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Valentine’s Day CAS – 29w3d

Today, February 14, 2026, Valentine’s Day, was all about love, patience, and a little bit of rushing. Sammy and I woke up around 6am, thinking the clinic opened at 9am. When I rechecked, it was actually 8am, first come first serve. So we scrambled, booked Grab, and arrived at Marikina OB GYN Ultrasound Clinic around 8:30am. The doctor wasn’t there yet, but the assistants were already moving with such an organized system that even waiting felt okay. The sonologist arrived at 9am, and by 10:30am, it was finally our turn. Two hours of waiting, but worth it.

I felt nervous before laying down on the bed, my mind racing with all the what-ifs. The Congenital Anomaly Scan (CAS) is one of the most detailed ultrasounds in pregnancy. It checks the baby’s organs, bones, and overall development to rule out major structural problems like heart defects, kidney issues, or cleft lip. Even at 29 weeks, the scan still gives valuable information about growth and anatomy.

When the screen lit up, I saw him. His heartbeat was steady at 159 bpm. His face, his tiny hands and feet, all there.

The sonologist went through each part: brain structures, spine, heart chambers, stomach, kidneys, bladder, umbilical cord, limbs. Everything appeared normal. No congenital anomaly seen at the time of scan. Sammy was called in after the measurements, and I saw the proud look on his face as he watched our baby boy.

One moment that really shocked me was when I saw his feet. Just a few weeks ago they looked so small, but now they’re so big. That explains why his kicks feel so strong lately. I can already see my tummy move from my point of view whenever he pushes. It’s amazing to connect what I feel with what I saw on the screen.

What the Measurements Mean

Growth and Biometry

BPD (Biparietal Diameter): 7.40 cm – width of the baby’s head, consistent with 29w5d.

HC (Head Circumference): 26.67 cm – head size, aligned with 29w.

AC (Abdominal Circumference): 24.83 cm – tummy size, matched 29w.

FL (Femur Length): 5.16 cm – thigh bone, slightly smaller, closer to 27w5d.

EFW (Estimated Fetal Weight): 1216 ± 184 g (2 lbs 12 oz) – at the 15th percentile, meaning baby is smaller than average but still within normal range.

Brain and Nervous System

Cerebellum: 3.41 cm – matches 28w5d, reassuring for brain growth.

Posterior Nuchal Fold: 0.39 cm – normal thickness, rules out certain chromosomal issues.

Cisterna Magna: 0.49 cm – fluid space behind the brain, normal.

Ventricles, Choroid Plexus, Midline structures – all appeared normal.

Heart and Chest

Four-chamber view: Normal – confirms proper heart structure.

Outflow tracts: Intact – blood flow through major vessels is normal.

Cardio-thoracic ratio: 44% – heart size compared to chest size, within normal range.

Abdomen and Organs

Stomach bubble: Present – baby is swallowing amniotic fluid, normal.

Kidneys: Right 3.31 x 1.87 cm, Left 3.49 x 2.06 cm – both normal.

Bladder: Fluid-filled – shows kidneys are working.

Placenta and Amniotic Fluid

Placenta: Anterior, Grade II, High-lying – normal maturity, safe position.

AFI (Amniotic Fluid Index): 18.08 cm – adequate fluid, normal range is 8–24 cm.

Bones and Limbs

Humerus: Left 4.76 cm, Right 4.58 cm

Radius: Left 3.85 cm, Right 3.65 cm

Ulna: Left 4.01 cm, Right 3.94 cm

Femur: Left 5.19 cm, Right 5.16 cm

Tibia: Left 4.67 cm, Right 4.61 cm

Fibula: Left 4.76 cm, Right 4.65 cm

Foot length: Left 5.73 cm, Right 5.43 cm

Fingers and toes: All present and normal

These bone measurements confirm symmetry and normal development.

Sex

Male, confirmed again during the scan.

Estimated Date of Confinement (EDC)

Based on my last menstrual period, the EDC was April 29, 2026. The ultrasound adjusted it slightly to May 3, 2026, based on fetal biometry. This small difference is common and not concerning. Doctors usually stick to the original EDC unless the difference is more than two weeks.

After the Scan

After the CAS, we rushed to Marikina Valley Medical Center to see Dr. Purugganan, worried because she’s only there until noon. Luckily, we made it before 11am. We sat down with Dra. Katrina and asked her a million questions about my night shifts, my approaching EDD, and my glucose results. She looked at my labs and said everything passed. She even wondered if my OGTT at 8 weeks was really accurate since it was so high back then, but now everything’s fine. Another sigh of relief. Another answered prayer.

