TalkativeBrain & RestlessFeet

Whatever. Wherever. Whoever. Whenever. However.

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The easiest way to achieve the Tagalog quote "masandal tulog" is to have a child

Mrs. CaTGi

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A mother's hand is amazing. No matter how small or big we think our hand is it will always be the perfect size to hold and support your child's head.

Mrs. caTGi

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3⃣5⃣

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I felt like I've been unproductive this past weeks. There are so many things I wish to do but can't get anything done. Time is passing fast and just going down the drain. The wasted moments is making me feel uneasy, as if I am missing a lot. I wish to be out in the open, I wish to explore and learn new things but then something is holding me back. I am missing so many people yet I am against going out. Now I feel sleepy and tired as if I missed a night of sleep and as if I work my butt off. Ugh, so many things! I can't even put most of it into words.

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The moment a woman finds out that she is pregnant, is also the moment where she change.

Mrs. CaTGi

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3⃣3⃣weeks

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I was about to take my calcium supplement after I opened one of my pregnancy app on my phone. When I saw that my baby bump is now 32 weeks and 4 days, I was surprise then I though, "Was it already that long? But I don't feel like letting my baby go anywhere near soon." I suddenly became worried. This world can be very harsh sometimes and I don't think my baby is ready for that, and I am not even ready for my baby to face that. I found myself, hoping that the coming weeks will be a drag and that 24 hours will feel like 24 and not 12. I'm not ready to give birth, I feel like keeping my baby within me for as long as I can though I know I can only have him max for 40weeks and a bit more if overdue.

I recently saw an article about a mom being bored with her pregnancy and I can't fathom any of it.

Indeed, everyone is different. She's tired of being pregnant while on this side of the world, one pregnant is dreaming for a 45 weeks of pregnancy. Ha! The odds of the world! But the reality and ending is, one day, both pregnant will give birth to another human, and hopefully, both will be a good mother regardless of their attitude towards pregnancy.

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3⃣2⃣ weeks!

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8⃣ months of love

MommyLove

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3⃣0⃣ weeks & counting

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For everything that our relationship has overcome and surpass, thank You!

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2⃣8⃣ weeks & counting

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Please be back by 3pm for your results (groan)

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Even if you were thrown back to the old pit you know you must be in, if it's not welcomed by your heart, you'll just keep on climbing out

NowhereRN

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Urine and Blood

I told myself that from now on, I will force myself to prevent from writing about negative things in my tumblr. But my fingers can't help it. Today, I went back to 'THIS' hospital. The hospital I promise myself that I will avoid entering. The place where hurtful and disgusting memory happened. I must get out of here but I need to do this laboratory for my baby and myself and this is my physician's ideal hospital where I can give birth.

The place improve. New structures, the ward expanded. They increase in staff but I still am able to identify some but I won't try too hard to remember. Too painful to recall but I just can't help but remember. I hate this place. I am a nurse and I've been here so many times before. I had good memories in this place but there are bad memories that makes you want to forget even the good ones.

I was nearing the end of my lab test. Only an hour to go, another urine collection and blood extraction and hopefully, if I can still drive without eating something before I leave this place I'll go ahead and speed up. Unfortunately, I am nearing the end of having my head high. I dont feel hungry right now but I know my baby is. He/she keeps on moving, restless, something that happenes usually at bed time. My head feels light too. I know I still can drive but to go and put my baby even in a slightest danger is something i can't afford. When I'm done with my labs, I'll eat nonetheless.

As I wait for the final hour, employees kept on arriving at their attendance area which is near me. I can see them leaving and coming. Then came she. The nurse who....who witness what happened. The only person who can help me back then but didn't. I felt betrayed again. Sitting here, I wanted to cry. Too awful. Suddenly it all came back down to my memory lane and I remember their faces again. His face...not again!

Thankfully, people are starting to flock in. Staff, patients, relatives... New faces. My mind is flying together with all these new things around. I'm glad the painful memory of the past is slowly fading. But of course I know at some point it will be back. I felt my tummy. Much as I want to avoid rubbing it now I want, no, I need too. My baby. I must be strong for my baby. My husband can't be here so I must try harder. I must be stronger. My age is almost out of the calendar, this should mean something. These years of love, family, laughter and joy that I recently had can't be in vain. Today, I already had strangers who are for no reason are smiling at me. I woke up and the first person I saw and heard is my husband. I felt my baby moved. I chatted with my family. That is enough. Enough for me to move on. Seeing one person from the past won't ruin my day. I had too much of the blessings I know I don't even deserve and that is enough.

Time's up! It's almost 8:15 in the morning. I must collect another urine specimen and have another 3cc of blood drawn from... I don't know what arm. I am grateful. Nope, this is not a negative post. It's a post about me moving on.

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Sooo me. #Sensitive