It’s been a pretty long journey on the road of pregnancy. To many, pregnancy is just a part of a person’s life journey. But to me, it has brought me sweet memories, painful moments as well as times when I simply felt like giving up. Pregnancy during practicum @ NIE is definitely not a small feat, together with all the vomiting and fainting spells, but I’m proud to say that I’ve survived it thru. The initial 3 months was the most hellish part of my pregnancy, to the extent that I wanted to give it up to save on breaking my bond if I cannot fulfill my bond. To be honest, I knew that deep in my heart, if I had managed to survive the practicum period, but I had given up my Rachael in exchange for that, I would have hated myself forever. I refused to scar myself this way, hence I chose to hang on.
I was thankful to have a wonderful husband by my side, who supported me not only physically when I needed those massages on my back, but also emotional love and care which I had been desperate for. Every day, he took my grumbles and cries to his own, and did all the housework that a man will not do. No one can feel more for me than he does. I know that deep inside, he had wanted so much to be the one throwing up every second, crying out in pain every time the stomach throws up even the gastric juice, instead of seeing me being the one to suffer all these for our little Rachael. I prayed to God every day, praying for strength to bring me through this tough period. It was indeed a trying period for us, but we made it through the traumatic stage, hand-in-hand. I appreciate this warm hand of his and also from the support and love from my dearest mother. Without them, there will not be little Rachael still in my womb.
So why set up this blog?? Isn’t pregnancy just another stage of life, just as I’ve said it? But these eight months (and still counting) had made the biggest impact in the 26 years my life, much more than my marriage to Brandon. If not for our little princess, I would not have felt more like a woman. Feeling her kicks every time, and every night makes me more aware of her inside my womb. I hang on strong, even when my work as a teacher has taken a great toil on my health, giving me heartburns and fainting spells. I must keep to my promise made to God, and bring her to this world safely. She gave me us both, life and hope. I’m truly thankful for all these wonderful love showered onto me.
Only 59 more days to Princess Rachael’s arrival... we simply can’t wait to shower her with all our love. And to all well-wishes from our loved ones, we (Brandon and I) thank you, from the bottom of our hearts.
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