Spent a bit of yesterday at the labour ward having my contractions monitored while diligently following the news on MH370. After checking my progress, the hospital staff allowed us to go home, as I may still have some time until active labour.
Spent a huge bit of today capturing perhaps my final bump shoot and releasing more of my nesting instincts at home doing some final tidying-up, packing and organizing of things before welcoming the baby.
Spent each minute still saddened and shaken by the news of MH370. And constantly praying (for everything).
I find it amazing that the very minute I recited some really beautiful verses from the Qur’an was also the very minute I began not feeling the aches and discomfort I sweated over earlier.
It then became just us - me, you, the most beautiful bond with this child in my womb as I had my palm over the loveliest, tiny, gentle movements under the skin of this oversized belly.
But I believe it really was just His Mercy. Nothing else.
I’ve got Week #2 of my Weekly Stills photography series up on my blog (can be found under Latest Updates at www.azaliasuhaimi.com). That would also be my 37th week of pregnancy.
A great part of the week has had me a little tired and achy than usual. It has therefore been pretty much a cuddly week indoors with our round-eyed feline buddies. As a way to remind me to be even more grateful, the mailbox delighted me with a charming surprise in the form of a girlfriend’s love and a handwritten postcard (Thank you, @idaharyani).
On a side note, our visit to the gynaecologist on Saturday revealed our baby’s weight to be a whooping 3.1kg. Head’s engaged. Healthy. Alhamdulillah.
Counting weeks (and blessings).
The only things I did not want to stop doing despite the lack of energy the past few days were - in no specific order - reading, walking and smiling. And, well, keeping a record of the moments I am able to live in.
Last week, I began this Weekly Stills photography series on my blog (can be found under Latest Updates on www.azaliasuhaimi.com). I have a feeling it is going to end up being a series of weekly kitty snapshots.
In and between his squints, purrs and loud screams for tuna, John John sure knows how to get all the attention he’d say he needs. Here’s a recent article I wrote for @makchic on how I’m caring for my pregnancy with my feline friends around.
Head over to the Pregnancy section of Makchic (www.makchic.com) for more. Or, well, yet another photo of John John.
I was craving for some chocolate cake earlier, but not just any kind. My sugar-loving mind had its unwavering focus envisioning a whole chocolate cake that comes out fresh and hot from the oven, and then with some freshly made frosting across it.
And so that became my Sunday. Some baking, some frosting, some lousy doodling and some fancy time turning our place all sugary-scented.
Bon appétit, folks (no, just John John).
No matter how rough or easy a day wishes to be, no matter how heavy or uncomfortable this body decides to feel, I try with all my might each day to squeeze in a time for a walk. Or precisely, a wander.
If anything, it promises my body the littlest form of exercise it could get. And, the touch of that relentlessly soft breeze against my skin serves as yet another reminder that I’m not in this alone.
(In the remembrance of Him) We’re never in anything alone.
What began as a bleary dawn from whatever little sleep I managed to get last night soon turned out to be a day I could grab with a smile.
Maybe that’s what any day could ever want. A smile.
Because so kindly it smiled back at me with what I love best - a long walk. An evening sky. And having to settle with a belly shot after several attempts of capturing my grateful toes amongst fallen leaves with this tiny overused camera.
Oh little pleasures. Thank you, day. Goodnight, folks.
My most favourite part of the day would have in it a ton of sweet wanderings and a really long walk of revelling in ceremonious blue skies.
I am grateful for a taste of that each week. So are my toes.
And so is that shadow who’s been persuading me into a game of who-wears-the-largest-belly.
@lonelyplanet We didn’t actually meet while travelling but our relationship has been defined pretty much by mostly that. On our first few coffee dates of getting to know each other, we were embraced by the discovery of how much we both love travelling, writing, and well, the Wheelers. We got married soon after and the days continued to kindly acknowledge us with the things we love most - each other, backpacking stints, travel writing, weird-tasting breakfast meals at corners whose street names we can’t pronounce right.
And to the tips and bends of our grateful, adventure-seeking hearts, the days have also continued to acknowledge us with the things we need most - good days, bad days, rainy days on an island, lessons, and well, love.
#lpLoveStory #LonelyPlanet #Travel
This morning looked like this. And so did yesterday’s. And the morning before. And before.
While I easily basked in the calmness of a long walk on a beautiful, breezy, slow morning today, I need to remember that the other not-so-slow mornings on working days are great practice in reminding my heart of its actual capabilities to be just as calm.
Maybe it’s less about the destination.
But more about the realization of having these wings to soar.
Everyday is a representation of the things we unknowingly are capable of. Like embracing joyous occasions, or experiencing pain, or letting go of trivial longings.
It has been a good few days of physical pain and discomfort, of practice contractions and the like. And it sure has been great practice of inhaling love and exhaling pain.
Inhaling love, exhaling pain.
It’s a beautiful cold morning, alhamdulillah, and..and..it’s February! Three more weeks now until my pregnancy goes full-term inshaaAllah and it’s all still a miracle to me.
Speaking of which, there’s an article I recently wrote in the Pregnancy section of Makchic (www.makchic.com) on my weird love towards a growing belly. Truly, I find something so empowering about morphing into this pot-bellied person while breathing in all the other changes that God has intended for a woman so naturally. It’s as amazing as leaving me tangled in between constant wonderment and perpetual gratefulness, it’s probably the first time I have nothing to complain about being huge.
Good day. <3