Looking Ahead

Out of curiosity and excitement, I even asked Gemini to generate what our baby might look like as a newborn and at 1 year old, based on the ultrasound and our photos. Of course, it’s just AI imagination, but it made me smile. I can’t wait to see him personally, to hold him, and to watch him grow.

I am very thankful for my husband, because he keeps on supporting us even if it’s hard. Time, money, and everything I need, he’s always there. After the appointments, we ate outside, did grocery shopping, and went back home. He’s now sleeping as I write this blog. I thank the Lord that everything is normal and our baby is growing well. Just a few weeks more. Mommy will be strong for you.

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Our Fifth OB Visit – December 8, 2025 (The Ultrasound That Spilled the Gender)

Hi Baby,

You are now almost 20 weeks, or 5 months.

Ang bilis. Parang kahapon lang gumagapang pa si mommy sa first trimester, tapos ngayon, nasa kalagitnaan na tayo ng second trimester. Today is our fifth OB visit, and also the day we finally found out your gender.

We woke up at 4:30 am to prepare. Maaga talaga kasi si Daddy need mag take ng pre-employment medical tests sa Dagupan at 6am, and plan namin na right after, uuwi kami ng Lingayen for our OB check-up at 10am. The lab clinic in Dagupan opens at 6 am, so we left early to catch the first few slots. Tahimik pa yung daan. Madilim pa, at pareho kami ni daddy mo na composed and excited for the day.

Dumeretso na kami at nakarating sa lab clinic.

Your dad took everything he needed for his requirements. X-ray, physical exam, blood test, urinalysis. Busy siya sa habang ako nanonood o nakaabang lang, assisting him in whatever he might need. Nakakatawa lang kasi I think this is going to be the first corporate company na papasukan niya. Well, more formal kumbaga, unlike his previous companies na "Construction field" coded na yung mga medical tests ay usually nasa mobile car, or sometimes di na kailangan.

Sobrang bilis lang siya tinawag at dun na din siya nag-ipon ng specimens niya.

Natapos kami around 7:30am and ate breakfast at Jollibee Dagupan. We ordered tapsilog and chicken breakfast meal. As usual, naguiguilty si mommy tuwing kakain siya ng rice. But I always think that we need it for the day's energy. It's okay as long as ma buburn ko siya agad.

By this time, I messaged your Lola if Tito Reymart is already awake to ask favor na magpunta sa OB at magpa schedule for us since baka malate kami ng uwi. Then Lola said siya nalang since nasa bayan siya. Fun fact: My OB was Lola's OB when she's carrying me. Now I'm carrying you. So our OB really has a lot of experience already, you could tell cause I'm already 28 :)

After eating, we drove back to Lingayen, nakarating ng 8:30am and we went straight to OB to check our schedule. Number 7 pa kami, so nag-ikot muna kami sa Lingayen at umuwi saglit sa Baay to check the technician na naglilinis nung dalawang aircon ng apartment. We waited for a while and went back to OB at around 11am.

Pagdating namin sa OB clinic, sakto hindi masyadong puno. After a short wait, tinawag na kami.

When the ultrasound started, ayan ka na naman. Galaw dito, galaw doon. First is the dopler, the assistant was so good in finding your heartbeat! Nahihirapan ako hanapin siya myself. So her finding your heartbeat, ok na, pwede na kami umuwi, char. Then here's Doc again doing ultrasound.. "Kamusta..Magalaw na si baby?" She asked. "Yes doc" I proudly said. Your dad sitting at the side again watching the monitor as doc started the ultrasound. Then there you are. Ang laki mo na. Healthy ka. Clear lahat ng measurements mo. And everything looks good according to Dr. Portia.

She eventually asked if we want to know the gender, and we said yes but i enclose nalang muna para magka gender reveal kami. She proceeded to find the legs, pero the position is hard. “Mommy, move a little to your left para makita natin yung paa.” So I did. Then si Daddy mo, naka-smirk na agad. “Parang nakita ko na.”

Doc laughed and said, “Hindi ko masyado makita… pero hindi ako magkakamali.”

Then she said, “Okay, pinapikit ko muna kayo ha, isusulat ko dito.”

Daddy covered his eyes obediently. Mommy, on the other hand… makulit as usual. I glanced at the monitor a little, not knowing na doon pala isusulat ni doc. Tapos biglang lumabas yung words.

“BABY BOY.”

