise? I’m Catholic. Though my parents were different in religious beliefs, i opted to follow my mum’s side with catholism as it made more sense to me and i understood what it was all about. So when someone told me the other day that since i was born a hindu and i should do certain things since i was preggers, it kinda made my blood boil, after the shock subsided. Yes, i was born a hindu and have been exposed to their ways and culture, but for most of my life, i’ve always been a catholic. So, seriously, i do not have to do whatever that was mentioned. I’m not obliged to do so. I think to date, i’ve given in enough whenever this subject is mentioned. And i’ve let it pass so many times so as not to make a scene. But i think it’s gone overboard. And, i’ve told myself recently, that i am not letting this go any further. The sooner people realise that they can’t have everything their way, or just respect me for who i am and my beliefs, the better.

I believe i’ve come to a stage where keeping my cool and letting things pass have come to an end. It’s time to strike back, but in my own way. I’m not a bitch nor a diva. So if i have to step on very big toes and people will come out right and dislike me, so be it.

All these years, I’ve learnt to be independent and not rely on anyone for so many years, and i think, that’s the best way to lead a sane life, married or not. Trying to “learn” to be dependent and thinking that things will be ok if i let it go, have not worked to my benefit at all. If anything, i’ve let people think that i’m easy to get around, and i’ll let it pass and things will go their way, whether my needs are taken into consideration or not. Not anymore buddy, not anymore…

I’m no stranger to challenges and problems. I’ve hit ground bottom so many times and cried too many tears. That’s how i’ve learnt to be independent. And cherish how far i’ve made it in life… on my own. Truly blood, sweat and tears. No one is going to take it away from me. As for my baby, my family, it will be the way me hubs and i want it, not anyone elses.

So seriously, from this day forward, as Rhett Butler said so blithely in Gone with the Wind, Frankly my dear, i don’t give a damn… i don’t give a damn… anymore.

Wedding Day Arrives…

The next morning, i woke up early to get ready to get to Hons place to ensure make up and stying goes well. Hubbs get up to send me off but suddenly rushes out of the bathroom – stung by a bee on his big toe! Of all the things to happen! But manly, he did send me off first and returned.

Everything went smoothly at the wedding, and i was busy coordinating the whole photography stuff for the family and friends. I was soo tired that i really, wasn’t in the mood myself to be smiling and taking photos. But i did get one with the wedding couple at my fav old home, where the “fun” photos were taken.

In between, i learnt that florist friend’s fiance had taken hubbs to the nearest clinic to see to the toe and feet, which had swollen to double its size. Hubbs said he was really worried as it had also turned red. The doc took out the remnant of the bee sting and gave him some tablets to swallow. He’ll survive.

By the time i finally set down for lunch, i was too hot and tired. But i ate anyway.  Or rather, just sloshed down everything. Went back to the resort to rest. And just as i was about to doze off for a bit, the phone began to ring non-stop from people asking on wedding party set up. Dayem.

So off i drove to the party venue. Doing my rounds, seeing to the deco, making sure the set up with the banquet team was ok, the band had everything they needed … just generally sat there and made sure everything was up and running, going according to plan.

What i didnt plan was for the sudden shower that descended on everyone and everything! Although there were clouds, i was thinking cool happy thoughts, hoping that it wouldnt rain. But it did! Sigh… and the banquet guys ran helter skelter rushing to save the decorated tables. Thank goodness it didnt rain for long, but the damage was done.

The team had to run around and change the linen (where they could), re-wipe the cutlery, chairs, and my friend had to re- arrange the flowers on all the tables. Then, there was the drama of the guy selling apom that was going to arrive at 8pm, if i hadnt called and told him to get his ass over to the party for set up. And when he got there, the hotel people hadnt sorted out his table to do his cooking and stuff. Another round of semi chaos. Sorted.

After a while, everything was done. People were starting to arrive, even the bride and groom, and i was still in my bermudas and t-shirt. As soon as two others friends arrived, i got them to be in the charge of handing out the leis (which two of my friends and i did all 270 on our own!) to the guests, i rushed off  back to my room for a quick change and  back again. Man, i was seriously tired and dying for sleep.

