at the 33rd week mark...

if you asked me 20+ weeks ago do i enjoy my pregnancy, i definitely would have shouted loudly at you - NO!!!

in my 29 years of life, i have never known such dark moments... such dark times when i...

• hugged the toilet bowl more than i hugged my husband.
• fainted for no reason in public.
• concussed, dead to the world, locking my husband out.
• feared eating and drinking knowing what goes in will definitely come out - upwards.
• etc... etc... etc...

things only got better when i hit second trimester. it's probably cos i took those 3 months to find out how to control each and every symptom. but still there are the bouts of - i really feel like dying... ask WL and you'll know. the poor man had to come home each day wondering whether he'll be facing a loving wife (on good days) or a suicidal crying machine (on the bad days)...

but we pulled through. and now, in my 33rd week with 5-7 more to go, i'm kind of looking forward yet feeling apprehensive. are we really able to be good parents? do we have the means to look after our little one? will our little one love us back?

well, we'll know in a few weeks time. the countdown continues...