Ayun na. Tawa lahat sa clinic. Si doc, si assistant, pati si Daddy. Sabi ni Doc, “Hala tumingin si Ma'am!” then she laughed so hard. Daddy didn’t see anything though, so safe pa rin yung “surprise,” kahit nadulas na ako.

On the way home, we talked about it. I told him properly. A boy. You are a boy.

To be honest, we wanted a girl. Pero nung nakita ko yung words sa screen, nawala agad yung kung ano mang expectation. Parang tama lang. Parang ikaw talaga dapat. And I felt peace about it right away.

And Baby… we already have your name. It’s not out there yet. But soon. But it starts with S too, like your dad!

After the ultrasound, kinuha namin yung prescriptions and vitamins.

Uuwi kami tonight pagod pero ang gaan ng loob. You are healthy. You are growing fast. And now we finally know a little bit more about you.

A baby boy. Our baby boy.

Thank you for showing up today, for kicking me at the perfect moments, and for slowly letting Mommy and Daddy know who you are becoming. Stay warm inside, Baby. We’re doing our best out here.

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Our Fourth OB Visit – November 6, 2025

Our Second Trimester Journey

Read first: Our Third OB Visit – October 20, 2025

You are already almost 15weeks today!

Funny thing — your dad actually forgot to make an appointment. We were all set to go yesterday, already planning our clothes and timing, until he double-checked his messages and the schedule that night and realized something. He said, “Wait, Friday pala yung clinic!” He thought the visit was for Thursday, and we both just laughed and nervous when he realized he had mixed up the days.

I knew he was already thinking of solution, I am too. These little things happen. So that night, November 5, we messaged the clinic, hoping they’d still allow us even though we hadn’t booked early. The message was left on “seen,” so I wasn’t expecting much. But the next morning, while your dad was already at work, they replied that we could come today. It felt like things were falling into place again.

That morning, me and Dina (our helper) were cleaning the house as usual. I was cooking sinigang for lunch — the kind that fills the whole house with that tangy smell of sampalok. I remember standing by the stove, warm and humid, when your dad called. His voice was a bit hurried. He said, “Prepare after lunch, we’re going. I’m coming home early.” I said okay, then told Dina about our plan so she could finish her chores before we left.

After I turned off the stove, I took a quick bath and prepared my things. I wore the same blue dress I wore during our first OB visit — my little lucky dress. It’s comfortable and soft, and I thought maybe it would bring us good news again. Your dad didn’t change out of his work clothes; he just brushed off some dust from his uniform and still changed his bulky safety shoes. It looked funny with his casual polo, but that’s your dad — practical, no fuss.

Before we left, I fixed our documents, arranged my prenatal records neatly in a folder, and rewrote my glucose monitoring results on a clean sheet of paper for Dr. Portia. I wanted everything to be organized. I also checked if I had my water bottle and snacks ready, just in case we had to wait long.

When we arrived at the clinic, the secretary handed us the patient list, and I saw our number — 22. I looked at your Dad and sighed. They were still at number 8. I could already feel the heat rising from my skin, so I told your dad I’d wait outside for a while. The place was packed. It was one of those humid afternoons where the air felt heavy, and every fan in the room was pointed somewhere else except where you’re sitting.

We decided not to wait it out inside. There’s a barber shop nearby along Boulevard that your dad likes, just a few minutes away from the clinic, so we drove there. He badly needed a haircut anyway. I love that barber shop — it’s small but cozy, and they always play good music. They have this long couch by the wall, and I always end up napping there while he gets his hair done. And that’s exactly what happened — I rested, listened to the soft hum of clippers, and even dozed off for a bit.

After more than an hour, your dad was done, freshly trimmed and looked like Kim Jong Un again. He looked happy, maybe because he finally got that haircut he’s been postponing for days. We drove back to the clinic, which was only two minutes away. We parked and waited inside the clinic. I checked the number — they were at number 10-12. After around 20-30 minutes, I heard my name being called. Finally, it was our turn. Turned out, there were girls that already left before their turn, that fast tracked me.

Inside, they checked my weight — still at 75 kilograms, the same as my second OB visit. It might be because of my diet, and I think it was a good sign that I’m maintaining well despite my GDM. My blood pressure was a little high, but that was probably because we had walked a bit under the sun before reaching the clinic.

Then came the moment I was waiting for — the ultrasound. As soon as the image appeared on the screen, there you were. Our little one, moving so much! You were kicking and turning, like you were dancing in there. Your dad was grinning from ear to ear, watching the monitor like he couldn’t believe his eyes. It was his first time seeing your tiny hands and feet clearly. Your bones are already formed. He even took a video on his phone.

