posted on Wednesday, July 11, 2018 @ 7/11/2018 03:24:00 PM
Hello July. We're still in July 2018. I wasn't away for long since last the post. Good Job Fiqah despite all the procrastinating to on the laptop and blog. Oh well, I am in last few weeks of pregnancy, being all fatigue every minute and seconds, thus the delay of blogging. Here with the hope to get a new laptop to keep me company during my confinement in September.

We are at the last few days of Syawal. I am so done with Raya visiting and Raya foods and I should watch up my food intake and sugar as well in order to have any complications during labour, especially when I am down with gestational diabetes, yet again. Here's to the start of eat clean, atleast for 5 days a week. I need cheat days on weekends too.

Happy 32 Weeks & 6 days pregnant to me 😃



In my previous, I did mention that mother's of my generations seems to Struggle a lot with Parenting. It's like GOD! Grant me Give me the patience I need to go through with the day. A few days back, I had a melt down as I was extremely exhausted and sleepy and it's an hour or so to midnight & the active little toddler just refused to sleep at night. With constant kicking of little ones in my belly as well as his brother who kick the fuss about going to sleep, with me having sleepless, uncomfortable sleeping at night, I just blew my top off.

I happened to go through this phase quite frequently in this pregnancy. At most times, I always blame myself for not being the good Mother to my son. It's like I am showing favouritism, like i care for my unborn child and my rest more than my firstborn who wants attention every now and then. 

Indeed Parenting is hard. Extremely hard & there is no doubt that I am learning, adapting and controlling my feelings especially anger towards my son. Every night when he falls asleep, I look into his peaceful sleeping face, snoring away, I talked to him. Telling him how sorry I am for being so bad today and that I love him no matter what happen. I may happened to be very loud mother even if we were outside in public but deep down my love for my son is with no limit. Probably that's how I just I am.

Here's to everyone out there who seems to judge us, if you don't have anything better to say or help, I just hope you keep comments to yourself. Our generations may differ from our grandparents/parents ERA but overall, if we need help, do be there for us. Be it in form of watsapp chat or twitter or social media or a call away. We all need that moment of our time to ease ourselves to know that we are not alone, we are not facing this alone.

My utmost thanks to my business turned friends, families, friends especially those from different timezone. It makes me feel like I can talk to you people even if its 3am SG timezone.

Thank You for the listening ear. Let's help each other to be a better mother to our kids.


Thank You & I love you my son.
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