Showing posts with label Personal Likes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Personal Likes. Show all posts

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Waiting On Little Feet: Part 2 (Party Animal)

Salam,
This little 'zen' master is taking his/her time in my belly, while I'm killing my time with little's feet growing handmade animal friends. So far, I've made bunch of teddies (as presents for my fellow new mummies), couple of bunnies, humpback whale for my sister in law & my brother (who both LOVES the underwater world), a monkey for my niece, a black cat (since I have an obsession for black cats), a duck, and an elephant. I hope little feet is not holding back for me to finish an entire zoo for him/her...*phew*



Love+Peace,
H

Thursday, June 23, 2011

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

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Unplugged: Currently Reading

Salam,
Since I won't be online for awhile, I'll be busy reading. Here is what I have by my bedside as I give myself some relaxing time throughout the day:





Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Mushaboom by Feist


"Mushaboom" is about a simple life in a small town, and taking the time to enjoy life. It contrasts the somewhat melancholy state of the singer's present situation ("It may be years until the day / my dreams will match up with my pay")-source wikipedia


Helping the kids out of their coats
But wait the babies haven't been born oh
Unpacking the bags and setting up
And planting lilacs and buttercups oh

But in the meantime we've got it hard
Second floor living without a yard
It may be years until the day
My dreams will match up with my pay

Old dirt road,
(mushaboom, mushaboom)
knee deep snow
(mushaboom, mushaboom)
Watching the fire as we grow
(mushaboom, mushaboom)
o-o-o-o-old

I got a man to stick it out
And make a home from a rented house oh
And we'll collect the moments one by one
I guess that's how the future's done oh

How many acres, how much light
Tucked in the woods and out of sight
Talk to the neighbours and tip my cap
On a little road barely on the map

Old dirt road,
mushaboom, mushaboom)
knee deep snow
mushaboom, mushaboom)
Watching the fire as we grow,
mushaboom, mushaboom)
o-o-o-o-old
(mushaboom, mushaboom)
Old dirt road rambling rose
(mushaboom, mushaboom)
Watching the fire as we grow
(mushaboom, mushaboom)
Well I'm Soldddddddddddddddd



H Note: One of my favourite song and singer, this song particularly is like my life right now, and it's uppity beat cute melody seems fitting for a baby tune...18 weeks means my baby had developed hearing ability, how little feet love feist. :)

Monday, February 14, 2011

To my dearest husband~


To my dearest Sayang,
I'm still thankful for everyday I'm blessed to have you in my life,
I'm still thankful for those days you just let me snuggle in bed,
I'm still thankful for those dinners you whip out when I'm too lazy,
I'm still thankful for those jokes and laughter that wash my tears away...
and on my endless thankful note, I'm definitely thankful to be your wife

Yours,
Your Sayang.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Movie Recommendation: The Social Network

Salam,
I love watching and reading stories, and it explains why I love to read blog, read books and watch movie to even write about it. I find there's similar memories in many stories and how we all somehow look for trails to relate. Sometimes we don't have the connection, but when you speak of emotion, we really don't need to have the same experience to feel it. One way or another we understood it, we fell in love, we got our heart broken, we feel betrayed, the times we let ourselves be a fool and etc and etc. There a billion of possibilities to feel that emotion, and there's billion stories that goes talking about it. So my appreciation of movies is a bit sometimes complicated, some might call me a 'romantic' person for needing to go to deep into sensing a movie. But hey, everyone has their thing...

When I went to my mum's last week, the Golden Globe was on, and they were giving the award to the best picture award. The nominee was 'Black Swan', 'The Fighter', 'Inception', 'The King's Speech' and 'The Social Network'. Obviously, 'The Inception' blew my mind away. I even surpassed it after 'The Matrix'. It's a very smart movie, I think. The movie impresses me. So when I saw a story about 'facebook' won, I got curious. Better than Inception? wow...must be good. How could a non-state of the art-CGI-packed, actually impressed the HFPA? So I watched it. and to say the least, it's VERY recommended.