I couldn’t stop smiling. Every heartbeat, every little movement — it felt magical. For a moment, I forgot all about the heat, the waiting, even the earlier mix-up with the schedule. Everything felt right again. Dr. Portia said you’re doing great, healthy and active. She then referred me to an endocrinologist to monitor my sugar more closely, just to make sure everything stays safe for both of us.

After the appointment, we went straight to the pharmacy and bought all the new prescriptions — calcium, aspirin, and some vitamins. The paper bag felt heavy but in a comforting way, like a small reminder that we’re doing everything we can to keep you healthy.

On our way home, we stopped by at Lolo and Lola’s house. We shared the news that you were already kicking hard! We stayed there for a bit, had merienda, and shared stories about the day.

By the time we got home, it's already almost bedtime. I went straight to bed. I watched the ultrasound again — our tiny avocado-sized baby.

I felt tired but content. It was a long day — from the heat, the waiting, the driving around, and your dad’s funny mix-up. But it turned out perfect anyway. We got to see you again, healthy and strong.

That night, as I lay in bed, I placed my hand over my belly and whispered, “Thank you for staying strong, baby.” Moments like this remind me that even small mistakes or delays can still lead to good days.

Your dad might have forgotten the appointment, but he never forgets to take care of us. And that blue dress — maybe it really is my lucky one.

We can’t wait to see you again at our next visit, little one.

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The Other Side of Pregnancy: How I Faced My Gestational Diabetes

I used to think pregnancy was as simple as hearing your baby’s heartbeat and you’re good. You wait for the next visit, take your vitamins, and count the weeks until you finally meet your little one. But I was wrong. Pregnancy comes with layers of care—tests, measurements, and numbers you never thought you’d worry about. It’s not just about the baby growing, it’s about how your body adjusts and fights for both of you. I slowly realized that it takes more than excitement and prayers for a pregnancy to prosper. It takes awareness, discipline, and a whole lot of patience.

During my second OB appointment at 8 weeks, my doctor, Dr. Portia, told me to take an OGTT test soon. At that time, I didn’t think much about it. I was still adjusting to my new routine—working, running our small business, keeping up with the house—and honestly, I delayed it. I finally went to the lab at 11 weeks, three weeks later than I was supposed to. I even laughed at myself, saying, I’m really bad at this, but deep down, I knew I had to get it done.

That morning, I went to the clinic fasting. No food, no coffee, just water. The nurse took my first blood sample, then gave me a small plastic cup filled with a clear, sweet liquid. It was the glucose drink, and super sweet like melted candy. I had to finish it in five minutes. The taste stayed in my mouth as I went back to our house and wait for my next blood draw. Every hour, they called me again—three times total. The first test, then after one hour, then after two hours. I felt lightheaded and tired, my stomach empty, but I kept thinking, Just a few more hours and I can eat.

When the results came out a few days later, my world went quiet for a moment. The numbers were high. It didn’t pass. I didn’t know what to think. I panicked. All I could do was stare at the paper and imagine what it could mean for my baby. I feel bad for my baby. I kept thinking about the Toblerone I ate 2 days before taking the test, the Potato Corners that my husband was buying after work, the extra rice, comfort foods, and all the cravings that I ate during first trimester. I have eaten a lot, I admit. I was always hungry.

That’s when I learned about Gestational Diabetes Mellitus (GDM)—a condition where a woman develops high blood sugar during pregnancy. According to medical sources, it happens because pregnancy hormones interfere with how your body uses insulin, making your blood sugar rise even if you didn’t change your diet much. It’s more common than most people realize, but still, when it happens to you, it feels personal. It made me realize how delicate pregnancy really is, how even a small imbalance can turn into a big concern if you don’t act fast.

So, at 12 weeks, I decided to take control. I told myself, I’ll learn this. I’ll manage it. I started with my meals. I removed sugar completely, limited or even eliminated rice, and began eating in smaller, more balanced portions. Every label in our pantry, I started reading "Carbohydrates". I checked packets of crackers, noodles, even milk, to see how many carbs and sugars they had. It became part of my day—learning what I could eat and what I should avoid.

My meals became simple but intentional. Breakfast was usually boiled eggs with sautéed green beans or ampalaya. Lunch was grilled chicken or fish with a mix of vegetables—broccoli, carrots, cabbage, lettuce, kangkong, or okra. Sometimes tofu with cucumber and tomatoes. Dinner was light, mostly stir-fried mixed veggies with fish or tofu. I also started drinking more water and fresh green juice from S&R.