By the time i’d gone back to the party, it was in full swing. Tiredness had given me no appetite at all. I couldnt walk properly, and was doing a slow shuffle everywhere, for a last minute round of checks. And that done, i just sat down with me hubbs and friends to enjoy the nite. We ate, we laughed, i was dying to dance to the good music but couldnt, so i just kept me self comfortable.

As the music started, and people started to dance, that was one of my most happiest moments cos i know that guests were really enjoying themselves. The toasts and speeches (which included thanking me for introducing the couple, and getting the party sorted) were done, and great. Music went on till late, and by then, i was just dying to rush home, shower and sleep. 

I did a quick round of good byes and thank yous, and ran off with me hubbs.  A quick shower, and i was dead to the world. The next morning, dragged self and hubbs out of bed for the drive back to KL, even before the sun rose. I had an office meeting to attend, at 10am on a Sunday! Dayem.

All in all, i was just so happy i was there to help me friend with her wedding and see through to it till the end. It was the least i could do. It was a great experience, drama and all… hhhhhmmmm whether i would like to make a living out of doing things like this, i doubt it. But if someone should holler for help, i would.

So there we have it… hons and isk are married. Yippeee!

hhhhhmmmmm… now i have to find time to send over their post-wedding present… havent give them their wedding gifts yet heeheehee …

So there i was… in the early stages of a new life, and in between phone calls organising her wedding.

Well, i kinda introduced both Ish and Hons like nine years ago on the eve of one of my bday get-togethers at Social, and they’ve been together since. And now, they’re getting married. Phew!

So i said, i’ll help. OMG.

I roped in my two other friends, a florist and a designer to help out. We took a drive up to her hometown, and sorted our the stuff. Then to the resort, where her Luau themed party was going to be held. After that, i drove up again to check on things two weeks later.

After this, the drama unfolded. You see, to begin with, the resort had gotten this new chef who was just pure slime (or he came across as pure slime la). According to the others at the resort (while i was there, i did some digging as well), many had left due to his high handed ways.

So me being me, dealt on all operational stuff with the operations dude, while food etc with the chef.

And then, the blow came. The operations dude walked out with no handover. I nearly died in my seat when Hons told me. Dayem! And the best thing was that the operations dude and the chef never kept each other informed on a lot of things! Aisey …

And just days before the wedding, i kept getting numerous calls from the chef on operational stuff and obviously, he never read emails i’d sent to him. Really, he pissed me off so much cos during one of the calls, he wanted to blame me for stuff he didnt know! What an idiot! 

Then after a few more calls, i found out that the operations dude had cancelled certain arrangements like tents etc! And i found this out by calling the tent supplier directly! Let’s just say, panic mode set in… cos we were not sure if food would be served, but if it rained… open air party would be a very very soggy and wet affair.

Panic button - ON!

So i waited for hubbs to arrive that nite, and we drove up early in the next morning, after picking up another friend who was flying in as well for the wedding.

And we straight towards the resort. I didnt know what to expect, but thank goodness, Hons was already there with her sister. Seemed ok. So after a quick walk around with the NEW operations guys, we headed off to Hons house to get the decorations in order.

After a few lost turns and numerous phone calls, we finally found my florist friend’s fiance’s house and we loaded the flowers into the car and decorations started. In four hours, we were done. And boy, were we knackered. Completely. I could hardly walk anymore as the strain was too much in these early weeks.

But the good thing that ended the day – the fantastic home made meal at hon’s home. Super duper yum!!! Am still driving of that wonderful sambal fish. Hubbs and i went on straight back to the resort, i was too tired to attend the hen party and crashed. Hubbs went over to the stag party and boy did he have fun… hhhhhhmmmm…  

End of Day 1…

And then lo and behold, i cant do this very much now… geezz…

Since early May, i was on my usual, “need to go on diet  phase” and after several bouts of gym and jogs that strangely left me super tired instead of super charged up, i was simply in “what the hell is wrong with me?!” mode! So i blamed it on work since i did have a lot to do, and things were piling up crazily!

