Ramble shambles

OK, perhaps what I'm about to write is not extremely relevant, but I thought I could memeriahkan majlis blog ini, to some extent.

My baby is now 3 years old. A toddler, a sometimes exasperating toddler at that. She’s also an aspiring princess/ballerina/painter/singer, whatever suits her mood. Anyhow, we recently decided that it was probably time to give her a sibling. She's getting to be a bit too demanding and we thought having another kid around as a pawn would be a good bargaining tool.

It's been over 3 months since the doctor pried out the Implanon and we're still waiting for magic to happen. No, we're not yet at our wits end. We're giving it some time, although the husband thinks we should definitely up the ante in ehem, certain departments.

I've said this to quite a number of people before - I looooove and really, really miss being pregnant. Seriously. I do. People have said I’m weird, but I've been called “weird” for a lot more mind boggling actions and statements. So this really is quite “normal” even by my own standards.

Not trying to sound too perky; I really did love the experience the first time around. I suppose I was lucky to have quite an easy pregnancy, even though I was by myself most of the time. Yes, PETRONAS being PETRONAS, you some times get separated from your spouse for extended periods, but by God's grace I went through the entire 9+ months with friends and family close by. Having a good and dependable support system is essential peeps.

So, now that we’ve started the activities and festivities of trying to get me knocked-up, I find myself fantasizing a lot. Not about sex, you sickos, but baby related-stuff.

My greatest fantasy would be the possible names to give to the baby/babies. I’ve always been big on having stories behind names. For my firstborn, I chose the name Maryam. Simply because when Siti Maryam was carrying Prophet Isa, she was all alone in the world. And I hoped that the baby I was carrying would have similar traits to that of Siti Maryam.

I have 2 potential names for girls. It all started when I was working at MLNG, i.e. to commemorate my time there. There were these 2 liquefaction plant names that had a feminine ring to them, which I really liked. 1) Marsa el-Brega in Libya and 2) Marisol Sucre in Venezuela (not yet constructed). So, I thought I could derive something out of that – Marsya and Marisol. I doubt either name would make it to hubby’s top five list, but one can still dream. I initially wanted to name my firstborn Saffron, nothing could beat that.

I’m finding boys names a bit more elusive and difficult to conjure up. I like the name Seth and Alfian (I can call him Alfie – lame, I know). But there aren’t stories attached to these names, therefore I am not being consistent and true to form. The search continues. I’ve still got time. :P

I need to stop here. Other fantasies to follow. Need to review some Service Plans. Yes, it's that time of the year again people.

Be safe and be nice.