It wasn’t easy. There were days when I missed sweet things so much. I’d open the fridge and look at Leche Flans we made for our lechon business, like leche flan, and just sigh. I’d tell myself, Not now. I replaced my cravings with vegetables or a small bite of fruit, sometimes just a spoon of peanut butter when I really needed it.

Every day, I checked my blood sugar using my glucometer. Sometimes I’d get 95, sometimes 105, sometimes lower, sometimes higher. I noticed my post-meal readings were getting better, but my fasting still didn’t want to cooperate. That’s when my OB explained that fasting glucose is often the hardest to control because it’s affected by hormones and how your body handles sugar overnight. That made sense. It also made me realize I had to stop being so hard on myself.

I started walking after meals, even just around the house or outside for ten minutes. It helped lower my readings and made me feel more active. Slowly, I began to see improvements. My post-meal sugar stayed within range most days. My fasting was still unpredictable, but at least I understood it now.

There were nights when I still worried. I’d lie down with my hand on my belly, thinking, Is my baby okay? Am I doing enough? But then I’d remember why I started all this. Every careful bite, every small sacrifice—it’s all for my baby. I caught my condition early, and I’m grateful for that. I may have been three weeks late, but maybe it was still right on time.

Now, as I write this, I’m 15 weeks and 5 days pregnant. My numbers have been steady, usually between 85 to 110 mg/dL. I’ve learned how to listen to my body, how to balance food with movement, how to rest without guilt. I’m still learning, but I’m no longer afraid.

This journey taught me that pregnancy isn’t only about waiting—it’s about becoming. It’s about learning to trust yourself again after every test, every result, every small worry. It’s about knowing that progress doesn’t always mean perfection.

There’s no magic formula. Some days I still crave sweets, some days I feel tired of all the checking. But then I see that small line move on the glucose meter and remember: this isn’t just for me. It’s for my little one, growing quietly inside me, relying on me for everything. And that’s enough reason to keep going.

What I’ve Learned Along the Way

Don’t panic over one high result. Focus on your overall progress.

Walk after meals, even for 10–15 minutes—it really helps.

Fill your plate wisely: half vegetables, one-fourth protein, one-fourth complex carbs.

Stay hydrated; water helps more than you think.

Fasting sugar is tricky—it’s not always your fault.

Rest matters. Stress can raise your sugar too.

Celebrate every small victory. Every good reading means your efforts are working.

Managing GDM isn’t easy, but it’s possible. It made me more mindful, more patient, and more grateful for my body. It made me see how strong I can be when it’s not just for me—but for the tiny heartbeat I’m carrying.

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Our Third OB Visit – October 20, 2025

My First Trimester Journey

Read first: Our Second OB Visit — September 22, 2025

I woke up at around 4am that morning, excited and a little nervous — I had been counting down to this check-up for weeks. While waiting for Sammy to wake up, I already did some of the household chores. I first washed the llaneras and steamer that was used that night. We started to make leche flan regularly as the dessert for our rotisserie business. Sammy was exhausted, from the 8-hour shift, to managing our employees, overtimes.. So I wouldn't hesitate to clean up that morning, put the laundry, wash dishes, as we don't have anyone else to the chores for us yet. However, with our situation as working professionals, we are planning to get someone soon to help us.

I feel energized that morning, although I've been feeling a little sleepless.

Around 7am, Sammy woke up. I have already taken a bath and ready to change for the check-up. I was right about him being exhausted with our yesterday's business. Anyway, he took a leave for this day. By 7:30 AM, he went to Dr. Portia’s clinic ahead of me to get a number. It was rainy again and I think there was a typhoon too. He put his jacket and went, still half asleep. While I wait in the house, preparing for our documents, and tidying up the house a little.

He got number 6, which felt like a good sign — not too early, not too late. When he got home, I had already prepared the documents, including my OGTT, which had been on my mind since I got it.

Then a sudden message came. A text saying that Dr. Portia had cancelled all appointments for the day because she was still in Manila.

It wasn’t the kind of day I expected. Sammy had already taken a leave from work just to come with me.

I remember feeling worried. I just stood there with the folder in my hand, trying to process it. It wasn’t anger — more like a quiet disappointment. I had waited for this day because I wanted to talk to her about my results. I wanted to hear her say that everything was still fine, that I didn’t need to worry so much.

But maybe this day was meant to unfold differently.

I messaged her anyway, just to ask. She replied soon after, apologizing that it was an unexpected check-up in Manila. She said I could see another doctor if needed, and asked what my concern was. I told her about my OGTT — that the numbers were too high — and how worried I was.

