I'm having trouble sleeping these past few days. So today I decided, late night snack and a quick hot shower, pray and obviously blogged would do the trick.
As the sound of the clock ticking, I found myself in peace. Watching Fairuz sleeping while smiling (now what would he be dreaming about..mmm) made me realised how grateful I am to be his wife.
There are perks followed after being in the third trimester. At least for me, for all I know I could get away with being on the couch the whole day while having a handsome man who I have mad crush on bringing me all sorts of drinks to snacks to fruits to even the remote control which is just on the floor below where I am sitting. Fairuz is a darling. While me? I feel like a huge giant ready to explode with a weird style of walking. I think Fairuz's secretly laughing behind my back.
It's true what they say. There's a person out there who is so perfect for you, you couldn't ask for more. Truly am grateful. He cooks, do the laundry, tell me I'm beautiful (fact : which is a lie) while all I was wearing was his old soft almost got ripped t-shirt and "kain pelikat". And even when there are 5 pillows on the bed which all belong to me, he never complains. Of course there are days when he annoys the crap out of me I could die. But honestly, after almost 3 years together, looking past through dirty socks on the floor is already a norm.
Ahhh...I think the midnight snack has kicked in already. I need to hit the sack. Tomorrow is another day and our first antenatal class.