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I researched and planned before we fly down the do's and don'ts, what to bring and what not, but no matter how well prepared i am, its still a disaster. He cried for mostly the entire trip, he fall asleep when he was exhausted from crying and then when he woke up he'll cry again, he was like that on and off for 13 hours of our flight, what a way to ruin other passenger's trip huh? For my son, its not because of earache but because he is not used of seeing a lot of people surrounds him, but the big factor was the sound of the engine, it really scared him.......but when we got in manila, as we got the connector flight going to davao, i was so amazed how calm he was, maybe because he was familiar inside the plane and the sound of the engine, it was an hour and a half smooth flight, my little angel was calmly resting in my arms until we landed the davao airport. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't so afraid for our trip coming home because i was a bit confident that he will behave in the plane. Indeed, he was totally an angel. In our flight going down, he didn't poop at all, i just changed his diaper twice for wet ones at the changing table located at the bulkhead area where i was seated. Our trip back home was not that bad actually, he was smiling all the time, playing his toys when he's awake and the best part was, he was sleeping for like about 8 hours for an 11 hours flight.....oh what a lovely trip, except one thing......again, disaster is on the way....i never expected that he was so afraid of the washroom in the plane as it was so small. This time, he pooped twice, so i had to go to the washroom to changed him, oh he was really screaming when i put him down at the changing table, because he was so afraid, he didnt lay down and i had a hard time wiping his bum, and then he vomited, right at my front top, perfect huh? and when i'm done trying to clean my shirt, he peed on my pants and shoes as i forgot to put on his diaper trying to clean my self....what a perfect trip for mommy.....just so thankful that there was a cologne there.... and when we got out from the washroom, he was smiling and hugging mommy again......i was just smiled, laughing inside actually, no matter how you tried to make your trip smooth and disaster free, there's always unseen things happen....i can say there's no such perfect trip when you got an infant with you travelling......ah well, it doesnt matter, my son enjoyed the flight back home, he was smiling and hugging mommy all the time, thats all that matters....one thing i'd learned, bring extra clothes for you and not just onesies for babies, expect that there's always unexpected things to happen when travelling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2979352137106269079-4695166279839067200?l=dywhitney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mark 10:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm proud to announce that last sunday the 20th of february our little angel was baptized, rest assured he'll be in God's care forevermore.  At the same day, we celebrate his 1st birthday too since his birthday is on the 21st. It was a blast even though the party was a little chaotic in the kitchen part, thanks to my comares for not letting me down and helping me serving really yummy foods to our friends, it wont be possible without them. The highlight was of course in the church. i love looking at my son in his little tuxedo in white with the Mother Mary holding baby Jesus and the shining Eucharist embroidered in the vest, and a white shoes. At that day, it was just him who was baptized, so the church was all ours, oh it was perfect!  I will always cherish this moment forever :) I love you Douglas, you are mommy and daddy's God's miracle, our precious gift!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2979352137106269079-3444789814504284868?l=dywhitney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He just turned 10 months a few days ago, more active as i thought. He is more aware of what's happening in his surroundings now, love to watch those christmas lights flashing and likes the decors that i hang around the christmas tree and of course love to grab all of it. He can stand now without holding onto furniture and trying to learn walking slowly hand's free. He can say mama and papa now but mostly babbling sound which is loud, not kidding, it is loud,  hmmm i guess he will be a singer then (mommy's wishful thinking hehe), i hope he will be like his lolos (grandfather) both sides that really has a nice voice....time flies so fast, he usually love to sleep with me in the bed early in the morning, i used to take him out from crib and transfer to my bed around wee hours, but it changed just a few weeks ago, he is more comfortable sleeping in his crib whole night till he wakes up, i missed it though :(.....my baby is a little boy now, he wants to be alone sometimes and play......i was waiting for this moment, to be independent, not wanting mommy all the time.....but now that is happening, i feel sad :( i know, i'm weird hehe....its just that i missed the times he wants me to cuddle him all the time.....baby grows so fast as i always say, enjoy and treasure every moment with him......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2979352137106269079-1078555555814314906?l=dywhitney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Is it just, the saying goes "there's no place like home"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For 2 years living here, based on my personal experiences, i agree, life is alot different from the philippines. Honestly, you can have everything you wish here, like nice unpolluted environment, cars, nice house, gadgets, i mean all things that make your life more easier specially in doing household chores. What can you ask for more? Everything is here....BUT of course you will have to work hard to have all these....here, it is a need to own a car because the public transportation such as a bus are just in limited area due to the vastness of the land area, but in the philippines, there's always tricycle or a motorcycle that you can hire wherever you wanna go, well, it is a small country,  so, having a car there is a luxury. Here, it is a need to make your house weather proof and have a good heating system or else you will die by hypothermia, hmmmm in my own opinion, i guess, that's why most people have a mortgage, because, weather you like or not, it is a must to have a good house to live. But in pinas, it is a tropical country where its always hot and humid whole year round, some people just live in a nipa hut and they are contented with it, the important is the family are together. I didnt say that filipinos has no mortgage too, but i'm talking to a common filipino, poor and the middle calss family, they have