A few minutes later, she called. I'm relieved. We talked for about 12 minutes — a call that ended up being the one of the highlights of my morning.

I could feel her concern. She talked while she was in a van ride, and I could hear the heavy traffic of Cubao. I appreciate her effort calling me and making me feel that I have her back. She said my results were indeed very high, that it could lead to serious effects to the fetus such as cardiovascular, etc, and for me might develop pre-eclampsia if I did not manage soon. She assured me that I didn’t need to retake the test and instead start self-monitoring my blood sugar using a glucose meter. She guided me clearly — test FBS in the morning and 1 hour after lunch, then record the results every day.

She reminded me to make simple lifestyle changes:

Eat more vegetables, fish, and whole foods.

Avoid sweet drinks, rice, and processed food.

Rest when I need to, but also move a little more each day.

Stay calm, because stress can make everything worse.

She said to log all my results and to keep a diary with the glucose test details, and after a week, we should be looking at improvements. If not, she might refer me to an endocrinologist.

She kept repeating, “Don’t stress yourself too much. Just monitor, and we’ll manage it.” I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear that until she said it.

When the call ended, I felt lighter — not because everything was fixed, but because I finally had a sense of direction again.

Sammy has just finished taking a bath while I was talking to Dr. Portia.

Since the clinic was closed, Sammy and I decided to go for an ultrasound. I told him I didn’t want to end the day empty-handed; I needed to see our baby. I was already 12 weeks and 5 days, but the thought of the high sugar results had been bothering me so much that I just wanted to confirm that everything was still okay inside me. Moreover, I've been feeling stressed from the 8th week ultrasound until this day. I had watched videos about moms losing their child by various reasons, so that kept me really worried.

Since this is a sudden happening, we don't have any scheduled appointment to any ultrasound centers or any OBs. We called my mom to confirm about the OB she suggested before, and other options that we can go to today. We called them and unfortunately are closed every Monday. We found a clinic in Bugallon though along his route to work, which we decided to go - we did not call the clinic before going. It's around 7km from our house.

We arrived there. But we are not lucky, ultrasound is not available every Mondays too. I was so disappointed and crying, throwing it to Sammy, while he's trying to calm me down.

We went straight to Lingayen and stroll around, and we finally went to St. Augustine.

It's late in the morning. I have already recovered and my mood has changed by eating the apple that we brought.

We we're catered right away and I told them I am approaching 4 months already so that they will do a pelvic ultrasound rather than a TVS, anyway I'm already past 12weeks - I just don't want them to turn me down. This will be my first pelvic ultrasound for this pregnancy. Sammy wasn’t allowed inside — only patients. He stayed in the waiting area, waiting patiently, while me and the doctor went in.

The room was dim and cold. I immediately lied down, and the doctor put the device in my belly. As soon as the screen lit up, I turned my eyes toward it — there, floating and moving gently, was our baby.

Fourteen weeks and three days, the radiologist said (based on LMP, but actually 12 weeks and 3 days cause of my late ovulation). Heartbeat: 167 bpm.

I was amazed by how much the baby had grown since our last ultrasound. Back then, it was just a small pea — barely a shape, just a promise. But now, it looked so different — a tiny form with fingers, arms, a head, and that constant, pulsing heartbeat.

I stared quietly while Dr. Beatrix Tanbonliong, the radiologist, began reading the details:

Placenta: Anterior, high-lying

Amniotic fluid: Normal

Position: Cephalic (head down)

Weight: Around 80 grams

Length: About 12 cm

“Everything looks normal,” she said gently. I was smiling heavily. I wish Sammy was here.

It was one of those quiet moments that felt like it stretched forever — just me and my baby on the screen. All I could think was, You’re really there. You’re still with me.

I have already expected the experience of the pelvic ultrasound. I've been reading about how the doctor will push hard and might feel uncomfortable. I was kind of feeling the pressure, but I understand the need to do it. Anyway, she was kind to ask me when she will put a little more pressure so we can see more clearly. "Doc, di po ba naiipit si baby?" "Hindi ma'am, protected po si baby sa loob ng amniotic fluid" she assured me.

I thanked her and left the room. Sammy looked up and asked, “Kamusta?” I smiled and told him, “Okay siya. Nakita ko may kamay na!”

He can't believe it too. And that day was enough.

It made me realize how far we’ve come — that somehow, I’ve survived the first trimester. All the nausea, cravings, tears, fears, and sleepless nights — they all led to this. Seeing that healthy heartbeat made everything worth it.

