October 7th holds a special place in me and my wife Anie's hearts. It's the date of her parents' (Lorna and Ronnie) wedding anniversary. It's the birthdate of my uncle, one of the coolest I have, Jun (who also happens to be a godfather in our wedding).
It also was exactly a year ago today...when we found out Anie was pregnant. And as we all know by now, that baby turned out to be cute little Seven. The wait was over, the anticipation began, and the joy hasn't stopped since.
Anie and I got married on the day of our 7th anniversary as a couple, December 4th, 2009. The plan was to wait a year before we start on trying to conceive our child. Being a sucker for numbers, I wanted our first child to be born on November 11, 2011 (11/11/11 for our 1st born, pretty cool, huh?). Needless to say, and if you just turn that date 9 months backward, it was around February 2011 when Anie should have gotten pregnant. Well, there are things we can't control, and pregnancy was definitely one thing we couldn't. It took a while, and after 6 months and a lot of prayers, God finally rewarded us.
It was the morning of October 7 last year, when Anie took a pregnancy kit test, one of the many she took during the past few months, but the first that came out positive. We. Were. Ecstatic. But we wanted to confirm with her gynecologist first (Dr. Myrna Purugganan of St. Luke's) before we shared the news. I couldn't hide my excitement, though, so I posted an obscure photo of the pregnancy test kit with the two positive lines. And what do you know, no one "got" or understood the photo. I guess it served its purpose. Hahaha.
We quickly set an appointment with Dr. Purugganan that afternoon. Before going to her clinic though, we dropped by Tito Jun's birthday celebration. Right then and there we were dying to announce the good news, but we managed to keep our mouths shut. Confirmation first, then our parents next. Then the world.
Although Dr. Purugganan wanted a test after two weeks just to be a hundred percent sure, she told us during our consultation that it was more likely than not that Anie was indeed pregnant. She congratulated us, which was the assurance we needed. We picked up my parents from Tito Jun's party (Anie and I had an eat-and-run), and on our way home, we told them the welcome news. That evening, we then celebrated Anie's parents' anniversary. Of course, she broke the good news during dinner. Everyone was happy. I remember hoping for Anie to get pregnant so that our Christmas would be happier, sort of my Christmas wish. And we got it! Six months late, but we got it. =)
7 and a half months later, Anie gave birth to Seven (May 24). And a year to the day we found out our baby was coming, we again celebrated Mama Lorna and Papa Ronnie's wedding anniversary. It's their 33rd, and our first with sunny Seven. Happy times.
It's been a wonder of a year. Our life is so much different now...for the better. Makes looking back all the more sentimental.
To God be the glory. Thank You. =)
Father to Seven. Prefers to be called "Pop" because Daddy is too sosyal, Papa can mean boyfriend / boy-toy or a ketchup, Tatay is too un-sosyal, and Popsie is just three letters too much. I don't like the cola because it's too sweet, but I esteem coach Gregg Popovich because he gets the job done. So Pop it is.