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21 weeks



Wait... What? 
Earlier this month I went to the obgyn and he said that my pregnancy already entered 21 weeks. Weighing 600grams and he said the baby is 80% girl. Woohooo... 
Ahh with all the packed activities everyday, juggling between my #terrifictwo toddler and my business.. Time shows no sign of slowing down. 

I can't say my 2nd pregnancy is better than the first, cos it is worse indeed. 
Vale is now 16kgs (yup very heavy I know) and I still carry him around. Especially when we're doing groceries or running errands at mall. Lil boy has his own imagination already. And in public places, he's such a mess. Mr D and I just had a heart attack when all of sudden Vale entered the elevator by himself and it was only matter of second before the door closed. How crazy is that. So we have to be fully focus on Vale.. Oh and don't even try to bring escalator subject to the picture. He always run around toward escalator everytime he saw one. And he hates it when we hold his hands. 

Anyway so because of that, I finally carry him before he went bananas. And mostly he wanted to be carry by me only. So my pregnancy is really not in a good condition. I mean, the baby and I are healthy but I feel super super tired. 


However I still manage to talk to my belly at night, feel its presence and the magic of being pregnant. Even though this is the 2nd time, but it still feel magical to me. My heart filled with joy whenever I lay around, Vale came and rub my belly. He said, "Hello baby". I hope he can be a great big brother.. 




And oh, 
Christmas is near! We actually just got back from our short trip to Singapore.  IKR... Singapore again? 
Mr D says the only baby friendly country that near our hometown is Singapore. We can't being selfish by going to somewhere far. Cos we have a toddler that desperately need our attention. He said he doesn't want to waste tons of money for a vacation that we can't enjoy and Vale barely remember. 
He has points. So we have to wait several years to go further. In a meantime, enjoy Singapore! 



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