This is the last weekend before the Hungry Ghost Festival comes to an end, meaning this is the last weekend we get to 'visit' Lucas and Chloe in the temple. It started raining heavily just before dawn and the downpour continued even when we left the house. I wonder if the rain is casued by my Angels' tears cos they know that it'd be another year before they can 'see' their daddy and mummy.
I have been counting down the days till the right time when I can do a preganancy test to check if I have the result that I want. The waiting time is a like a prolonged torture treatment. I should be able to find out sometime in the middle or late next week. I guess since I will be travelling for most of next week, it'd help to make time pass faster and distract me for a while.
Mark has been warning/ reminding me repeatedly not to place my hopes too high in case we didn't succeed, and I am trying to heed his advice. I have learnt through experience that the higher your hopes/ expectations are, the harder and more devastating the fall will be. (Actually this is kinda ironic cos it runs contrary to what I have been instilled with since primary school. I must've been around ten years old and a teacher once said to my class 'Aim for the Moon, that way, even if you miss you'll still be amongst the stars'.)
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