Love flourishes tremendously spontaneous and when it’s there, you only got two choices to make: TO LET IT FLOW OR TO LET IT GLIDE. Letting it go was never an option. Love does not flourish by itself, love is a two way street. Once it’s there, you can’t go running around looking for Dr. Zhivago for help.

And what I have now is a love that was once in disguise but was stronger than I thought it would be. Some can say what we have is a very typical love affair between two beings who happen to work together and had a lot of time to spend in and out of work which obviously would turn into what they call one of the ironies in life which is “love”. Working it out was never easy, yet I consider it a great love. There wasn’t really something in common except for the broken heart we used to have before we came across each other.

The day we meet was never considered a coincidence nor considered a normal nappy day. I consider it like the day where I would try my new box of crayons and drawing book then will be so much eager to color the lion in pink even if you knew there can never be a pink lion. To simplify, that day was a matter of unthinking yet creatively showing your feelings in technic color.

Just before we know it, we were already caught in something that is really not that planned but never unwanted. A kind of blessing that no one would even ask for unless they’re sick tired of living alone. But this blessing has always been heard to be one of the things we ask God for redemption. A “Baby”.

Being pregnant and enjoying the risk of raising your child alone is never easy. Just to even think about it makes anyone else sick, but not me. Even before I become Ron’s technic color lover, I have already dreamt of being a mom as early as 23 and that is with or without a husband to worry about. Eventually, God is just too good to me and expedited my urge to beat a woman’s essence and that is to become the world’s greatest mom.

It does not end there. The journey of being pregnant while being outcasted from my beehive continues, and that is of course with my pink lion Ron. The moment he knew that I am conceiving his own was magically one of the greatest things that happened to me. As a person who thinks drop dead straight bottom, it was totally unexpected that he was willing to be ready for it.
Not to mention, she-blabbers and he-blabbers will always have a say to what we have and how we started but none of us seems to care about what they think. What matters to me is to finally see my own miniature and mold it to become a great image in our society.

Now, I am just enjoying the pleasures of being pregnant. Looking like one of the care bears is hilariously funny yet a figure I wouldn’t bargain Megan Fox’s body for.

Just like other starting couples, we normally go through a lot of pains, a lot of issues and a lot of pressure too. But we know we can always get away with it as long as we don’t involve ourselves with some culprits of vulnerability. Whether or not we make it through the day without a single fight, we will always have our back for each other and “LEAVING” is a vivid kind of word we consider taboo.

I am due this February, and will be wearing the tiniest handcuff ever invented which is known to be the wedding ring this January. Excited to be a mom, never been more thrilled to become his wife. This is only our first step to the pedestals of our success, and you will expect more writings from me and the blogger himself.

What we aim for is an experience we count in a day to day basis and a challenge we will pursue as a couple. We will be imprinting our journey until we find blogging a bloody hobby to do. Ciao!