A Filipino American's new life
“In the end, you always go back to the people that were there in the beginning.” “Sometimes, even when you’re having a good time, you can’t help but stop and think about how much you enjoy the time with your friends.”
Am I trapped in a world of in between? Who am I really?' I still say I am more like an American but then again I am not there, I do not live there anymore, and for some reason I cannot be like an American here in England just because... so, maybe I am an in between? Or maybe hybrid of the two?
I could not believe my belly has grown so much! It looks like I just swallowed a watermelon! I am now on week 40, and I feel very heavy now. I can barely walk. I am due in 3 days but the midwife told me they will induce me before my due date. I really feel like my belly is like a water balloon and according to whattoexpect.com the size of my belly now is the size of a small pumpkin!
I did not see any brown skin, Pacific Islanders or Asian staff member at the hospital that we went to on my first appointment with my midwife. Although I already know that this is a heavily white British populated area, I still thought I would see a few Filipino nurses, but there weren't any.
I did it! I was 7 seven months pregnant and I went all the way to the top of the Spinnaker Tower. By the time I got to the Sky Garden I was already panting after climbing 30 steps from deck 2.
I was craving Filipino food, but then I realized that the food that I used to take for granted in California now suddenly became very essential in my daily diet. In the weeks that followed, the euphoria wears off and I was a bit nostalgic about my life in the US.
I was starving and a bit dizzy and exhausted from a bad landing by the time I arrived at the waiting area at Heathrow where my husband was waiting for me. It was wet, cold, and windy which made it more difficult for the pilot to maneuver. We were up in the air again for another 15 minutes after the first try before we were able to land.
Effe moves to the UK 