loans too but only a small amount of money. Here, it seems you have a lot of bills to pay monthly, aside from the basic needs such as, electric, natural gas for heater, telephone line, property tax and household insurance, and there's internet provider too where i find it a must here, plus some extra bills from cellphone provider, satellite tv, and garbage fee,  and not to mention auto insurance too, usually in 1 household owns 2 to 3 cars here, so its really expensive. But what shock me most is the tax that you have to pay here, there's 3 kinds of tax actually that are added in every goods that you purchased and bills you pay.....one thing i find here too, it seems most people owns a credit card, well, online shopping is popular and the easiest way to pay is through credit card, and of course it's an easy way to loan money too. But in the philippines, the common filipino, the only basic needs are having a good roof that is not leaking no matter if the house is done or not, or if its just a nipa hut, people are contented when they are eating 3 times a day, as long as the family are in good health. Bills that need to pay monthly are just electric and water. Just few people owns a computer, so you can see a lot of internet cafe' in the city where they can have an internet access. We pay our yearly tax too, but thats just it. I had a credit card before when i was there but i rarely use it. Telephone line is not really a must, but you can see that most filipinos owns a prepaid cellphone. Oh, one thing too, labor is really expensive here, you can not hire a nanny or hire somebody to clean your house because you have to pay them hourly and its really expensive, that is why most houses here owns a machines to help you doing household chores. Unlike there, the labor is really cheap that even the middle class family can hire a nanny and a maid so easily, and plus filipinos are very close family, in one household, usually has an extended family, where relatives and parents live in one house, so its a realtive's responsibility too in helping you doing some household chores and specially in taking care of your baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my own opinion, why filipinos still going back to the philippines in spite of tthe good life they have here, well, first, since filipinos are very close family ties, they want their family to enjoy what they have too, its not perfect when your family is far. Second, though you have everything here, nobody will help you, still its hard when no one helps you here and third, it seems you will work until you die, as you need to pay a lot of bills, but when you work hard and earned enough money, its the best way to invest and spend your dollar in the philippines since the value of a dollar in exchange to philippine peso  is really high, so when you live there, you live like a king, and whats more inportant, is you will be with your family too....No matter what the status of your life as long the family are together, happy and in good health.....life is a lot better......This is just all my opinion, based on what i saw and experienced too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2979352137106269079-6042847650324704090?l=dywhitney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And then after, i slowly introduced him to 2 kinds of fruits using the mesh bag too. The reason why i waited for a week before i gave him fruits is because i want Douglas to like veggies first, if i given it the same time, he will love the fruits more because it is sweet and tastier than the veggies, and the tendency is he will lose his appetite in veggies then. Some parents start to feed thier babies around 4 months, but our doctor told us to do it around 6 months so the baby wont develop allergies in some foods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 2 weeks. i fed him twice a day with pureed veggies and fruits. I tried to cook 2 kinds of veggies with alittle meat on it, this week i made a semi afritada for him, with potato, carrots, celery and a little prok meat and tomatoes, and then i pureed and devided it in a small container and freeze it. I do fed him infant cereal too but i made sure that its an iron fortified one, babies needs more iron at this time, though full term babies got enough iron from the mothers until 6 months, so at this time, the iron begin to decrease and we know that iron is an essential meniral needed for the growth and development of the body. There are some infant cereal that are not really the best, my husband and i always read the labels when we bought one for Douglas, some are really high in sodium and some are high in sugar which are bad for the babies. The best one we found is from Hienz an organic one, well, we know if we talk about organic, we expect to pay double, but if it's best for babies, price wont matter at all....well, as long as we can still afford it hehhe....if its the case, then its better to make your own baby food then, rest assured that its low in sodium, low in sugar and definitely low in msg and chemicals......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2979352137106269079-5312863141572869324?l=dywhitney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We named him after my husband's father and my dad. He is truly my miracle.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Before i gave birth to my little one, i can say i struggled for a bit. Since i have gestational diabetes, i was induced a day before it reaches 41 weeks (well, my baby was over baked hehe..). I was in labor for 24 hours with prostaglandin, a vaginal gel inserted through birth canal. During early part of my labor they gave me morphine just to alleviate the pain but it  makes me so dizzy and the sad part was after several hours, my labor did not progress, my cervix was just dilated 1 cm. So we waited for 8 hours to continue my induction. the next morning around 6 am they gave me oxytocin just so to increase the momentum of my labor. Within 5 hours i had nitrous oxide through mask oxygen inhalation as  a pain reliever, when my labor peaks up and i'm in agony thats the time i inhaled the gas and the effect was just a matter of minutes, and when you ask about the side effect? boy oh boy it was unpleasant, i got dizzy and everytime i inhaled it i am hallucinating, that i heard voices, a man counting numbers and a woman talking but i dont understand it...hmmmm...am i just my imagining or what?....thats why some people use it as a recreational drugs as it causes euphoria, sedated, dreamy and imaginative....hmmmm...so much to that..lets move on....after around 5 hours of my labor, my amniotic sac broke, there was gush of water and lots of it, i was alittle bit ashamed as it was messy on the floor, the doctor said towards the end of my pregnancy i accumulated a lot of water. The pain was intensified, oh