{"id":1252,"date":"2009-08-09T08:34:13","date_gmt":"2009-08-09T16:34:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/?p=1252"},"modified":"2009-08-09T13:16:06","modified_gmt":"2009-08-09T21:16:06","slug":"a-light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/2009\/08\/09\/a-light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel\/","title":{"rendered":"a light at the end of the tunnel"},"content":{"rendered":"

For the most part, Rama’s right<\/a>. But I suspect he’s been watching me and my pregnancy with cartoon hearts in his eyes. <\/p>\n

I definitely don’t think I’ve been as graceful as he’s made me out to be, and I’m not just talking about my wind-up-toy waddle. Too often I find myself without patience, restraint or tact. Sometimes, I just feel miserable—a lot of times for no particular reason—and poor Rama, try as he might, can’t do a thing about it.<\/p>\n

Every time I do<\/i> find myself complainy or cranky, I try to take a look around myself. I see the sweet home that we have begun to make for ourselves. I think about our dear family who have been so generous with their love and support. I have a comforting conversation with one of my darling friends and I remember I am not alone. <\/p>\n

Whenever I start to get nervous—about labor & delivery, about becoming a good mother, about making enough money, about nurturing my marriage—I remember the families in the Philippines who live in shacks on the side of Mayon volcano<\/a>. If they can make a life for themselves, well gosh, so can we.<\/p>\n

When all else fails, I remember that this is what I’ve wanted my entire life: To be a mother, to have a family, to create a home for us filled with love, laughter, color and warmth. And now it’s happening. It’s really happening.<\/i> <\/p>\n

This new journey is not going to be easy, I know that. But it will be an adventure, and I am ready as I’ll ever be for the beautiful, wild ride.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

For the most part, Rama’s right. But I suspect he’s been watching me and my pregnancy with cartoon hearts in his eyes. I definitely don’t think I’ve been as graceful as he’s made me out to be, and I’m not just talking about my wind-up-toy waddle. Too often I find myself without patience, restraint or […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[20],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1252"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1252"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1252\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1261,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1252\/revisions\/1261"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1252"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1252"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1252"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}