its quite disturbing to get out of bed 3 times in a night just to pee.
so, while i'm excited from my little growing baby, my gynae's assistant called and greeted me with a cheerful, "hello!". well, it came as a shock, after which melted into a form of relieve; apparantly the report for my OSCAR scan which i took on tue came out. "everything is good!" thats all she said.
it has became an habit to go to work in flats with dog-tired face. this tiny miracle has made me realise that nothing beats having enough sleep.
yes, I'm smelling the weekend air!
