the holy month of ramadhan has arrived. i was mentally preparing myself for a while now. takut i cant make it through the day. alhamdulillah the past 1 & half days have been ok for me. managed to vacuum all 3 bedrooms upstairs, cleaned my bathroom, did 3 loads of laundry before passing out at 5:30pm yesterday. couldnt even climb up to my bed and had to sleep on amir's mattress. amir thought i was playing, and started to climb on top of me. tired me just covered my stomach and let him do whatever he pleased.
buka puasa is not a big event at home, with just me and hubby. i prefer a lot of kuih and a light meal (murtabak or rojak or burger or kfc) while hubby prefers to dig into his rice immediately. for me, rice is only for sahur and that is only because i am forced to eat rice so that i can last the whole day.
baby's been kicking me for the past hour. i think he's trying to tell me that its lunchtime. i'm thankful that i dont feel hungry, although i do feel a bit weak and omigod...am i thirsty!! not helped with this sore throat that i have.
i was hoping i could go for terawih this year, having missed 2 years in a row (heavily pregnant in 2004 and having to look after a baby in 2005) but seeing how weak i was around berbuka time, i doubt i am able to last even 2 rakaat.
on another note, i had to take the lrt from terminal putra in gombak today. hubby brought back the office car so i followed him to work and he dropped me off at the nearest station. i would just like to say...thank god i take the lrt from kelana jaya. much as i complain about people not giving up seats for pregnant women, its nothing compared to what i went through (and had to be forced to smell) this morning.
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