On top of all these tiredness, i had also planned an impromptu trip up to Ipoh, since i was helping my closest girlfriend with her wedding. So since i was already driving up, why not drive up all the way to  Bukit Mertajam, my favourite place of refuge, prayer and sleep. 

So there i was, after a tiring pre-wedding meeting in Ipoh, rushed up north in a frenzy to be at my place of rest in Bukit Mertajam. Straight after checking in, i rushed over to my favourite indian joint for a hot cup of nescafe and samosas, chilling with a book and just people watching! Man, i really miss people watching! 

After regaining my strength and calmness, i ventured out again, this time heading to the source of me being in Bukit Mertajam, my annual pilgrimage to St Anne’s Church. Armed with candles and a sense of purpose, i happily parked my car under a tree, and ventured up the old church.

Now, this old church is one of my favourit-est places in the whole wide world (others include sitting in silence in the  jungles of Sabah’s Danum Valley and watching rain fall at Angkor Wat). It’s old, cosy, small and just simply, a great place to prayer and communicate with God, thru the St Anne. I like coming here at odd times of the year rather than during her feast day cos by then, it’s just too crowded with people to pray and contemplate.

Once prayers were done, i went behind the church and trekked up St Anne’s hill, up to her grotto and prayed some more. All the way up, i was telling myself, i really have to get back on the treadmill, cos seriously, i was simply out of breath! Then while walking down, something (must be my Guardian Angel rapping me on the head) told me turn around, and when i did, i realised that i’d missed out praying at the crucifix right below st anne’s statue at the top of the hill. After a quick prayer, once again i trudged downwards, towards another grotto at the foot of the hill. From there, i went to check out the new grotto for Mother Mary as well. Oh man, the heat was unbearable!

Prayers all done, i went into the small shop selling holy stuff, since i remembered a friend of mine wanted Holy Water from St Anne. Purchasing one for her and one for myself, i went over to the taps to get them filled up. And lo behold, as i was checking out the grounds ( i never get tired of doing this), i realised the church doors were open, since i think they were getting ready for a wedding. So i sneaked in for a quickie prayer. Once done, i mosied on back to the hotel, wishing st Anne good bye and that i’ll be back for mass the next morning.

Upon reaching the hotel, i realised i needed food for the night, and since i was still in my “diet” phase, i headed down to The Store. Incidently, the hotel, Hotel Summit Bukit Mertajam is conveniently connected to a department store. So i really like staying there. Headed down and bought some KFC (Yum!) and cereals for the night. Had an early bath, and from there, snuggled into bed with a book and the TV on. I’d also realised that the hotel was recently refurbished since the bathrooms were nice, and flooring changed. A lot of it was nicer.

The next morning, ran off to church, and once done, said another prayer at the old church, before rushing back to the hotel to  check out, got a super quick breakfast, and drove out, heading for KL.  Door to door, i did it in 3.5 hours. A breakthrough indeed.

And while on my journey back, i was beginning to think a lot.

Why was i feeling so bloated?

Why cant drivers drive better?

Why couldnt my car fly? (i was already breaking all speed limits, playing tag on the highway with a few cars!)

Why was it so hot?

And then, i was at home. While all that unpacking, i was also wondering,  when suddenly something struck me. Really, scared and terrified, i rushed over to the pharmacy and came back took the test.

I couldnt believe it! Immediately, i called Honey (my girlfriend!) and she was stunned. So she told me to go back and try a few more. I did, the very next day, and it was the same. Called the doctor, and he said come back in a week. I did. He said, too early. Come back in a week.  I did (it was the longest week ever!). With hubby. And yes, it was confirmed. Since i’d already told my close friends who were working with me on my friends wedding, we then told our immediate family. They were pleased. So yes, am abiding by the “keep it within the family for the first three months” motto (though my mum says six months.. hhmmmmm)….

And so, once again, thank you St Anne. I’ve visited you every year (except last year cos i was busy with the wedding, sorry)… the previous year i went to see you, my hubs and i got together and i walked down the aisle… this year i went to visit you… sigh… prayers answered again.

Thank you St Anne…