Final Journey...Seeing My Baby Soon, Inshallah!

Ok, first of all, it has been way too long since I last wrote anything here. Life, as cliché as it might sound, was busy. In fact, I'm living life one cliché at a time. Ramadan went by so fast and although I did not fast during the whole holy month due to my pregnancy, it feels like the best month of the year has once again left us to yet again appear another year. Oh, maybe it was the whole spirit of Ramadan or just the fact that my mum in law sent me a huge box of spices from Saudi but anyways, I have been concocting and cooking up Arabic dishes for the entire month of Ramadan. The dishes I cooked the most was Sambosa and Chicken Mandhi.And I must say, they were rather delicious, for a beginner like me. No, it's not that I don't know how to cook, because I am a chef in my own rights but it's kind of a first for me to really get into all the Arabic recipe, cooking and stuff. Well, my husband just adored me for it. Talking about food, Eid this year was not that exciting or interesting as it usually is, mainly because it was just me and my Hubby in our small apartment. Our families are way too far, so we ended up stuffing our face with Nandos instead of the traditional Eid dishes. Apart from the cookies and sweets my mum sent, our Eid meal was nothing special but I cherish the fact that this was my first Eid with my husband (we've been married less than a year).


Right, enough about Eid. Now I am just counting the days to welcome my baby into my arms, feel awfully scared but very much excited! I am due October 6th but my doctor said it could be any time now since this is my first child. Apparently, according to her, the first child usually comes out earlier than the EDD. All I care is that my baby comes out healthy and perfect and in the best form. Earlier, I mention that I feel scared about welcoming my baby. Of course I'm freaking scared, I am about to squeeze out a human from my nether regions. What will it feel like? Will I faint? Will I scream in agony so loudly that my own baby will squeeze right back into me out of fear to the hideous sounds of my howling? Can anyone tell me how is it like? On the other hand, My God am I super excited to meet my lovely first born. I have grown to love her more and more with every kicks and suplex moves that she's been doing inside my belly. Ah, this one is going to be a tough one, Inshallah. Sometimes, I wonder is she doing butterfly strokes in there. Once, she did one of her backstrokes that my husband pulled away his hand in surprise and alarm. I reassured him that all is well and he beamed with pride and goes "That's my girl!".


Well, I have to go for a weekly antenatal check ups now until the delivery and I am not too fond of the visits as I am a wussy when it comes to doctors and hospitals. I hate needles, I hate it soooooooooooooooooo much! Each time I go to the doctor, I would imagine the biggest, meanest most awful(lest?) needle piercing into my skin sending invasive liquids into my bloodstream. I have a reason for hating needles so much and if you hear me out will see the validity of my fear. I was 12 and was due for a Bacillus Calmette-Guérin (BCG) vaccine shot. When the doctor injected me with that wretched needle, I howl in agony because apparently, she must have done something wrong because I was bleeding from the shot. She said it was me, I fidgeted too much. Whatever! The worst part of that event is that 14 years later, I still have an ugly scar on my shoulder from that shot. A keloid scar. Although it's not big but a scar nevertheless, which means I could never wear sleeveless dresses to an all women's party without getting random stares and questions about it.My husband was unscathed about it and said he adores it. Yeah, right! He had to say something like this or he'll find himself in trouble :) :) hehehe. So you see, ladies! I do have a valid reason for hating anything related to needles. But, dear God, I am sooooooooooo excited to have my child in my hugs soon, Inshallah! Doa for me please :)