Pregnancy, Ramadan and Husband...

Ramadan, a month of ibadah, is truly a gift the Almighty Creator has bestowed upon us. This Ramadan will be the first for me as a wife and funnily so, it will be the first Ramadan in which I shall not be fasting at all...Oh dear God, why are you committing such transgressions...some might ask. Well, in this holy month of Ramadan of 2011, I am officially 7 and a half months pregnant :) Now, before some sisters start lamenting, I am not using my pregnancy as a leeway to refrain from performing my duty as a Muslim. Oh no! It's just that I have been suffering from day 1 of my pregnancy with fatigue, sickness, dizziness, you name it! On countless occasion, I have almost blacked out due to being overwhelm by my growing baby. I can almost feel my baby sucking all the energy from me. Don't get me wrong, I want and hope my baby grows and develop healthily, so suck all you want from mummy! I am just saying that being pregnant, for the first time at that, is something that needs a lot of care and support and SABAR. So, here I am on a Ramadan morning, stuffing myself with food. I know of some mothers who, MashaAllah, can withstand fasting the whole month of Ramadan while being pregnant. I am not one of them, unfortunately :( 

My husband, as you can imagine, is very excited to welcome our little gift of love. When he was back in Saudi Arabia last month, he bought all kinds of baby stuff, even medicated oil for gas :D Guess he doesn't want a gassy baby hehehe. I looked at the tiny baby clothes, fingered the itsy bitsy socks and the motherly feeling inside of me just whooooshed all over. I really cannot wait to welcome our bundle of joy in October InshaAllah. I can handle being sick and lahmah for 9 months just to receive a beautiful gift in the end. Back to my hubby, you could say he is the protective kinda hubby and daddy. He would remind me to take my vitamins, constantly caution me to walk carefully when we're out (literally pointing out every drains, holes, curbs and any other monstrous obstructions available on the street), when I am in the bath, he would check up on me to see if by a disastrous chance I would slip and drown...he would sometimes reprimand me if I dared to overwork myself, giving lengthy lectures on being sick in the middle of the night and having to pay a visit to the Emergency Unit if I were to exhaust my stamina,  how dare me! I do love the attention and concern I get from my hubby but sometimes I wish he would not be so worried. Ahh what can a girl do but bask in the affection, I suppose.