The Year that was

2007 is about to end and I cannot help but think of what happened to me whole year round.

It was an eventful year to say the least... Well, that may an understatement.

January started on a sad/ emotional note. On the 1st day, my boyfriend of 6 years (6th anniv was on jan 2) finally went to manila - en route to Canada. They are migrating there. Finally. It was a very long wait for him. In my mind, I should be happy. But I wasn't. How can you be when you really wouldn't know when you'll see each other again.

Mid Januay I had... I cannot even describe it, shock? maybe not shock, surprise perhaps. I found out I was 12-13 weeks pregnant. The thing I/we were trying to deny a month ago is really happening. The news came 4 days before his flight abroad. I wouldn't stop him... I'll do this myself. I willed myself to do it.

I faced all questions thrown at me. Told my parents, told my boss and told my staff. Those are the necessary people who I thought needed to know. They had a lot of questions, I remained firm. I am raising my baby whatever will happen to me and his/her dad (I didn't know the baby's gender yet).

On early April my grandfather, the only grandparent I had left passed away after a linger illness. It was relief for me to say the least. He has rested.

My brother moved out (But I did first on Nov 2006). He moved to Cebu to work. He has to. He needed to. And it made me proud of him. He has grown into such a wonderful young man that I thought he is. He just needed a little push.

Before April ended a good friend passed away. Too young, too beautiful to die. I, again thought how fleeting life is.

July 27, 2007, my day of reckoning. I gave birth to a very beautiful baby. My life, my precious. That day on everything changed. I was not only responsible of myself but of another human being. I never thought I would go through it, but I did. I endured the pain and felt overwhelming joy. Just looking at my baby makes me cry.

5 months has passed since I gave birth, Andrea Felice is now beginning to learn how to eat. Sometimes she'd utter different sounds, a practice perhaps of how she'd talk in the near future, or cry and look at me, as if willing me to pick her up. She's the joy that I was looking for. She's a piece of me... of Dominique.

Until now I am still

Eventful? Nah! I guess not... A lot of other people I guess has better story than mine.