Ramadhan Kareem 💓

Dear Diary,

It's May 2020.

Feels like time is passing so quickly, in a blink, we are in the middle of the year. Being pregnant and on top of that, having a serious relationship with GERD make the Ramadhan seems quite impossible. It's a tough project with high chance of failure.

Today is the ninth day of fasting. I manage to go through with one missed mark in my calendar. I hope I can go through this month without not much difficulties. We don't really know if this is the last Ramadhan. I mean.. anything can happen.

I am in my third trimester, with 7 weeks left before delivery (assuming baby will come out on the 40th week), so I am quite emotional. I cry when my husband scold me or refuse my touch when he is in mamai state. I cry when I feel unloved. I cry when something small get in my way.... It is that bad. But it is getting better. I think I handle the emotional turbulence quite well now.

I hope in my journey to become a mother, I could change my ugly habits and become a better me.

Dear Diary,

It is time to end my useless emotional thought right now. I will try to write as often as I can.

Happy Ramadhan Kareem 💖