Pregnancy Diary: Musa the first

At the corner peeking into week 36, feeling sentimental when i look into my firstborn's face.

You were my first, my first love, my first birth, my first 'success', my first baby.

Whatever happens, nothing will ever change the fact that you were, and are, my first everything.

Now that you are two and a half, noisy, boisterous, mischievous, naughty, and all the 'tantrums' of two.... Yet baby, when times are quieter and i am able to hear myself think (because you are asleep or really engaged in something!) it really doesn't change a thing, you are my first.

It'll always be there, on your face, my very first newborn.

(i guess this is how all mothers feel, about all their children, regardless which.)