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Thursday, June 11, 2009

Dear baby,
This is your mommy here. I have been meaning to write this letter for a long time but never got down to it. You were a shock when you came into my life… I thought I wanted to enjoy my new life… I was at a dilemma whether to keep you or not… I’m glad I did…

The first trimester was a killer… our doctor was horrible and we were confused of what to do… we finally found a gem of a doctor and you made me a permanent resident in KKH…

Your daddy was always there tapping my back consoling me whenever I’m slumped over the toilet bowl… he was always reassuring me that I looked beautiful even while I was puking my guts out…

As I progressed further into the pregnancy, the violent bouts of nausea were replaced by mad dashes to the toilet… apparently you had found my bladder and squeezing as when you ever fancied…

You gave me weird mood swings and weird food cravings… you never fail to make me realize that you are a growing inside of me…

I will never forget the day I felt you move for the first time… your daddy, your granny as well as myself all gathered around my tummy to feel it again…

When it was time to find out your sex, we were simply awed by seeing you on the screen… seeing you squirm darting away from the thing that was prodding your sacred place… your irritation was sensed as I vomited once I came out of the screening room…

You travelled to Bangkok in my tummy… everyone had a good time touching you… your daddy went crazy buying you clothes… looking the best for his little one…

Your daddy and I love watching every move that you make in me… Romeo loves lying near you as to tell you that he is waiting as well… we all can’t wait for you to be out and in our arms…

We are counting down to the days when you would make your grand appearance into the world…

Rearranging our lives and our room to accommodate the little one… your little bed has been bought and arranged… your coming home clothes has been packed…

50 more days to go!!!!!

As I sit here and type this I can feel your somersaults and kicks in me… as if to tell me that you are anxiously waiting as well…

Till we meet…

Your mommy….







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