Apologies for not being faithful on writing here every week. I know some of you would love to know what I’m experiencing as I go through this process and would also like to see some photos. It’s been a crazy month and December will be just as crazy, if not more so. I’m already at 12 weeks and will be 13 this Wednesday. 🙂 YAY!
My wonderful husband got a job! An amazing job that’s a totally something from God. His timing is perfect. Always perfect. Never late and never early.
The only thing about this new job is that the commute is pretty crazy. Well our commute is already crazy. It used to take 15 minutes for me to get to work. Now it takes about 30-45 minutes. UGH! And by bus it takes an hour. Annoying.
So our solution is to move a little bit up north that way Nick’s and my commute won’t be so horrible. It would actually be easier for both of us to get to work. That’s why we’ve been actively looking for a new place.
Now for baby news. I am feeling really good. Sometimes I feel so good that I wonder if I’m still pregnant. I’ve read online that I’m not the only one who feels this way. I am actually one of the lucky ones since I don’t have to puke my guts out. Well a good sign that I am still good and still pregnant is that my boobs are as sore as they can be. Amen! Who would’ve thought I’d be thanking God for sore boobs?
I’ve been hearing news of friends and family getting miscarriages and it’s making me real sad. Sad for my friends and really scared for my baby. It makes me cry thinking about what my friends and family have gone through. It’s hard to think about it and I don’t want to think about it. But it does happen. And it sucks!
I talked to a good friend of mine recently about all these things I’m hearing and she told me, “Just hold your belly and thank God for life and blessing. Not out of fear but out of thanksgiving.”
I am doing just that. Thanking God for his goodness. His love for me and my baby. For the life that is in me.
I’m getting all choked up. 😥
Ok now let’s see if I can get you guys and myself to smile a little bit. Here’s a photo below of our the little pandesal at 7 weeks. This was our first ultrasound. We thought we were at 10 weeks but we were only at 7. As measured by the doc. Our little one is right where the dotted line is.
And my belly at 10 weeks. 🙂 BTW, I am wearing Nick’s jammies. Hehe! It’s so comfy and warm!
The dish I was craving for last week. Chinese hot and sour soup. Of course, because Nick won’t just take me to a restaurant to have some, I had to make my own.
And for the haircut I’m going to get pretty soon. 🙂
That way, my little pandesal won’t be grabbing any of my hair, AND I still get to look like a rock star. Well even if Robyn’s a pop star, I will definitely feel like a star either way.