While waiting for the little feet

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

Salam,

My sisters! Hello! Yup, still waiting for the little feet to arrive...Anytime soon, insyaAllah. Probably somewhere around end of this week or the next. *can't wait!*

I'm at my mum's now, counting on the days while my son is away on a camping trip, and my husband is at home continue on his work. They are only a phone call away, if I'm all ready to go in labour. Since our house is like 75km away from the nearest hospital, we decided that I should stay at my mum's which is in the city. A more convenient option, for any emergency cases *touchwood*. 

I started to have contraction last friday at 2 AM when I felt a sudden 'menstrual' pain, backache (which my mum had specifically said "come by when you start to have backache"). All of us, including my sleepy step son quickly pack our bags, jump onto our car and drove 40 minutes to my mum's house. I really thought I was going through labour. After inconsistent contraction, (labor signs include consistent contraction which get nearer by the hour), we concluded that it was just a false labour. Since I was only 36 weeks (short 1 week to fullterm of 37 weeks), we all decided that I should stay at my mum's and stay put, while my husband and his son drive back home and continue with work and school.

It's been days and the mild contraction has been very inconsistent, but i do feel my tummy getting bigger and tighter by the days and my feet is getting all tired and heavy. I can't really do much, but walking around and up and down the house, helping my mum with what ever things I can get my hands on. She's been busy sewing baby blankets and etc for me and my sister in law (who is also pregnant), remnant of pretty cloth was everywhere for her patchwork projects. As I was laying like a whale counting on the seconds before I go on labour, I had the sudden urge one day, to make baby plushies. I like to remind myself that I once made a statement that I could not save my own self if my life depend on me sewing. I could do any housework BUT sewing. I remember once my step son asked me to help him sew his school badge on his school shirt, it took me 3 hours of sweating and trembling trying to get the badge sewn decently...*barely* I cringed on the outcome. He tried to look at my *skills* while I was trying to sew the badge on, I end up shoo-ing him off because I can't handle the pressure of being observed...*ha-ha*

BUT, probably driven by the fact that I'm all wired with weird hormones, I decided to search on youtube and see if I could get my hands on EASY-TO-MAKE plushies. and I stumbled on something I was confident enough to make. So, with the step by step video on my laptop, my mum's sewing kit and leftover cloth, a couple of buttons and stuffies- I whipped myself into a teddy plush toy maker for the past 2 days. 

And Voila! my child now has a pillow/plushies/soft toy that was made by yours truly...gotta love this weird hormone~ never in a million years do I find myself sewing...


not to shabby...in a quirky-weird-monsterlike-rustic kind of way *grin*

Love+Peace,

H