goodness! the pain was unbearable, thank God they've given me epidural. Here comes the sad part again, my cervix was still dilated at 1 cm, the doctor checked again and told me that i was incapable of giving birth vaginally, that my cervix is too small for the baby, so we decided to go on cesarean, prior to my operation, the anesthesiologist given me anesthesia and my OB prepared me physically and psychologically, and again, i waited for 2 hours as the OR is busy, thank God my baby is doing ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the 21st of February at exactly 3 pm, Douglas Celedonio Whitney was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Here comes complication again, after the operation, my blood pressure spiked up, i was in magnesium sulfate and was closely watched by nurses at the ICU, my blood pressure was 160/146 mm Hg, and that i am close to seizure. i remember they hooked me up with oxygen and every 15 to 30 minutes my blood pressure was checked round the clock for 24 hours. And for my little angel? they test his blood and found out that his white blood cell count was alittle bit high, so he was sent to the NICU and was on antibiotics for 5 days. The doctor assured us that there was nothing wrong with our little angel, maybe during the labor my temperature was alittle bit elevated that causes his white blood cell count slightly high, the doctor just wanted to make sure that he is totally healthy so they've given him antibiotics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But once you saw your baby, all the pains are worth it! For me,  i cried but this time its for the happiness i felt in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is so precious, sometimes you never know that your life is in danger, so we have to be ready all the time. Now that i experienced the pain during labor and taking care of my little one, i appreciate my mother more and to all the mothers out there, it wasnt easy, there are some who's life is in 50-50 chances in giving birth, and not to mention with those sleepless nights and tiring days in taking care of the babies too. I'm so proud of my mother and the mothers out there who's having multiples, gosh how can they do it, its super hard for sure, wow i just cant imagine how hard it is. For my mama and to my papa, I love you...thank you so much for taking care of us (me and my twin sis), for loving and guiding us for who we are right now....having 5 kids including 1 set of twins must be so hard, now its pay back time hehe, my turn to take care of my baby, just hoping and praying that i will raise him the way you raised us, your kids. Love you once again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2979352137106269079-6484215400995737334?l=dywhitney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So here it is, just wanted to share, in courtesy of  &lt;a href="http://www.pregnancy-calendars.net/"&gt;www.pregnancy-calendars.net&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What They Forgot To Tell You About Pregnancy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What it feels like to have your ribs used as footrests...from the inside.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That sometimes it appears like you have a strange alien creature with 10 arms and legs about to burst out your belly button...ewww!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That you will probably want to go out and buy a box of adult diapers for the amount of times you end up peeing in your underwear while coughing, sneezing, laughing or throwing up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That by the end of your pregnancy, you will need a forklift to help get you off the couch or bed (or at least one really strong person).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That even the silliest of things will make you cry your eyes out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many times you will have to call the doctor about all your super embarrassing female questions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That the toilet will become your new "best friend" or "second home" for at least one reason or another.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That you don't really know the meaning of a full bladder until you've had to do an ultrasound....or been kicked there from the inside.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How bad those mood swings really can be...watch out everyone!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That you will get so big, you will have to stand sideways when washing dishes, doing laundry or brushing your teeth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That everybody else around you apparently is a pregnancy expert, especially your mother in law.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That you won't be cutting your own toenails for quite a few months if you can't get anyone to help you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forget about shaving for quite a while too...unless you REALLY trust your partner!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That it becomes really hard to squat over the toilet with all that extra weight...talk about good leg exercises!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That the simplest of things, like walking up a flight of stairs or walking to get the mail, would make you feel like you really need a nap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That people suddenly feel like they have the right to rub and pat your growing belly...like it's not attached to the rest of you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That the word "discharge" would become a common part of your vocabulary....and the scary thing is...you won't be embarrassed!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That they just don't make sexy bras in DD's. It's all about support, support and more support!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Sexy underwear...you can forget those too! Comfort and cotton...that's it! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That you will never look at your husband quite the same again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That your breasts start leaking BEFORE the baby is even here yet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That you will cry when strangers say to you, "any day now?", when you are only 6 months along.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That whoever coined the term "morning sickness" didn't know what they were talking about. What it should be named is "morning, midday, afternoon, evening and night sickness".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What it actually feels like to be kicked or headbutted in the cervix..owww!