Your First Kick

I was lying down all exhausted, somehow the day at the masjid yesterday was really tiring. I guess, the heat also played a significant role too. And, then all of a sudden, I felt you kick me from within!!!!!!!

YOU KICKED!!! Your first kick (that I could feel). I felt flutterings before but not a KICK! It felt more like a tap, inshallaah, it will be more pronounced in the weeks to come. But, please don’t kick me in my ribs. I heard rib-kicking is really painful.

I sent a message to Daddy saying that I felt you kick and he was like, ‘You have a real baby inside you.’ You are my real baby and will remain a real baby even until you have your own babies.

My lil real baby… Muah!

Walking Heavy!

Day before yesterday, I was praying at the masjid, I couldn’t stand for long! Mashallaah, you are growing really quickly. The pregnancy weight was hurting my heels due to prolonged standing. It wasn’t like the recitation was long, it was quite short. I found this really heart warming. My little teenie weenie beanie is growing…

Not even my loosest skirt fits me anymore. I am going to start wearing Daddy’s tracks and T-shirts. It is a bit embarassing, but will be a little more patient in buying some fashionable maternity wear. Your Nani handed over all her maternity wear to me but they are still boxed up in Malaysia. I hope I get a chance to wear them, inshallaah.

I can’t put up pictures here, yesterday I had a party at my friend’s place. Daddy took a couple of pictures of me all dressed up. I am four and half weeks pregnant now!

Still (im)patiently counting down…

Girl or Boy?

As curious as I am, I had to ask the doctor if she could determine your sex. On the 7th of July, during the ultrasound, she said, it looks like a girl. Still not sure though, two more weeks to go to be sure. You may just be a late riser boy.

Though we have not yet fully accepted that you are a girl, Daddy and I refer to you as Fatimah. This had been the chosen name for you a long time back, probably  even before I conceived. Still looking for a boy-name that everyone is happy with. If I like a name, your Daddy doesn’t like it. If we both like a name,  one of your grandparents don’t like it. It is really funny and cute, all at the same time.

I am enjoying seeing your grandparents run helter-skelter trying to figure where the best place for your welcome is (my delivery). Your Nani has already chalked out a plan to welcome you in Bahrain amongst your Nana, Billi-Nani, Munno-Nana, Khala, Aziz Mama, Mi’iraj Mama and Yasin Mama. I hope you get to know them. These are the people who are very dear to me and whom I love a lot.

While you are in me sucking at your thumb, everyone is anxiously waiting for your arrival, oblivious to you. Everyone has dreams and plans. Subhanallaah. I feel loved and wanted only because the people I love have already begun loving you.

The last two ultrasounds on the 21st of June and 7th of July, all you have been doing is sucking your thumb. Daddy is ok with that but I am waiting to see other tricks of yours, maybe like a somersault in me or something more exciting. Hahahaha… I am getting impatient by the day.

22 more weeks to go, inshallaah!