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It is four am and here I am one month pregnant sitting in my office working on my project for the company I work for. I am exhausted, hungry, tired, annoyed, and tired of being pregnant in general. I don't even know how we got pregnant again.

I am just over it all at this point.

It has been a long six years. I graduated with my Ph.D. in Digital Arts, in which I have a job as a Creative Director for the largest advertising company called WPP. They just opened their New York office four years ago. I have an entire team of several different people, who are very articulate and talented.

I love it, I get to have all my ideas come to life and have never had a bad idea yet. I'm just lovable in all aspects of my life. I always have good karma, well.

Angel is turning six in a few months, he is such a sweetie. His beautiful brown skin, his eyes. When he was born his eyes were like mine grey, but as he got older one turned brown like Troy's. It's weird but they are beautiful, he is a smart kid, he is amazing and that's my baby.

We found out that when he was two years that he was deaf. At age one, we just figured he was not ready to say mommy or daddy yet. Then we kept trying, and even a few doctors say that some kids don't speak.

But Troy convinced me that we should go see a specialist. We did and they did all the tests and Angel is deaf. He has never had hearing aids, he has never heard our voice. He has to have surgery for a Cochlear implant to hear. But I am terrified, we are just waiting for right now. Going over all options.

Angel can read lips so well that everyone didn't need to learn sign language, but they all did. Everyone in our family did, on their own after they all found out. Even Lei's side and Jordy's side of their family did.

I love that about them all.

"Hi beautiful wife," Troy said walking into my office.

"Hola and thank you," I said taking the egg sandwich from him.

"Why you up?" He asked kissing my cheek.

"Finishing up some work." I smiled; figuring out if I should tell him now I am pregnant or later.

"I see, I am getting ready to go to work," he said.

Troy actually finished his residency and he landed a job at the New York office of The CDC for infectious diseases. Kind of scary, but he likes it so I am all for it.

"Long day?" I asked.

"Yes, but I will be home for Angel's game," he said.

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