Monday, 17 June 2013.
Had terrible dreams last night, my heart was racing. It was
like shocks and bombs and plunging knives into body parts. Not a good idea to
watch Taken 2. In fact, not a good idea to watch Die Hard and Game Of Thrones.
Woke up sometime in the middle of sleep, my feet were feeling ‘loose’, I don’t
know how to describe it, like they were detached or gone, felt like hitting and
constantly shaking it. Yayang woke up and sapu yusmira on my feet. My heart
still unrest from the bombing, shooting and stabbing.
Then my stomach turned and growled. I felt so hungry. I
turned the lights on and grabbed the tupperware with dates by the bed and
started gnawing through them.
My head was thinking of baby names and preparing for my
first class in midst of the shooting and stabbing. Woke up this morning feeling
like a messed up ball of yarn, or more like the tangled hairs in the shower
drain.
No, I don’t have morning sickness or cravings, please don’t
hold that against me. My only pregnancy symptoms would be my out of breath
speech and my heavy chest that have apparently turned into rocky boulders. That
and my pee. And gas.
The first few days, sometime last week, I had a bad case of
gas. Felt like an over sized balloon, I couldn’t walk or talk properly, sleeping
was the worst, any direction didn’t matter. Just wished like I wanted to walk
out of my body. I felt and looked HORRIBLE. Like Tweedledum and Tweedledee and
Humpty Dumpty in hi def slow mo.
One night, while sitting on my bed, I mean, mattress (bed
broke, different story), feeling terrible yet trying to convince myself that
this is just psychological. I Zikr. I broke into tears. Then into loud sobs.
I called/ wailed for Yayang to come in to put on the Quran. He
kinda panic and misheard that I was asking for my phone (wha??), so I bawled
and wailed like a small kid throwing a tantrum “TOLOOONG PASANGGG
QURAAAAAANNNN!!! WAAAaaaaAAAAaaaaaa!!!” and sobbed to my hearts content. Trying
his best to comfort me, “What’s wrong,
tell me what’s wrong.”
“ Saaakitt perutttt… tsk, tsk.. sob sob,” complete with
shaking shoulders effect.
“Ok, ok show me where.”
Yayang has this magical ability to ‘tarik angin’, loosely
translated to ‘chuck wind’ out of someone. The moment he put his hands on my
belly, he started to burp and pass wind continuously until his eyes were red
and teary. This went on for a while, the ‘siphoning’ of air out from me,
through him. Slowly I felt better and fell into a deep sleep after many many
nights.
Yayang however, has to purge the ‘wind’ out of him. But
there was just too much that he didn’t manage to purge it all. Whenever he does
this, he gets really tired and if he didn’t succeed in purging all of it, he
will be the one in pain.
The next day, my pain was all gone and I could move and talk
like a normal person. The days onwards felt much better, happier. Different for
Yayang however. But he managed to purge it all out by lunch. Thank you!
Last weekend was nice. Yayang made seafood butter fried rice
on Saturday. Sooo sedap. We didn’t do much but it was such a nice day. I didn’t
feel too good to go out and about. We watched movies and Runningman and just
stayed home. Did normal house stuff. Like laundry. Lovely. Choice of movies
were not that great to me (Kamen Riders vs Super Sentai????) but I slept
through some of them anyway. Except Running Man. They have the ability to make
me laugh so hard, my food went upwards. And I temporarily lose my breath, and
vision. Maybe not a good idea either.
On Sunday, I followed Yayang to Amcorp, he had some toys to
sell and repaint. (Rule: Only go to Amcorp when there is money to be made). I
went to get my hair cut at the same place I dyed my hair early last year. Since
we’re running low on funds, I just requested for a cut. No wash or treatment or
whatever. Chemicals are bad for the baby too. I don’t like the way that he cut
my hair and the result, to me, is so sad. My hair was almost to my waist, I
asked for shoulder length with a slight fringe, but he chopped it off until
below my ears and straight all around. And he did it quite, emm, nonchalantly. All
in less than 10 minutes, he didn’t even blow dry it after. How rude. 30
ringgit, my foot. Not pretty.
Wearing flats. Also not pretty. I want pretty flats.
Oohh, Thank you Hanan and Raiha for 'mobbing' our house and bringing food and staying for the movie. Friends who can come and mob your house are definitely lifelong family friends.
Oohh, Thank you Hanan and Raiha for 'mobbing' our house and bringing food and staying for the movie. Friends who can come and mob your house are definitely lifelong family friends.
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