A New Life

It was the day after my 24th birthday, we confirmed that the best gift I could possibly have was given to us. April 13, at around 3pm the self-test result was too much to handle:

It was my first time to do such test and the manual says two lines means positive. Prince should be the first to know so I texted him to call me as soon as he wakes up. I shared the good news and we both agreed to go to the clinic on weekend to confirm but we did it on Friday instead. Thus, the confirmation took place:

I am now eight weeks pregnant and my OB-Gyne gave me at least five days bed rest since I've been having colds and cough for the past three days so it's crucial for me to have enough rest. I just had my urinalysis and CBC last Tuesday and will have my first trimester ultrasound soon so I'm really praying that our baby will stay healthy.

For a first time mom-to-be, I can say that this is a really big step up from the bachelorette life. I have different priorities now. It is both exciting and scary at the same time. I'm just so glad that Prince is always around to help me out and make me feel better all the time.

New Pad

I moved out yesterday to the new 2-bedroom apartment that I share with long time good friend, Kuya Glenn. I just had my operation to remove the cyst in my neck two days ago so it was really hard for me to carry heavy things but I was able to do so with the help of Kuya Glenn. Prince has been sick for three days now so he wasn't able to help me out as well.

We finished transferring all my stuff at around 10am [Kuya Glenn and I ended out shifts at 8-9am], took a short rest and went to the department store to get stuff for the house, my new bedroom in particular. I just got those simple basic bedding needs - mattress, pillow, bolster and a night lamp. We went back home and fixed everything before 3pm. My room now feels so light and I can relax all day [I wish I can! haha].I love the sense of independence that I have once again. With how everything is turning out, I know that it's another beginning. A fresh start this 24th year in my life. ♥

Moving Out

For Filipinos who are used to the "close family ties" culture, it's not an easy thing to move out of your parents house unless you're getting married, if you're from a rural area and will be working in the city or will be living outside the country. Sometimes even a married couple still lives in the parent's house simply because they find that the parents are not used to their children living away from their home and vice versa.

Since I am a self proclaimed anti-norm, I started living in my own apartment after I turned 19. It was a small bachelorette's pad with two bedrooms [I am sharing the rent with another female officemate who's often out to her parent's place in Pampanga during weekends], with a small kitchen and dining area, a medium-sized lanai and a huge bathroom. I came back to my parent's house when I am about to finish my last semester in college but I get to keep my full-time job.

My second time to move out was when I left for Singapore. I rented different HDB flats, a mansionette and the last was in a private condo. The most costly thing in that country is paying for rent but it's all worth it as long as you are earning enough to pay for it. I stayed there for more than a year before I decided to go back in the Philippines and stay here for good.

I like being independent. I am now, again, living with my parents for 7 months since I came back and I miss having my own peaceful place although I can't complain that my parent's house is so close to where I am currently working. I've been scouting for an apartment and a very good friend of mine said that the apartment downstairs where they are currently staying is already vacant and is ready for new tenants. I will check it out later today and will be moving out of my parent's house again within this week. It's about 30-minute travel to work but I think it's not that bad. Good luck to me! ☺

Summer Lovin'

Does love means sacrifice? I don't know. Just noticed that when someone loves, it seems like he/she also have to sacrifice something very important or change something about his/her personality. Why does it have to be that way?

I blame it in overrated TV drama series and most things in the media. Love is supposed to be the most positive idea in the entire world. It's supposed to be simple yet very special. When two people love each other, it means acceptance, trust, loyalty, respect and understanding all-in-one. God made the people in His own image but each one is called an individual because everyone is different. Remember that unconditional love doesn't even attempt to change anything in your partner because that is how he/she is. Change will come in his/her own will and you wouldn't have to initiate it. The way people change may be something not everybody will like but it's an individual choice. I know, it's such a huge word - UNCONDITIONAL LOVE. A person will either commit to it or do otherwise. This is after all, a life full of choices.