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DAY 17. I’m now on my seven months—29th week of pregnancy and as the delivery day draws near I feel scared and excited at the same time. Scared because I know how painful the labor will be. I don’t know if the baby will come out the normal way or via caesarean section. We’re praying for the former since it’s cheaper and yeah, well…more normal but I’m praying to God that I will not have a difficult labor. If possible, a painless one.

More than being scared, I am excited. I’m a first time mom and this pregnancy is a gift from God. My greatest fear in life is not to be able bear a child and I guess I already faced that one. My new fear is that the baby might come out not normal, incomplete, or not healthy. But I know God has already formed my baby inside my womb and the latest ultrasound results show that our Baby Noah is indeed healthy. Thank you Jesus!

But there is one thing that makes me more excited–the thought if seeing my husband Joshua and his firstborn together. Whenever I see daddies and babies, I always imagine it’s my Josh and my son. When my husband is asleep, I always stare at him and imagine there’s a baby on his chest or beside him. Pictures of him feeding the baby, preparing the baby’s milk, changing his diaper, bathing him, and more always come to mind. Read more

DAY 16. One of the few people that I really miss is my dad. I get to see him only a few times every week now because I don’t come to their house more often. It’s very hot and humid the past few weeks and because of my pregnancy, I couldn’t afford to always go out of the house. And when I get there, it’s either he’s busy in front of the computer doing what he does best, drawing or making a house plan, or sleeping.

My dad is my hero. I used to be afraid of him but that changed when I became older. Now, I just miss him because I don’t always get to talk to him as before. You see, he suffered a stroke almost three years ago. He survived it. The whole family did. He could walk and talk properly only after a few months and we praise God for it.

I could still remember that day at the hospital when he was still in the ICU. I asked the doctor if he could still draw, him being an architect. The doc asked him to draw simple lines and shapes. He couldn’t do it. I still have the pages with me for we used my notebook then. That time, I could feel his frustration. I wanted to cry but I didn’t.

Dad showed me that there is still hope. Why, only less than a year after being hospitalized, he went back to work. He was offered to do his cousin’s apartment somewhere in Pasay. He’s an architect, you know. Most of his life, he’s been constructing houses and buildings. His job was what made the family afford to have a stay-at-home mom to take good care of us, gave us shelter, feed us, bought us nice things, and sent us to private schools.

Honestly, I never thought he’d be able to work again but God was really good to him. He still is! With only the MS Paint program on Windows, he drafted a plan for his cousin’s house and some more. He just hired someone to do the plans on CAD.

More than a year ago, my sister blogged about daddy being the proud designer and contractor of a 4-story commercial and residential building. With the help of my mom, he was able to finish that project.  I was so proud of the two of them because they were patient enough to commute to the Pasay site from Pasig where they were staying.

One time, Josh and I even went with him to Pasay when my mom couldn’t come with him. We rode the MRT and jeep to the site. It was an adventure for me to do that with my daddy and Joshie but I was amazed when I saw the site for myself. I wanted to cry, of course, being the emotional woman that I was (still am, actually) but I didn’t.

Here’s my Daddy checking out the site on a Saturday, sometime in 2007:

To make the long story short, Dad finished another construction. Despite what happened to him a few years ago, he was still able to create something. He still draws and drafts house and building plans. He may not be as sharp as before but his creativity is still there. I know, he’s my dad.

Allow me to show off. Here are some photos of the building he did:

And here’s my dad:

Amazing! Before I couldn’t believe Dad could still do it but we have a GREAT GOD! I pray for more projects for him although I’d want to him to fully enjoy his retirement from being an architect.

DAY 15. I’ve always wanted to have a Shit Tzu but Josh would never allow me. Besides, having one is expensive enough it’s like having a real baby so forget about it.

Right now, we have Ivanna, the yellow labrador. She’s actually my sis-in-law’s pet but I treat her as my own too. Especially before when I’d walk her around the village almost every night. I’ve had quite a few fun times with her because she’s such a sweet doggie.

However, eversince we found out I’m pregnant, I haven’t walked her. And I think my in-laws haven’t walked her since then too except for when Josh would bring her out whenever Juju is staying with us. I could see her loneliness these days. How sad, really.

Here’s Ivanna:

At my parents’ place, there are three dogs: Couture and Keira (both Japanese Spitz) and the noisy, annoying Happy (a mini pinscher). I don’t get to play with them because they smell. Haha!

Here’s me and Happy when I still wasn’t annoyed with him:

The current object of my doggie love is Kal-el, Ate Mean and Kuya Jeric’s furbaby. It was my first time to meet him last Monday at Bonifacio High Street. He’s so adorable I wanted to take him home. At first, he didn’t like me but after a while, I guess, he got used to my smell and my touch. Hihi.

We were out until about 1 am so Kal-el was so sleepy. The next day, I found out something bad happened to him at the grooming salon. His mommy Meanne was so upset so I bought him a gift at Hobbes and Landes. I just got him this Merry Christmas-y ribbon. I know he’s male but shit tzus are supposed to be “prettified”, right? I even thought of buying him a bag but the price was outrageous at P9,000! I can’t imagine buying a dog that expensive, what more just a bag for a dog.

Here is Kal-el wearing my gift. Actually, it’s from Baby Noah:

Cute! I still want my own!

PS: Josh read this blog before publishing and said “Lagot ka, susumbong kita, di mo na sya doggie love”. I still love her but she ought to make those fleas leave her alone first. Hmmmp!