I just had to write this. I posted about it first on facebook, for those who aren’t my “friends” this is what I posted as my recent status:
what is motivation? — baby is due and is still not ready to come out on her own.
what is sacrifice? — climbing up and down the FREAKING stairs 20 times
what is love? — husband climbing alongside with you, even if he’s not pregnant haha
And tonight, to make things more interesting, I decided to climb up and down the stairs with a purpose. We usually eat dinner at the 2nd floor of our house, and since I need to climb up and down anyways, I decided to carry the left over dishes and used plates and glasses to the kitchen rather than just ask the maid to get it after dinner. But since I have a very supportive family, this became the game plan:
Shoti at the top of the stairs waiting to hand me the dish
My fur babies escorting me down the stairs – they thought we’re playing a game!
My other fur baby waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs
Maid at the bottom of the stairs to get the dishes
I think I’m very blessed to have this kind of family!
Baby Limchu, please come out soon, mommy and the whole family (yes, even the dogs!) are excited to meet you! mwah!
Divisoria Mama 