on getting married
2012 was a horny year and I have a lot of pregnant friends to prove it. I just hope the orgasm that made their baby was un-freakin-believable. After all, there's a lot of crap to go through when you're pregnant.
I wanted our wedding to be a celebration, I wanted all our friends and family to be there, I wanted to have fun, get drunk, get really mushy while saying my vows, be all beautiful and glowy (?), I wanted a wedding that was made for the two of us. Not a wedding made out of convenience. I don't want my reasons to be: I got married because we're going to have a baby and we need the papers settled or because society might see me as a tramp for getting knocked up before marriage so I'm doing some damage control or my parents want me to or God needs me to.
Lastly, I raise my glass of chocolate milk to all mothers & mothers-to-be out there, married or not married. I SALUTE ALL OF YOU. Your decision may not be the same as mine but I know it took a lot of courage and will power to get wherever you are now. So, a clench fist salute!
Broken Promise
I know, I know. I promised I would document everything, I promised I would write more, I promised I would take pictures etc. I broke all of those promises. (sob)
It's just that the first trimester was HORRIBLE! Horrible is an understatement. It was HELL! Absolute hell!
The nausea did not stop until the end of the 3rd month. I was vomiting all day. I practically lived in our bathroom for 3 months. I smelled like puke 24/7. My new best friend was our toilet bowl.
I always felt hungry and when I'm eating I felt like I'm the happiest person in the world. But that happiness is short-lived. Give it about 10 minutes, I would be rushing back to the bathroom and puking again.
When I'm not puking, I just feel exhausted. I would sometimes lie down in bed thinking I'll just relax a little, after a puking session, and the next thing I know I've been asleep for an hour already.
On the rare occasion that I do feel good, I would work. Bills aren't going to pay themselves esp. hospital bills. So, I continued to work. I wanted to resign or file a maternity leave so so bad but being pregnant and having a baby can be quite expensive so I kept on working.
That is why I broke my promises. I didn't expect it to be this hard. I always thought of myself as tough but then again no one can really prepare for pregnancy. (can they?) No one can really imagine it unless otherwise they've experienced it.
Now, I am on my 3rd trimester. So, I just want to shout it out there: I FREAKIN SURVIVED! ^_^
There. I'll post an update on my pregnancy status next time, after my "gender-check-and-is-the-baby-normal-check" ultrasound. I'm crossing my fingers that Tuka will be a girl. Henden is crossing his fingers hoping that Tuka will be a boy. We actually made a bet. I hope I'll win.