One. Two. Three. Four. Dear daughter is four-months old already. Four months! Oh how time flies. It feels like it was only yesterday though. Everything’s still fresh to me. Pregnancy and all.

I still remember the routine bloodworks I had.  They scare me. Imagine having four extractions in one day! I did. That was for the Glucose Tolerance Test.  

I remember  seeing a couple of  doctors –the OB & the Endocrinologist– alternately every so often. It’s nothing personal but I don’t like it. Besides, going to a hospital gives me anxiety attacks.

Five, six months ago, I was trudging like hippo with my oversized belly. I was huge and I swear the ground quakes everytime I walk on it.  Nonetheless, I continued eating biggie meals. *smiles*

During the last trimester, I felt so heavy already I couldn’t really wait for the big day to come. During this time, I was making mad dashes to the CR every 30 minutes, but failing miserably everytime. Sounds embarassing, but I got the “leaks”. I did say “excuse me for smelling like the toilet bowl,” right? Sheez.    (Lately, I discovered I could have avoided this “embarassing moments” but that’s another story for later.)

But anyway, in the 9th month, I remember feeling anxious and excited. Everyday. I wondered when and how I’d deliver the baby. On the day I’d deliver the baby, I was real scared. Good thing the dependable hubster  was there to keep me calm. We were cracking jokes even while in the labor room! 

July19 eleven-something. It was one of the most unforgettable moment of my life.  I remember the pain; it was excruciating. The tears (I don’t fancy waiting for my OB when already “crowning”); unexpected.  ANd then hearing the cries of my dear daughter. It  was unforgettable. Totally.