But the moment the doctor put the thinga-ma-wand on my belly, she blurted "It's a boy."
Ganon? Wala man lang foreword? I wasn't prepared for the news. I was of course delighted to hear it but a heads up would have been more appropriate, right? Anyway, he's perfect. The CAS results turned out great. Thank goodness.
I can only imagine how chaotic it will be in the house when the new baby gets here. I repeat. I just don't get how baby boys play. They like to rumble and tumble, and wrestle people to the ground. These days, I need to stay alert because Malik can jump out of nowhere and land on my tummy. It's scary.
Meanwhile, Malik's watching Madagascar 3 as I write this.
Poor Kuya. He has no idea that these rare solitary moments are numbered. Dandan-dan-dan.
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