Mind of a fickle

Last night, I got into a bit of panic.  I was thinking how would I take care of three girls.  Hehehe...  I was so used to having Ate A in Singapore that having 2 then was fairly easy.  I am a working mom.  I leave at before 7am.  How do I prepare the baby for child care?  I don't think Pre will be able to bathe the baby hahaha  So many things were running through my mind and I had to stop and breathe.  I asked Dawter A to hug me. Then I asked Dawter A.  "When the baby comes out, what are we going to do?" She answered, "You will take care of the baby and I will take care of the dog." It seemed so simple for her (and Oh so sneaky).  You see, we don't have a dog.  Hahaha. -o- On another note, I was able to convince Dawter T to talk to the baby.  She had to take a few moments to do it.  She's still icky talking to my tummy.  I wish she'd see and feel the baby move so that it will be come real to her....

I am at my 22nd week and getting bigger.  We found out that we're having another girl (woot!  woot!) though my husband is hoping for a miracle that the baby is a boy!  He said NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE WITH GOD (which is true!)  I am at my 16 units of insulin and seemed to have controlled my sugar level.  I've been failing in my diet.  I am just so hungry most of the time.  I think I can eat non-stop in one day. My little one is very active.  She seems to like music a lot and hearing Dawter T's voice.  It's so hard to sleep now.  I can't seem to find a comfortable position, to add to that are the warm weather we're having.  Not so conjusive for the pregnant.  Hehehe.