Week 17

I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to know the gender, but perhaps, it was too early to even detect. I read so many online articles and spent numerous hours in bed trying to determine if this pregnancy was at all different than the others. What I really want to say is, I read everything to believe that I was having a little girl. I didn’t vomit. I craved sweets. I just felt nauseous. I eat like there’s no tomorrow. Surprisingly, I’ve only gained a whopping 9 lbs and already feel like a dinosaur.

About a month ago, we went to one of those 3D/4 D ultrasound places to see if they can perform a gender determination on our little bean. The technician didn’t appear to have the ultrasound sonographer skills I was looking for, but for $25 dollars, I figured “why not”. The only reason why I felt that way is because she kept asking for assistance – maybe she was in training – beats me. The entire time my umbilical cord was blocking the private and prevented a nice clear view of the bottom. She had me jump and walked for a few minutes. As I lay back down, she determined it could possibly be a “boy”. Whaaaa? Really? It’s hard to fathom that I’m having another boy, which I know I’ll end up loving in the end, but wow, what are the odds of having four boys in a row.

I went home and have analyzed the sonogram to the tee. For the first time compared to my other three pregnancies, I actually have hope; hope that I am carrying a little princess. We will find out on December 13^th for sure and I can prepare for baby #4, my last and final baby. I’m excited and nervous at the same time!  I still can’t believe I’m going to be a mom to my 4^th child!

So, how do I feel right now? Fabulous, but there are days where I’m tired, which is fine!

Love my boys. Xoxo.

The Love of My Life

wow, it has been such a long time since i've blogged. i've had my up's and down's because of my pregnancy, but i feel that my morning sickness is long gone (knock on woods) and now it's time to revert back to the good old days!

there are so many things that i want to document and talk about from my every day challenges of being a working mom, sister, and of course, being a wife to my husband. anyways, i've realized with this pregnancy that regardless if it's a "boy", i am ready to call it quits. as much as i love being pregnant and having such a big family, i need to open up a new chapter in my life where i'm not ALWAYS pregnant. if you haven't noticed, i've been pregnant every other year for the past 5 years. my body has taken a toll and i've reached my the highest level of exhaustion anyone could ever imagine, but i'm still going on strong because i love my kids and family to death! i honestly put 110% effort in spending quality time with them. i don't want to fail as a mother. i can't always do things for myself and do allocate certain time out of the day, BUT the majority of my time is dedicated to my family. i believe it's important to teach the core value of family right from the beginning. i vow to make this a point. we are one family and will always stick together as one. 

love my boys. xoxo.

p.s. look at how fast they're growing up. 

meet aiden my 4-year old perfectionist, game/puzzle nerd,
dylan my 3-year old chef,
and...
baby evan my 10-month old eater and mellow jello!

Dear Santa

OK – I’ve convinced my boys that Santa existed and maybe to some parents, this may be wrong. That’s the beauty of being parents because you have the ability to choose how you should raise up your child. In our household, we believe that it’s important to allow our boys to use their imagination and creativity since they’re so young and add a little magic in their life as long as possible! Santa is a fun way to celebrate the season and it wouldn’t be Christmas without Santa.

Honestly, there was a real Santa and if my boys ever decide to ask me one day, I would tell them his name is Saint Nicholas and he was serving Jesus in a way that all mankind should. He gave children presents and he was real – sometimes people don’t have to be dressed and look like Santa to be Santa –

I love that my boys know it’s Christmas and everywhere we go – they would point out “mom, Christmas”, “mom, Santa”, “mom, look”, “mom, when is Santa coming. Does he know I’m good”….

We had Aiden write a letter to Santa again this year. He decided to get fancy and switch marker colors with every single letter. Papa Dang was a little irritated over the fact that I agreed to let him write the letter when it was past his bedtime. I made a promise that I wouldn’t dare to break. I know, I messed up, but still, I couldn’t break his heart.

Honestly, it was taking Aiden forever since he’s a perfectionist. He would open one marker, cap it to the back, write, then recap it, and picks up the next color. He did that several times before we told him to leave all the markers cap open and pick the colors he want to use next. It was hilarious.

Here’s a video that was capture that night:

If you watch it – Aiden is bilingual and speaks Vietnamese and English. He speaks mostly in Vietnamese to his brothers. You can hear Dylan in the background asking for help then approaches his brother. Aiden tells him he’s writing and he did it all by himself and if Dylan needed help he would show him. Dylan said he didn’t know how and Aiden agreed to assist. They’re SOOOOOOO cute, I love hearing them talk.

Love my boys. XOXO.