Women my age don't get knocked up easily. Or so I thought. It takes a lot longer to get pregnant again. Or so I was told. But I guess, we were hoodwinked. It only took less than two months of unprotected love making to miss a period. While the news was one of the best we received, it honestly got us a little bit alarmed than excited.
Oh shit, are we ready for this?
Obviously, we're not. But anytime from 4 to 7 weeks now, we will have two handful kids with a 19-month age gap.
2021 took so many twists and turns. But despite the grey skies that have been looming since 2020 that honestly seems like a hundred years ago, there have been those little ray of lights that seeped through from time to time. And as this year comes to a close, I would like to express my gratitude to all the people and the small wins that helped me get where I currently am: happy and contented.
I am and will always grateful for having a loving family (including my in-laws), my maka-ugtas but adorable sons (plus our baby girl on the way), supportive friends, and the selfless frontliners among others. But for this post, I am giving the spotlight to the husband, Jan.
I know, I know. If I write about him one more time, makasuka na. But I could not help it. Taking care of a toddler while pregnant, losing my passion, unable to travel and destress, and having no job to keep me preoccupied during this pandemic would make me lose my shit. But I didn't. And that's mostly because of him.
So here are 21 reasons why I am grateful to the husband who makes my life happier, easier, and sweeter:
If there is one positive influence I have on Jan, it has got to be this.
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It was twelve years ago when I pushed a giant papaya out of my lady parts. And fifteen months ago, I did the same thing. I wish I could say that having a baby at 24 isn't all that different from doing it at 35. But nope. I sneezed my first born out. The second one, however, felt like those exaggerated, nowhere near accurate depictions of labor and childbirth in movies. Except, it was real albeit there was no moaning, screaming, or howling on my part. My doctor had to break my water because my labor was not progressing and a few hours later, I was still stuck at 6cm.
It was excruciating.
I take pride in my DIY skills.
I was born creative. But if we're going to be honest here, I only do it because I am cheap practical. If I can do something with what's available, I will do it if it means saving more money for better things like books I don't get to read.
I don't go great lengths though. I know little of carpentry and nothing of plumbing, robotics, pottery, nor baking—if that's what you're thinking. But I do love crafting. I'm good at repurposing broken and useless household items to even more useless stuff.