If I were to say it in a technical aspect, it was not as shabby as any another non-CGI movies. The cinematography and shots was rather beautiful, and the storyline was quick and straight the point. Which i like. Of course, there's cliche plots here and there, but nothing dragged, so to me it was acceptable. As for the story? some might say it is quite an expectation of another 'bill-gates'/'elite law suit story'/'story friendship-betrayal'....heck, it's all that roll into one. some just do it for the money, some do it for power, some do it for fun....and some just do it to impress some 'girl'. nothing complicated, and nothing was out of expectation either...but not lame or cliche either. Soundtracks and score was also very smart. So I applauded for their win, and the fact that the screenplay, and the director tell a very nice story. If it were a book, I would enjoy closing it at the end.

and yes, it's about facebook...*groan* ahahaha



Love+Peace,
H

Thursday, January 13, 2011

On Children By Khalil Gibran

Marianna, Kahlil's Sister
Marianna, Kahlil's Sister. Painting by Kahlil Gibran
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
H notes:  Now being a parent, i see a new light in perspective on a child. It's a day to day ambition, a day to day achievement...Expectation may be the key of a lot of dissapointment, but I can only do but pray and hope that my step son, the little feet (and insyaAllah, many of our children to come) would grow up as a steady arrow and soar forward...May God guide me to be the best Bow i can be...Amen~

I Dream of a House Deep in A Jungle

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Why I still insist on Home Birth


Taken from http://bringbirthhome.com/home-birth-safety/ 
When hearing the news that I had my last baby at home and am planning to have this one at home as well, the first response from most people is, “You’re so brave.”
This has to be one of the most irritating things that people say to homebirthers. The implication is that birth is dangerous and that we are willing to take on a tremendous risk to do it anywhere but a hospital.
It negates the research and planning that we’ve done to come to this decision. It makes the choice about balls, not brains. After all, homebirth is “dangerous.” Hospital birth is “safe.” Therefore, it must be bravado alone that would lead a woman to choosing such an option. Right?
In 2003, over 20% of women had their labors induced, with a rate closer to 40% in many hospitals, while that rate should not exceed 10% (and has remained at 10% in most industrialized nations).
Inductions are approximately 5 times more likely among planned hospital births than planned homebirths. An 1999 American Journal of Obstetrics and Gynecology “Green Journal” review of 7000 inductions found that 3 out of 4 of the inductions were not medically necessary.
Inductions are performed unnecessarily for estimated size of the baby (too large or too small), going past the estimated due date, amniotic fluid levels that are low but not critically low (correctable in nearly all cases by rehydration of the mother), rupture of membranes without immediate start of labor, the mother being dilated/effaced but not in active labor, or scheduling reasons on the part of the mother or care provider.
Approximately 40-50% of inductions fail (depending on the induction method used and the mother’s Bishop score), and most failed inductions end in cesarean section. Inductions increase labor pain and length, and create, among other problems, an increased risk of fetal distress, uterine rupture, and cesarean section.
But homebirth is “dangerous.” Hospital birth is “safe.”
Over 30% of women in the US have cesarean sections, while overwhelming research has led the World Health Organization to set an ideal standard rate of cesarean sections at 10-12%, with 15% being the rate where more harm is being done instead of good. Cesareans are performed at a similar rate across all risk groups, low to high. The cesarean rate for planned births at home or in an independent birthing center is approximately 4%.
Cesarean sections increase the likelihood of maternal death by as much as 4 times, and have other immediate and long-term heath risks for mothers that include, but are not limited to, infection, bowel or bladder perforation, hysterectomy, future infertility, and increased risk of uterine rupture for future pregnancies.
Risks for the baby include respiratory distress, fetal injury, prematurity (if result of scheduled section or failed induction), and breastfeeding difficulties.
Four of the greatest causes for the increase in cesarean section are overuse of interventions during labor, concern for malpractice/liability on the part of care providers, failed labor inductions, and “failure to progress” (labor not progressing fast enough or regularly enough for care providers).
But homebirth is “dangerous” and hospital birth is “safe.”
The ACOG and AMA have both come out against homebirthing, calling it a dangerous trend and referring to it as a “fashionable, trendy, [...] the latest cause célèbre,” and they paint a horrible picture of complications arising in low-risk pregnancies with no warning that cannot be handled anywhere but the hospital.
Despite that, the most thorough study ever done on homebirth safety, Kenneth C Johnson and Betty-Anne Daviss’s Outcomes of planned home births with certified professional midwives: large prospective study in North America, BMJ 2005;330:1416 (18 June), found that the outcomes of planned homebirths for low risk mothers were the same as the outcomes of planned hospital births for low risk mothers, with a significantly lower incident of interventions in the homebirth group.
The Lewis Mehl Study of home and hospital births, which matched couples in each group for age, parity, education, race, and pregnancy/birth risk factors, found the hospital group had 9 times the rate of episiotomies and tearing, 3 times the cesarean rate, 6 times the fetal distress, 2 times the use of oxytocin for induction/augmentation, 9 times the use of analgesia/anesthesia, 5 times the rate of maternal blood pressure increase, 3 times the rate of maternal hemorrhage, 4 times the rate of infection, 20 times the rate of forceps use, and 30 times teh rate of birth injuries (including skull fractures and nerve damage).
Breastfeeding success rates are higher and postpartum depression rates are lower for planned homebirths.
But homebirth is “dangerous” and hospital birth is “safe.”
The United States spends more per pregnancy/birth than any other country, the vast majority of women in the US give birth in hospitals, and yet the US’s maternal death rate is the worst among 28 industrialized nations and the neonatal mortality rate is the second worst.
The Netherlands, where 36% of babies are born at home, has lower maternal and neonatal mortality rates than the US. Denmark, where all women have access to the option for a safe and legal home birth, has one of the lowest maternal and neonatal mortality rates.
But homebirth is “dangerous,” hospital birth is “safe,” and Brutus is an honorable man.
I didn’t choose a homebirth because I am brave. Bravery has little to do with it. If anything, I believe women who choose to give birth in US hospitals are the brave ones, because knowing what I know about our technocratic obstetrical system, I can’t imagine voluntarily choosing an obstetrician and a hospital for anything but absolute medical necessity.
My decision to homebirth wasn’t made in a void, but based upon years of research. I wonder how much research the average woman puts into her hospital birth?
Considering how many times I’ve heard someone say “I’m glad I was in the hospital because…” and then given as her reason a non-emergent situation (such as fetal size or nuchal cords), I’d say not that much.
Call me stubborn, because I wasn’t willing to accept out of hand the culturally held belief that hospitals are safer.
Call me an idealist, because I believe that birth can be a positive, safe, and empowering experience for child and mother.
Call me a nonconformist, because I choose to birth at home in defiance of a powerful technocratic system.
Call me outspoken, because I can’t keep my mouth shut when I hear about yet another iatrogenic birth calamity.
Call me a “birth nazi,” because I believe it’s the right and responsibility of every woman to educate herself about birth and take ownership of her birth experience.
But brave? Don’t call me brave. “Brave” has nothing to do with it.
Morgan is a freelance writer and co-director of North Metro Birth & Breastfeeding Coalition. Email Morgan at morgan@mcfamilies.com
Read Morgan’s follow up article, “Birth Safety as a Binary Condition.”