I realized that pregnancy moves strangely through time. Some days it feels too fast, other days too slow. But seeing the baby’s growth reminded me that progress is happening even when it feels still.

I’m learning to trust my body again — to trust the quiet work it’s doing even when I don’t see it. We have a long way to go, but today, I’m just grateful.

Because in that dim ultrasound room, I saw life. And for now, that’s more than enough.

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When I Thought My Body Was Failing Me — Turns Out, I Was Pregnant

My First Trimester Journey

July 20, 2025, I noticed that I am having a small red irritations on my eyelids. Harmless I thought, but after a few weeks they spread to my cheeks, face, down my neck, and even my back. The itch was unbearable. My skin felt like it was burning.

It has worsen day by day and I had never seen my face like that before — swollen, angry, and out of control. Every morning I hoped it would fade. I thought my immune system was collapsing — maybe from the sleepless night shifts and the stress. Maybe I have adapted an allergy because of the 2-3 years working US Time.

There was even a week when I fasted for several days for my skin to reset, thinking it was a gut issue. I drank only water, few fruits and vegetables to still keep my body going and convinced a cleanse would fix everything. What I didn’t know then was that I was already about three weeks pregnant. My body wasn’t failing me. It was transforming — I just didn’t know it yet.

Timeline of My “Allergy Phase”

July 20 – Everything was okay, but I started to see redness and discomfort around my eyelids.

July 27 – It had gotten worse. It spread a bit more, reaching my cheeks. By this time, I've became more selective to the products that I use in my face. Everything started to get flaky. It looked like eczema or I suspected a "Topical Steroid Withdrawal" because of my usage a year ago — but I never confirmed if it is really an eczema or any skin condition. My skin would appear moisturized right after washing, but dry again within minutes. I booked a dermatologist and called, and she said it might be an "Allergic Contact Dermatitis" and asked my if I have used any harmful chemical products. I suspected a cleaning spray, but okay? She recommended a Steroid Cream, that I am glad I did not take!!

August 1 – The flakes were getting bigger. By this time, it started to affect my confidence to face people. Some would ask me, why am I so red, have I been exposed to the sun too much? "Why is your face like that?" Well, I don't know people :) It really looked like a sunburn though, but it's itchy because of the flakes.

August 4 – My face looked and felt like it was aging. The redness spread down my neck, these photos are before and after washing. I also started craving food — especially the buldak noodles my husband cooked. I completely understand the cravings because I've been fasting for few days and now I want something comforting and delicious. While washing my face, the flakes will be washed or scrubbed out, so at the below photos - it looked like just red and improved. But flakes will be going back again after a while.

August 10 – My eyelids hurt so much that blinking felt like sandpaper. It was too much. This time, I think it's understandable if I cry or breakdown because of what I am currently seeing. I think this is just telling me that my body is failing and there's something serious going on inside my body that I need to resolve. With that, I started by asking my employer if they could move my shift from 11 PM to 4 AM so I could rest and recover - and they approved.

August 14 – It started to dry up a little. In the first photo, I thought maybe I was finally healing because it started to dry up. But, it flared up again — it’s a prank! My face is starting to get really firm that I couldn't really move my muscles comfortably. And my eyelids? It is really purple like I'm dead. LOL

August 17 – I went to the dentist with this face. Finally I had the courage to get out, also that I needed to get out. My face is still not okay and the rash had now reached my forehead. Good thing I didn’t use antifungal creams, even if I still had no idea I was pregnant.

August 18 – At this time, I didn't know why I am booking a dermatologist again. My gut tells me to just eat healthy and live healthy for now, so that's what I've been doing. This random day, I took a pregnancy test since I was already delayed for 7-9 days already. Results was a negative. So thoughts running to my mind, maybe this is PCOS! I looked like a corpse. My skin was pale and ghostly white. But I had no clue this was the day before my life would change.

August 20 – Everything does not makes sense and I need an answer! This random afternoon, I tested again just because I don't still have my period by that time. THERE WAS A LINE. I knew it but I didn't!

Blog: The Day I Found Out I Was Pregnant

August 25 – Went to my OB appointment in Dagupan.

Blog: Our First OB Visit

I eventually went to a dermatologist as advised by my OB.

To anyone who might be going through the same — the unexplained symptoms, the fear, the confusion — please know, you’re not alone. Your body might just be doing something extraordinary.

