First Pic

Last Sept. 20, 2006 I had a transvaginal ultrasound. My OB-Gyne wanted to check how my baby was doing as I reported unusual brownish discharge for more than a week. I also felt feverish the whole time. I was given some meds, ordered to take some bed rest if it persists, and have the ultrasound to check if the baby is doing okay. Earlier, I had been scouring the net for any possible explanation of what I was experiencing at that time because based on my first 2 pregnancies, the discharges were unusual.

I went there alone, without my husband, who was left with the 2 kids. I wanted to be the first one to know the result, whatever it may be. There was a long list of patients that day, so I had to wait. When my turn came, I was asked to take a pee first, disrobe and lie on the examining bed. I looked around and tried to see what kind of object would be used for the ultrasound. I have undergone the usual unltrasound before but never a transvaginal one. I knew beforehand that it requires insertion of the scanning instrument into the vagina. I saw the ultrasound machine beside me, and the rather elongated scanning tool, wrapped in condom (or so it seems).
Then the doctor came and made me comfortable and whipped up the tip of the scanning tool with some clear cream and without saying much, inserted the tool just at the opening. Whew! For a moment there I felt my whole body tensed because I was expecting the whole tool to be inserted. Good thing it wasn't necessary.

Then I was asked to look at the monitor while the doctor pointed out to me baby's head and heart. When the process was over as soon as it started, I knew then that there was nothing wrong with the baby. I felt the same kind of pride, love and excitement while seeing my little baby in the monitor. The feeling has always been the same, I felt my responsibility in looking after my baby's development.




Here, take a peek at baby's first pic.

Hooray! A Baby is on the way!

It was the least expected happening this year. Not that first 2 pregnancies were expected. They weren't either. All of them have been results of a botched and unreliable fertile-unfertile days practice, which I call the 5-days before and 5-days after method.

Nevertheless, what has always come as an initial shock always becomes happy expectations.

Right now, my eldest is a 3-year old bundle of unrelentless laughter and energy, while the 1-year old turned out to be an amazing dancer who dances to just about any tune that he hears from the TV set, stereo, nearby videoke sounds, and yes, even ringtones.


I wonder how this little person inside me will turn out to be by the time he/she reaches their age. I hope this one will turn out to be the "singer" in the family.