Saturday, January 1, 2011

New Year: Calvin & Hobbes: Death: Knowledge

Salam,
This happen to be my ultimate favorite comic book/strip of all time; Calvin & Hobbes. I've been reading it since i could remember, and i just love how intelligently funny it is. At times, he talks about issues way advanced for his age and drive the adults around him crazy...the little guy is a genius. Love it!


Happy New Year everyone! May this year, bring another chapter in our life, May God bless us all. Another year wiser, Another year to gain and do our best with our knowledge, InsyaAllah. And on most time, we don't always understand it...and on most time, it's really not our business to know it....

Love+Peace,
H

Love: Calvin & Hobbes

Some ideas for that extra snow laying around...if you're still all moody that the holiday is over, a way to vent it out. Let it go people...let it go....

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Movie Recommendation:The Book of Eli

Salam,
I love this movie for the whole idea of how the world had become so destraught in despair that the only valuable thing that could really save the human kind and their soul is FAITH. This is a journey of a man who walked for 31 years in a mission of protecting the 'most' valuable book that could restore man's faith  in life by God's word.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Powerful Video: The Hugging Saint

Salam,
I was introduced today to a VERY powerful video by my sister in law. We were as usual, were exchanging thoughts and share opinions about all the things that is going on with our life, about awareness...acceptance...love...fear and Amma was brought up. How she's known as a 'Hugging Saint'. I know, there's a lot of 'hug a person'/'give a hug' campaign going on worldwide...but watching this video brought tears (sobbing~) to my eyes. It's absolutely amazing how a HUMANBEING, could share sincere unconditional and undivided love to countless people..and share time regardless of differences. It struck me so deep inside how she said that 'Love does not need effort' (or something like that), because to be honest we often feel like we need to put effort and struggle and think it is 'Love'. At least at certain time, i do...I confused myself thinking that i'm putting effort in the name of 'Love', when truth is LOVE comes from within and it will overflow naturally.

Unconditional Love is VERY powerful and we all possess this 'power'. Amma is potraying that we all can LOVE crossing the border of countries, race, and religion.