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Our First OB Visit - August 25, 2025

My First Trimester Journey

This was five days after I first saw those two pink lines. I still remember standing in the bathroom staring at the test, almost not believing my eyes. I had taken one on August 18 and it was negative, so seeing it turn positive on August 20 felt like such a surprise. I didn’t want to waste time—I had read somewhere that once you know you’re pregnant, you should already book an appointment with an OB. It felt like the right thing to do, because this is all so new to me. I didn’t want to make a mistake.

That morning, Sammy took a leave from work. We prepared early, around 7 AM, and I found myself moving slowly, trying to make the day feel a little more “normal.” I even took time to fix my face even though I was breaking out badly. I think part of me wanted to look okay because inside, I was nervous. Sometimes, looking at myself in the mirror and fixing small things helps me feel like I’m more in control, even if I wasn’t.

The clinic was in Dagupan. When we arrived, the assistants immediately started asking questions—how long my cycle usually is, when my last period was (July 11, 2025), how I found out about the pregnancy, if I was taking any medicines, or if I had allergies. I answered each one carefully. It was strange because just a week ago, I was quietly testing at home by myself, and now, I was telling strangers about it, making it official.

When I sat down with the doctor, she told me that based on my last period, I was already 6 weeks and 3 days. Hearing that number made my heart race. It was the first time someone outside of me acknowledged that I was pregnant. Then she suggested we do a transvaginal ultrasound (TVS) to check things more closely. I didn’t know what to expect—I’d never experienced one before.

The assistants helped me prepare, and honestly, I felt shy and nervous. It’s not something you can really prepare for. Sammy was called in so he could see as well, and I felt a little stronger having him beside me.

When the procedure started, I braced myself. I thought we’d see a little dot on the screen, maybe even something to prove this was real. But the monitor stayed empty. No sac, no flicker, just silence on the screen. My heart sank.

The doctor spoke gently, but her words confused me:

It might be too early, so I should come back in 2 weeks.

Sometimes pregnancy tests turn positive because of hormonal imbalance (I didn’t even know that was possible?).

It could be an ectopic pregnancy, too early to detect.

If it doesn’t continue, I might notice bleeding within 2 weeks.

I nodded while she explained, but inside, I was panicking. I thought to myself, How could this be? I tested twice and both were positive. Could it really just be hormones? What if I lose the baby before I even get to meet them?

Still, there were details in the report that gave me hope. My uterus was normal. My ovaries were healthy. And my endometrium was thickened—which means my body was ready for pregnancy. That one line in the report became my comfort, something to hold on to while the rest of me was drowning in “what ifs.”

After we left the clinic, Sammy and I tried to continue the day. We went to SM Dagupan, but it was hard for me to enjoy it. Sammy wanted to look around, maybe shop, but I couldn’t. I was so scared of walking too much, scared that even moving would cause something bad to happen. Every step I took felt heavy, every bump in the bus ride home made me clutch my stomach in fear. I kept telling Sammy I couldn’t walk far, and I know he felt sad. He wanted me to feel safe, but I could see he also wanted to make the day lighter for us.

When we got home, I couldn’t let the day end like that. I tested again. This time, the line came out darker than before. I almost cried out of relief. That darker line was proof that I was still pregnant, proof that maybe it really was just too early for the ultrasound.

It wasn’t the first OB visit I had imagined. I thought we’d see something on the screen right away, that it would be a happy, magical moment. Instead, it was a day of fear, worry, and confusion. But it was also a milestone—because it was real. It was our first step into this journey, not just with excitement, but also with the kind of love that makes you worry about every little thing.

Even though we walked out of the clinic without the picture-perfect ultrasound, I know this milestone matters. It’s part of our story—the one where Sammy stood beside me, where I learned how strong my worry can be, and where hope became a choice we had to make.

Today is September 10 as I write this, and we’re looking ahead to September 20—the day of our follow-up ultrasound. The doctor said to wait two weeks, and by then, we should hopefully see more clearly. This time, we’re praying not just for a sac, but for a tiny flicker on the screen—a heartbeat.

I hold on to that thought every day. I imagine the sound of it, fast and steady, proof that you’re really there and growing. It’s what keeps me going through the waiting, through the worries, through all the “what ifs.”

Sammy and I are choosing to believe that September 20 will be different—that it will be the day our fear turns into joy, the day our quiet hope becomes something we can finally see and hear.

Next: Our Second OB Visit - September 22, 2025

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I had to stunt on these cats at Physical Therapy in these Laney 5s and the golden state jersey tho. My doctor rocks the Air uptempos lol. #wearyourkicks #doctorsvisits #physicaltherapy #healingprocess #chefsteban (at Group Health Bellevue Medical Center)