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I'm officially 9 months pregnant. 
Entering this 9th month of pregnancy, I think it's finally taken its toll. 
I never sleep well during the night, cos I have to go back and forth to the toilet. As well as troubled breathing and I can't seem find the right sleep position. Worst of all, I'm sweating all the time. FYI: I've chopped my hair. I might turn on the AC, but it makes my throat uncomfortable to sleep all night with AC on. And oh, the itchiness haunted me again, which makes me think about those horrible stretch marks. I hope I don't get one in the end. finger crossed.

On the other hand, I'm excited too.. To finally reach "its time" to meet him, the center of my universe. Though it can be weeks away. I even thinking about going under the knife. But the intention to have a normal delivery is still strong. Although C-section is now an option, IF I overdue and the ob/gyn tell me to have an induction, then I will choose C-section right away. I don't believe in induction. Many people who have induction ends on surgery table. 

Awry. I think that's the right word to describe what I'm currently feeling.. 
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If we're looking back to my pregnancy journey, I've been so blessed with many things.. I didn't suffer from nausea, I didn't get sick, I went on to babymoon with my darling husband, I had a chance to arrange my baby's needs with a quite flexible budget, and most of all.. My baby has been very healthy (at least that's what my ob/gyn said). His estimated weight the last time I USG was 3.1kg. 

 It's been a fantastic journey. I can say that I'm one of that lucky pregnant lady. Coping with those situations, I think problems I'm facing right now are tolerable eh? I just need to control myself and not letting negativity get the best of me. The clock is ticking anyway. I have to be patient just a little bit more.

 Meanwhile, here are some photos from my maternity shoot.. DO enjoy :) 
*courtesy of Storia Photoworks*

baby on its way

valentino :)

noticing my new much shorter do?
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