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.