33rd

it's our 33 wk already. i am still amazed how i was able to hold on for this long. my duration would only last til the 4th wk until the 8th on the average.
33rd and i feel that we have been together for 10 years. every week i get this tantrum and he absorbs everything like a sponge. wawa.
i am getting fat as well. 10 lbs!!!!!
my pessimistic self asks me when i will let go. i dont know, it's as if when something is started, i think of the ending immediately. this makes me feel so stressed and more unproductive.
i still think about becoming a nun. there is this certain excitement when i think about a complete transformation. somehow, transforming oneself outside the religious realm is quite impossible.
a nun...it looks more pleasing than being married.