More about Amma via wikipedia HERE

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Food Movies

Salam,
Being a hungry shamoo (i mean, pregnant lady), I've spent my most entire day going through food pictures and recipe book. I don't know why, maybe i'm indulging myself...LOL. And yesterday, i spent the entire day going through movies with in it. I saw 'SUPER SIZE ME' which is a documentary of a man, who tried to go on a McDiet for 30 days, with nothing but 3 meals a day of McDonald's and risk his own health in this experiment about fast food and it's effect on our body. (this didn't turn out so good to me, since i'm still craving for meat and burgers. We end up taking a trip to McDonald's because the Big Mac was too tempting for me. I didn't feel too guilty about it though since i eat fastfood in once in a blue moon)




Then, i bumped to 'Babette's Feast'...which is amazing. I find it very symbolic, and heartwarming. The whole detail on the dinner...is mouthwatering and exquisite. You can actually find the whole movie on youtube. Including the english subtitle. I love this movie...





Then, I stumbled to this funny and inspiring movie. A japanese movie which mainly evolve around food and how food plays a significant role in one's life in a very suprising way...Also mouthwatering, but i find it cute and light hearted. I like this one too... it reminds me a lot of my sister, since she's always dreaming of opening her own restaurant. You can also find the whole movie in youtube.





Thursday, December 9, 2010

Beautiful souls do exist & her parenting tip

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
salam,
I wasn't feeling so well these few weeks, but Alhamdulillah i'm feeling much better today (probably due to my craving finally done and over with, burger craving-check! thanks to my loving husband, Alhamdulillah). So the last couple of days, i passed on going for a brisk walking session with my sister in law, she came by yesterday to check out how i was. Which was very sweet of her, we talked about how we both are feeling in our pregnancy, and exchange updates on what we read and news about natural birth here in Malaysia. Good news, she told me she found a midwife who by chance would be making a stop in Malaysia to attend on her delivery this May. I'm SO happy for her! she told me she was crying for the news, and i understood how happy she much be since that's all she ever wanted. "Its beautiful, this grace" she told me, it definitely is beautiful. She went on telling me on how she met this 'travelling midwife', who was an australian, a free spirited midwife who like us, loves the idea of homeschooling our own child. She told me about the blog she writes and today, i took the opportunity to go through the midwife, name Ela,'s blog. SubhanAllah, truely she's an amazing women...very free spirited and full of love. I love how beautiful her soul is, and her gorgeous and very aware daughter. I can't wait to meet her, in May InsyaAllah. Who knows, she might help me deliver my own little feet. InsyaAllah...I would love that. I would like to share her article she shared on raising a child with respect and not punishment, which is BEAUTIFUL! great parenting tip...


Respect Not Punishment by Ela Forest

Only In Fiction

“Mama, why does Harry Potter do that? Why doesn’t he just ask a grown-up for help?” asks my daughter, Sequoia, with whom I have been reading the Harry Potter series lately.

“He’s afraid of getting in trouble,” I answer, knowing that this explanation doesn’t really make sense to a child who has never been punished.


To the children in JK Rowling’s books, punishment is a fate worse than death. They regularly risk their lives to avoid getting into trouble or expelled.

When my child was small, I realised that it would be disrespectful to punish her for being a child, especially when I wouldn’t hand out punishments to my friends or partner.


Punishment For Accidents?

The thought of telling my partner to take a “time out” for knocking over a glass of milk, or giving him a stern talking to and taking away his computer privileges for accidentally breaking something would be ludicrous.

I hear many parents talking about setting only “natural consequences,” but in practice, this is just a fancy way of saying “let the punishment fit the crime.”


If my child breaks her favourite toy, the true natural consequence is that her toy is broken – telling her that her toys will be confiscated until she can learn to treat them better isn’t a natural consequence: it’s a punishment.

I have found that when I relate to my child with respect, she is very well behaved and she needs no punishment. When she forgets, or has an accident, and something is broken, she feels genuine remorse, and is able to process that in a healthy way, without fear of retribution.


I see other children who are accustomed to receiving punishments – they live in fear of grown-ups. When my daughter had a friend over, and they accidentally broke a plate, Sequoia’s friend was fearful and wanted to hide the evidence, whereas Sequoia was sad that the plate was broken, and came to me saying that she was sorry, and asked for help to clean it up.

If I had punished Sequoia for breaking the plate, she wouldn’t learn to take more care of plates (and after all, every one breaks something once in a while) – what she would learn is that she can’t feel safe to tell me when something is broken. It would teach her to hide the truth and lie to me – which I would then have to punish her for, increasing the cycle.


