Happy November! 1 more month to Christmas (my fave holiday) and 2 more to a new year and my last trimester.

I can’t believe how fast time has been flying by especially since getting that first bfp and passing the 1st tri. I supposed if I was still at a similar place to where I was a year ago – trying and trying and failing and failing – I wouldn’t be saying any of this. I’m extremely grateful nonetheless for how this year has panned out – us receiving the miracle that we’ve been praying, wishing, hoping & desiring for.

I’ve also been a bit of a short fused lately and I’m unsure if it has anything to do with the preggy hormones or the fact that the protective mom shell is starting to grow out as I advanced further into my pregnancy. I’ve been starting to feel strongly about voicing my opinions, taking a stand & setting boundaries lately, by reasonable means of course.

Like the other day, when mil decided to let a 8 y.o stay at our place for a few days because his dad was away and he didn’t want to stay at his uncle’s where he couldn’t have free reign of the television (no, he’s not family). One moment he was almost abusing one of our 2 doggies (by pulling his arms and getting the dog to walk on his hind legs) and the next he was tossing his dirty clothes on the upper staircase landing which could have caused someone to slip down that flight of stairs easily. I got irritated and had to feedback to the mil. If this kid wanted to stay in our home, the least he could do was to respect the people living in it and their things/pets.

This later led me to think that we definitely need to set some expectations & parameters in place when baby chungkin comes along.

Again, I may just saying this now and doing things completely different from what I preach when little bub is physically in our arms…