My little pandesal

Okay, the news is out.

There is a pandesal (bun) in my oven, hihihi.

there's a bun in my oven

Actually my husband and I announced it officially some two weeks ago only, just a few days over the first trimester. We wanted to make sure, that’s why we waited this long.

A friend and co-volunteer joked that, apparently, I was working on a different “project” after coming home from my volunteer stint in Kenya, lol.  Actually, we have been planning for this even before I left but it’s only last year that we were successful. This baby is eight years in the making. I was actually praying for my older sister to get pregnant  first but, somehow, fate played a joke and I was the one who got pregnant. Not that I’m complaining. Nah-ah.

My little boy, who is now eight years old, will be a Kuya (older brother) soon. He still doesn’t get it but he once told us that he doesn’t like a girl. Oh boy. We want a girl; hopefully we’ll have a girl 🙂

Regardless of the gender, I am so over the moon that we are having another little one in the family. Everyone in the family is. I’m happy that the baby is healthy and growing normally despite my (call-center) work schedule. The downside is that, even after the first trimester, I am still experiencing morning sickness – vomiting, mostly.

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