Marking my calendar

June 27, 2009. That is my expected delivery date, according to my Ob-Gyne.

I always knew it would be in June. Didn’t expect it on that date.

There is a story behind this.

I once had a colleague whom I (along with a few of my friends, including hubby) had a falling out with because of her paranoid ways. Guess what, her birthday falls on June 27.

My good friend, who’s in Dubai right now, told me that maybe I could try to give birth before June 20. I even kidded my husband about it — what if our child would grow up to be like her: paranoid and idealistic? He shuddered at the thought and seconded my friend’s motion.

But then I think, if it is inevitable and I bear my child on the same day as that person’s birthday, it doesn’t mean he or she will grow up to be like the other. It would depend on how we raise her and the environment where she will live her formative years. What matters is that our kid grows up to be healthy, normal, respectful and loving. And we will make sure we will be there to guide him or her each and every step of the way. We should make sure that he or she won’t have any “childhood trauma.” Just so our child becomes less of a pain in the @$$.

But well, as another friend pointed out, it’s just an estimated date. I could give birth before or after June 27. But we’ll see.

It’s been more than a year since that small-scale fiasco happened which marred our relationship (would I have called it friendship, I dunno). Now I see that memory as a joke. Apparently, God thinks so too. And He’s made it a bigger joke, in a weirder way.

Sorry, God! 🙂

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My baby will be born in the Year of the Ox, under the sign of Cancer.

I was born in the Year of the Goat/Sheep, under the sign of Scorpio. Hubby is a Gemini born in the Year of the Horse.

Ox and Goat/Sheep are not quite compatible. Cancer and Scorpio, on the other hand, are.

Ox and Horse are also not compatible. Cancer and Horse aren’t, either.

Hmm, would that mean I’m more compatible with my kid? Let’s see…

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During my last visit to my Ob-Gyne, she rubbed an apparatus against my tummy. It looked like a small microphone attached to a small transistor.

Placing the mic and sliding it from one point of my belly to the other, I hear something like a strong, howling wind. Then all of a sudden, something disturbed the wind: it seemed like a Jedi started to swing his lightsaber in a rhythmic motion.

Woom-woom-woom-woom-woom…

I heard my baby’s heartbeat for the first time. Sweet. 😀

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