The Consequence Of Punishment

In our culture, we believe that it is necessary to punish children in order to correct them, so they learn not to make the same transgression again. However, the reality is that the punishment doesn’t really teach children how to behave, but to fear punishments, and to get better at avoiding them.
Not only that; I found that if I punished Sequoia for some transgression, she was less likely to learn the lesson I had intended to teach her – rather, she felt that I was someone to be feared.

If I were to punish my child for breaking a plate, she would then carry the fear of punishment with her the next time she carries a plate: she will be nervous about being punished again instead of being careful with the plate, leading to more breakages.


Dealing With A Contrary Child

Recently, Sequoia went through a phase of being contrary and not doing what I asked her. I felt frustrated; like she was never listening to me. One night she was jumping on my bed, and I asked her to stop, but she didn’t and the bed broke.

My immediate reaction was to shout at her, and punish her. Instead, I took a deep breath, and said, “I need to talk to you. I’m feeling very frustrated that the bed is broken and even more frustrated that I asked you to stop but you didn’t listen to me. Now I feel I can’t trust you.” Sequoia was truly remorseful and apologised sincerely. We had a long talk about respect and safety, and then we were able to work together to repair the bed.


I can see that if I had given in to my anger and punished her, she wouldn’t have listened to what I was saying and how I was feeling; she would only hear the punishment, and wouldn’t have really understood that she had done something wrong.

What I have learned again and again is that when one lives in a state of fear, spiritual growth is stifled, and I don’t want my child to be living in fear of punishments, especially not from her mother, who should be a safe haven.


A Trusting Not A Fearful Relationship Is The Key

When a child is accustomed to being punished by grown-ups she will become fearful of them rather than developing a trusting relationship. I think of my child as a student of life. I am not her teacher so much as an experienced guide. As a guide, I wouldn’t punish someone for making a mistake or having an accident – I simply lead by example.


If a child misbehaves, it isn’t because the child is bad or intentionally breaking rules – it is an accident: the child is learning.

I hear exasperated parents saying “but I’ve told my child so many times not to do that!” Of course it can be frustrating, but imagine you are a piano teacher and the child your student.

You tell the student to play C and then A sharp, but the child gets confused again and again, playing D and then A sharp. The more the teacher shouts at the child, punishes her, tells her off for playing badly when she knows the right way, the more confused, scared and frustrated she gets.

However, if the teacher lets the mistake pass and again demonstrates the correct notes in a gentle and supportive manner, the child understands, and learns.


In this way, children are able to trust in grown-ups, and come to them when they need help, rather than hiding their transgressions our of fear.

We all learn by making mistakes, and if we are punished for making mistakes, what we will learn is punishment. If we respect and support our children as students of life, then we, their parents, will give them trust, confidence and self love.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Marie Laforêt - Мon amour mon ami

Salam,
I'm jumping for joy (not literally-but i'm doing cartwheel inside) for my husband...he's taking me to KL for my craving although he hates travelling to the city, and the fact he hates city crowds. So, i'm singing this cute song for him for his endless attempts in making me happy... thank you sayang~!



Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Surah Maryam (19) As-Sudais



Craving #2: Chili's BBQ Ranch Burger

Salam,
My first craving was a subway sandwich...which i begged my husband to drive me 40 minutes to KL. He groaned at first, and ignored me. I told myself when i first found out i was pregnant, that i would contain myself from being a whiny-needy-pushy pregger wife who'll drop on the floor and roll in tantrum to satisfy my craving. So when he ignored me, i let it go and take a big gulp of saliva down my throat. Then as we went to send some stuff at his friend's place, he suprised me by 'let's go and drive around' and end up in the city, I squeled! Since then, i've been having meat cravings...So far, i've been having 'small degree' craving which passed on rather easy if i didn't get my hands on them. But, this BBQ ranch burger never died down. It's been pounding on my head and keep sending me saliva wave behind my throat whenever i think about it. Funny thing is, my sister-in-law told me over the weekend that her friend told her that when a pregnant lady crave for sweets, they're having a girl. And those who crave for salty and meats, are having a boy. Which i couldn't put my hands on how true it can be, weird thing is...i keep craving for chocolates after every meal...thus..i still have mad craving for meat. So, baby gender is still a mystery. Truth is, as long as the baby is healthy is fine by me. 

My head was picturing this almost around the clock, it's driving me crazy....