On having a surprise baby

Just like I didn't plan to get married at 28, it never occured to me that I am a mother of 3 at 33. But I did plan for the elder girls, carefully picked dates so that they were born in January.

One day about a year ago, I held the pregnancy test kit with trembling hands in the toilet in my office. It was very hard to compute that 2 lines means POSITIVE! With the other 2 girls, I shouted the good news from the bathroom in our apartment, continued with some hugs and kisses to hubby. The third time around, I was in my office toilet, and cried my heart out for whatever reasons that I can't remember now.

Now, whenever I see my baby, i have this undescribable (well I'm not good with words, anyway!) joy. She loves to fall asleep on my chest. One day, Bea1 was armed with a tube of toothpaste in her hands, Bea2 had a slab of butter in hers and together they were ready to turn the house (or the world) upside down. Insticntly, I would take actions, but I was just too comfortable having a sleeping baby on my chest, I needed a few more minutes of that.

And just like me I suppose, my baby loves morning sunshine.



Surprise or not, it does not matter now! I'm just feeling blessed.