Or doesn’t it? oh well, guess i’m in a whinny mood… and blaming it on hormones, yay!

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.

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 …

Best friend getting married, how can i not help organise it??!!

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…

If there’s one thing that i have always thanked god for is my ability to multi task, simply focus and get things done. And seriously, like the Eveready battery ad, i will just keep doing this till things are settled and over. With no thought of tiredness and food.

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…

I really must say, thing are beginning to unfold… and i sometimes wish i was back to the old times… waaaaay below anyone’s radar…

First big change, dealing with being married. That’s alright. Beginning to enjoy it. Though i wish i’d get a new job or a baby, or both.

Secondly, i cant figure it out. Either i have more work at work than before cos i’m just always so tired! Even saturday mornings when i usually go to the Home, i’m just usually flat on my back, zoned out! I’ve come to relish living the Hermit life even more…

Thirdly, i’ve put on weight! Aaarrrggggghhhh… all that eating! So i’m full steam ahead with gym and runs in the park … need to get back into shape and back into my old clothes, pre-wedding. And finally, started eating Oats. Havent seen the difference yet, but i must say, oats is not as bad as i thought it would be.

Next is … my closest friend is getting married and i’m helping her with the organisation. Hence, it’s also a bit tricky cos she’s busy and he’s busy… and so, wedding details finalisation takes longer. But i do enjoy the fact that i get to travel to her hometown for glorious food! yay!

Then, here i am totally enjoying my morning mass routine, when all of a sudden, i’m asked to lead morning lauds and do readings. Haiyoo, after screwing the first day of morning prayers (only the first part!), it could only get better from there. I hope. But i think this totally gets me out of whack for mass, cos i’m so used to just sitting down and listening, enjoying myself. Am thinking of backing out soon. Too stressfull to start the day…

And i have to get used to the idea of people being curious about who i am. Just the other day, hubby’s friend asked him what channels i had on paid tv. Bizzarre. Like you can figure out someone just by what channels they have. I thought that was so strange. So what if i was just a person who subscribed to the cartoon network? Duuuuuh…

And now … i have to worry about where to work… here? overseas? here? overseas? this alone can drive me completely insane. Hence, i’ve just left it in the hands of God and let him do what HE thinks is best for me. I think that’s best for a lot of things, as i’ve learnt to just leave it when i’m stumped on a lot of things. Yes, i do get nagged by my husband, like on matters on whether i’ll be working where he is, but when i’ve done what i can and  let’s see what happens.  As much as i want to move, there’s also other stuff to think about.

I’ll push what i can, and when need be, back off. No use getting too overly spastic over stuff one has no control over. Some may say i’m not doing enough but hey, i’ve tried and i’m not the sort to go round telling the whole world what i’ve done. I do stuff quietly.

I like remaining below radar… that’s how hubby describes me. Also cos i refuse to let him divulge info about me to others cos i just like to remain “Unknown”  heeheeheehee… so different from him being Mr Sociable!

And for my next hare brain project – either go trekking somewhere, do the ferrata in KK or go kerala. Although, i am tempted to take up sky diving classes…

Hhhhmmmmm need to think this through…