Bubbles...

I'm barely in week 16 and the cramps are excruciating. According to the websites, my uterus is growing at a rapid speed so the cramps are from all the stretching. Today it was quite hard to concentrate in the meetings with all the pain. Also I felt like bubbles were forming and popping in my stomach. Again according to the sites, the "bubbles" are actually the movements of the baby. Weird. My appetite definitely has grown, but I refrained myself from stepping on the scale.

This weekend RI is visiting and staying with us until Wed. to attend a work convention. It's quite enduring to see how close P and him are again. I'm glad P has some distractions from all the stress from work and school. He finally turned in 3 applications this past weekend. Fingers crossed. On Friday we met up with my cousins for dinner and finally got the chance to share the news personally. P spilled the beans before I can creatively think of a way to surprise them. Of well. It was priceless to see him turn red when he realized that he slipped up! They're happy of course. My cousins didnt fail me with the jokes. It was definitely much needed laughs. Finally gaining some energy back, I spent all Sunday cleaning up the rooms and moving things back in order. I love the new carpets! I still need to figure out the "baby room".

My dreams again have become quite vivid. Last night I dreamt I got on a train from LA heading home. The train was quite crowded. I realized after couple of stops I didn't have a ticket. Being afraid of getting caught by the conductor, I tried to lay low. I was alone and strangers were all around me. I prayed hard that I didn't get caught and kicked off. The stops were so unfamiliar that all I wanted to do was to get back home safely. Unfortunately when I heard the conductor announce the next stop was Oakland, I quickly got off to avoid getting caught. Then I realized I made a mistake. It couldn't be Oakland because I didnt recognize where I was. So I walked in circled in the terminal looking for a clue where I was and how to get home. I asked for help but no one seemed to care. Lines were long and all the attendants at the counter had no patience. I then realized no one understood me and was speaking a different language. Finally I found someone who was willing to call me a cab to take me to alameda, but then asking how much it was, It would cost $200 in which I didn't have. So I was stuck, I decided to leave the terminal to try to find a bus to take me. When stepping outside, I found myself at a deserted parking lot with mo one around. Right across was a cab line but the last one just left. I started to panic. I searched for a pay phone so I can P to get me, but nothing. I was lost and alone. Luckily, I woke up from my dream to use the restroom. I never felt so afraid and alone. Luckily the rest of the night was good.

Anyways, my doctor's appointment is this Wed. So hopefully all goes well. I'm really looking forward to 23rd when P and I find out who we have inside. Lil' P or lil' A? Stay tuned!