Being pregnant means I have extra of everything, from extra fats anywhere to extra sensitivity of emotions to extra mix of feelings. So if my old me is a cry baby, I am cry baby now times two.
Last Sunday, my daughter Yena together with her cousins marched down the altar to give stipend on the offertory. I was so proud of her that my eyes started to get wet with tears while I sung the offertory song with the choir. I have to look at different directions – to the wall, to the laminate flooring of the church and to the altars just to hide that I was crying. I was so overjoyed seeing her smiling while she handed down the white envelope to our parish priest. She is such a joy to watch!
I was reading the news about the workers of the Fukushima Daichi Powerplant now and i started to felt a lump in my throat. As if I would burst into tears, on how heroic their deeds are to offer their lives just so millions could be saved from the possible radiation scare – not only in Japan but all over the world.
I know I would have this extra of everything even until I deliver my baby number 2, but this is what I am. If there’s no tears on good or bad news – that would not be me.
Little Yena is a big girl now…she grows too fast Mareng Niks whoot. I can relate to your feeling as I myself will react the same way seeing our precious child.
How are you btw, do you experience infancipating? waah that’s the hard part of being “buntis” hahaha. Take care..
Miss you mare.. mwahness..