Hope

I suppose I can start with the usual I've-been-neglecting-this-blog line but that's already been the case since the previous posts. There's been too much going on, really. Sometimes, it seems way too much. Yet, what else can we expect out of life?

So really, what it boils down to is: where do I begin?

Name Switch

I decided to rename this blog since I don't really feel that 'anime-like-life' fits me quite as well as it used to. I have a lingering fondness for anime yet I no longer have the same need to view it or see it or know what's been going on. I'll leave that to Mattie (who seems to have gotten my old love for anime).

I used to look at my life based on it's sudden highs and just as sudden pitfalls. Pretty much like riding a roller-coaster. So all in all, it's just been constant transition for me. Hence the name (Yes, not particularly world-shattering. Better than nothing.)

Peanut Pie ♥

Prior to my vacation, my biggest worry was that I'd get -erm- lady troubles at the beach. As it turned out, I had nothing to worry about--or did I? The vacation was stressful, the travel was tiring, and I may have had a bit more than a half a glass of Tequila Sunrise. April had started and still no monthly flux. So it was time to go visit a doctor.

It was weird, I wasn't showing any symptoms at all. Quick trip to Asian, saw a new doctor since my old one was as useful as a fart in a bottle. I liked the new doctor, she paid attention to my concerns and she had a sense of humor. According to her calculations, I should have been around 6 weeks along. She referred us to the Women's Health Center at the other wing of Asian for an ultrasound. I was certainly relieved. The previous doctor had me go all the way to Festival Mall and the cost was waaaaay too high.

End of it all, I was 7 weeks and 2 days along. Expected month of arrival: November. I called my dad almost immediately afterwards. He was happy about it (he actually said he approved). Methinks, he's particularly fond of Caleb. After the check-up, it was time for the weekly family lunch with beloved's lola and his aunts. We told them the news and I swear, tears sprang up with the outpouring of congratulations and hugs.

Beloved and I decided to call the baby Peanut while we weren't sure if it was a boy or a girl.

As Things Are

I'm heading to six months this week. Peanut is super active with the little kicks that pepper my belly throughout the day. Peanut is particularly attached to its father. I'm fine with it (regardless of how I complain about it). I'm just ecstatic about this pregnancy. I was confined for around 4 days early this month though. Same thing as the previous pregnancy: Hypokalemia. Thankfully, I recovered faster than before and the baby wasn't affected in the least. No reduced heart rate. No need to be confined in the ICU section of the maternity ward.

If anything, Peanut is one aggro baby. Peanut likes to kick the doppler wand whenever they chance upon his/her location in the belly and then squirms off to a different location. Lots of blood tests. Arm looked like a pincushion. But I'm just...thankful. Caleb's lola called me her granddaughter.

I'm really looking forward to meeting this baby. I know Peanut's dad really can't wait either. Beloved just loves talking to the baby bump and the baby immediately responds with little kicks.