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Hello baby....



Girl ? Boy?
As long as you're healthy we wouldn't mind what gender you are :) you're still one of a kind and the center of our universe. X





EDIT

Just a little pregnancy update. I posted this pic on my instagram and everyone like, "what bump?" "you shouldn't call it a bump yet" and yada yada.... While on the other hand, my friend (who two weeks earlier than me) posted her baby bump pic and it's nowhere near mine! I started to worry cos I still haven't get any visible bump yet. It's getting there, but you know, it's not that bump-y (if you know what I mean). I've gained 5 kgs though.... Should I be worry?  Pictured below is me in my 2nd, 3rd, and 4th month.. Slowly but sure I started to lose my curvy figure, my 23.5" then waist is now about 26.5". Whoa. In my wildest dream, my post-maternity body will be back to how it used to.. *keep dreaming*



Anyway, doctor's appointment is something I look forward to each month. I wish I can take home that USG machine! The feeling when you see your baby in that tiny screen and hear its heartbeat is unreal.. Two months ago we saw our baby kicked and just yesterday I felt it inside my belly. It's a strange motion, something I've never felt before (duh!) Last month, we watched our baby suck its thumb. How cute! But still, we haven't find out the sex. We're going again tonight, hopefully we can see more clearly about its gender and all. AH excited!! I'm considering 4D USG, but we have to discuss it with our doctor first.

Other than that, I guess I feel nothing serious. I can still fall in deep sleep at night, my appetite is fine and my bathroom visit is also coming back to normal.  Thank God. 

Tick tock tick tock... 4PM come faster! :')





EDIT #2

We're having a BOY!!!!


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