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That rolling over in bed from one side of your body to the other is a huge chore requiring lots of huffing and puffing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That the sleepless nights begin BEFORE the baby is born.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That you had better buy some slip on shoes for when you get real big...unless you are going to have someone around to tie your shoes for you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That you will spend so much time cleaning and re-cleaning the same exact things over and over again in preparation for the baby's arrival.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; That you won't care how much of a pig you look like when you gobble down your second full plate of food...much to every one's amazement!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That memory is.....darn it! What was I going to say? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That you can both hysterically laugh and hysterically cry within the same few moments.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That your sense of smell is a lot better than it used to be, especially when it comes to the things that make you nauseous.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That you will start to break out in pimples like you are going through puberty all over again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2979352137106269079-7652134222012646535?l=dywhitney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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At first, my husband and i and the my OB thinks i'm carrying a twin, but unfortunately i'm not! oh thank God for that as its hard to take care of 2 babies at the same time, but if it really was, so be it, i will be happy too as having twins runs in our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 20 weeks, the baby measures about 6.5 inches or 16.5 centimeters from crown to rump. Vernix caseosa, a waxy, cheese-like white substance begins to cover the baby's body and protects during a long immersion in amniotic fluid in the utero and helps the baby passing through birth canal during delivery. The baby is now covered with a fine hair called lanugo on the entire body. And the baby is now practicing breathing in preparation for surviving outside the utero even though the lungs is not mature enough to breath air or not functioning yet. Perfect time to identify the gender of the baby through ultrasound as the genitals are clearly seen at this point. If its a girl, her uteros is completely formed and for a boy, the testes have begun descending  from the pelvis into the scrotum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this week, the baby is big enough to feel the fluttering or quickening movements in a regular basis. You can tell if the baby is asleep or awake, but in my case, i rarely feel the movement, its just all fluttering, well, as i said awhile ago that every pregnancy and pregnant women are different. The baby can now clearly hear the sounds inside the uterine as the ears are fully functional right now. Time to play the mozart music for the baby right now, i read from the cnn news last week that playing or exposing your unborn baby at 20 weeks into mozart music or classical music may stimulate the brain, alot of studies done as we all know, that mozart effect, by playing mozart music to babies in the womb build neural bridges along which thoughts and information travels. And according to study, it can stimulate brain's alpha waves thus creating a feeling of calm. For me, true or not, there's no harm in trying, classical music does soothed me so why not playing for the baby then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the mother's development, the skin starts stretching to accommodate the growing baby inside your belly. For me, i started using shea or cocoa butter at 4 months since my belly started to grow a bit early. Stretch mark is every mother's battle after pregnancy, well, its not a good sight in your body ofcourse, makes you feel ugly for sure, you cant wear any sexy clothes and 2 piece swim suit, but by using those lotion might be avoided or probably lessen the stretch mark, if not dermatologists can help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to feel the kicks of my angel......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2979352137106269079-3510369864089893717?l=dywhitney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But faith really draw us closer together as my twin sister and my hubby's bestfriend are getting married on friday, 25th of this month, and soon she will be here too. What makes it more interesting? well, my husband's bestfriend is currently living downstairs with us in an apartelle house, when delia finally arrives here we all living in one house then. who would have thought that until we got married, i mean my twin sis and me will still be together, not just in one place but in the same household. we just got lucky i guess.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband known his bestfriend dario for 18 years now, treated as brothers actually, and i've known him personally for a year now. Dario is a person who is so loyal to his friends and family, infact when he is your friend he will stand by your side no matter what or he will be a friend if no one will. He is a joker too just like my husband. Knowing him made our lives more happier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their relationship started 2 years ago when my hubby invited along dario in his last visit in the philippines. Prior to that, delia and dario chatted for quiet sometimes as friends. They had an instant connection right there and then during their first meeting together. When dario came back home, they constantly communicating together everyday through chatting, he went back last year to visit Delia again, they had a blast together and found a true love in each other's arm. After 2 years, they will finally tie the knot as man and wife in one of the catholic church in our hometown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband and i are so happy with our family, that they end up together as they are perfect for each other, they are really a blessing to us and to those people who know them. Best wishes for them as they enter the journey of married life, its not always a honeymoon stage, there will be bumpy roads along the way but with God, respect and trust with each other, everything will be fine. I love you both! Congatulations!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh i can't wait the day my twin sis will be here, our life will be more happier then.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2979352137106269079-1990221597432274525?l=dywhitney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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