After a While.. (Part Deux)

What a hazy morning!

Friday has always been my favourite day of the week since..mm, since I knew the word forever.

The reason being.., ah should I actually state the reason? Because the reason is the only reason available, it is the day before Saturday, that’s why.

When I was a student, be it during primary, or secondary even in university, Friday seemed so laid back, so special. The classrooms were noisier on Fridays, more people (actually pupils) walked around like eagerly going to somewhere (maybe just to the toilet, to hang out there)..I don’t know but it seems to me Friday is such a celebrated day. Nobody looks gloomy on Friday, a scene like bikers with kain pelikat without helmet happens that day. And oops, I almost forgot, longer lunch! That’s the best thing since my career years, it’s a TGI Fun Day!

This morning I woke up feeling like my chest has sank down to my knees. No it’s not Friday, it’s chaotic hormones reaction that causes nausea and lethargy in third trimester of pregnancy. I gathered all my strength to shower, get dressed and waiting for Kin’s missed call. Bigfish looked so adorable still tergolek on the bed hugging his bantal golek, fully absorbed in his morning dreams. He came home at 11 last night. Almost everyday his working hours is massive, 9am-11pm. I do not wish to bother him with additional task of sending and fetching me everyday to work, unless whenever he offers to, that is when he’s more free. I gave him a quick good morning kiss.

Kin is my colleague, and she’s the one whom I go to office and back everyday, since last two weeks that I was advised not to drive. I was combing my hair when she called, so I left the apartment with full reluctance. I was sleepy still, my back hurt, both my legs felt so weak and trembled. I still was going to work though, despite all that. Know what's the best thing, this is my standard feeling every morning, shall I repeat, every morning before leaving to work. I feel like wanna cry because really tak larat.. but I’ve no choice.

Well perhaps I have. I could take unpaid leave. Or, start savouring my maternity leave right now and opt for unpaid leave later. But I’m the new kid on the block here, so I feel obligated to make an impression or something of that sort. A good one, of course. The company has been so kind by taking me while I’m heavily preggie and gave me auto-entitlement for paid 60 days maternity leave (just so you know, that's not a normal procedure, especially if one is in probationary period).

So can I just tahan a bit? That’s why I have to blog, I guess. While sporadically reviewing all these orders, invoices and cost cards before approving and pass to account for August closing.

Friday is normally my gynae appointment day. That’s when I get to see my baby moves, hear his fast heartbeat and analyse how big he has grown within these two weeks. It’s a session that I look forward to every time. Except today, me and hubby are going to our 4th cum last session of antenatal class at 8pm. Today’s lesson is about care for the newborn. I know it’s going to be interesting, can’t wait! My appointment with Dr D will be delayed to tomorrow, if Bigfish is in town. My husband probably will be going on a day trip to Ipoh to attend Man and Ina’s wedding. Or else mommy can only see you baby on Sunday okay. Hang in there my brave Aaqilles!