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Thursday, December 14, 2006 my life's back to normal

It's been quite awhile since I blogged. Good news is that I have past my 1st trimester and finally happy to stand on the weighing scale. The first 3 months were scary as ever and I hate to be hospitalized no matter how many times I have been in and out of that place. I hate to see my hands swollen because of the drips and those times I lay on the hospital bed staring blankly outside the window. I don't even want to think about it but I am thankful to God the first part of the difficult period was over fast and not as bad as my first pregnancy.

I can never thank my mom enough for all her helps, taking care of me and my darling Zoha without getting tired. Zoha hugs my mom and sleeps every night till now. She deserves her hug more than me for all the loves she had showered on my darling every single minute when I was unable to even stand on my own. When I think about all those, it brings tears to my eyes…what will I do without my mom? I love you mom. I have camped at my mom's place and have been pampered like a princess that I don't feel like going back to my own place. I don't even know what condition my house is in…but darling hubby and Sunny promised me that they have been cleaning the house and keeping it in tip top condition. I hope it is all true :D and I don't faint when I come back home this weekend, inshallah.

To DH & Sunny,
You heard it right…DZoha and I are coming back home at last. But don't expect me to cook briyani or cook anything nice for the time being but of course I don't mind if you want to cook for me or even continue to clean the house :D I can spend more time teaching DZoha and getting more rest. If only ammi stays with us, we don't have to worry about anything esp the food part.

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