Every year, I tell Jam we should attend the numerous sales out there. The Guess, Mossimo sale in Q.C., Dakki's in Las Pinas, mall sales...
I'm not about to pass up on the Mega Sale!
Read about it here...
Thursday, December 02, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
The second time around is...
I'm re-reading old blog entries, trying to find out how I managed to survive my first pregnancy...or how difficult it was compared to this second time. For sure, I was able to join the chorale's concert in August, attend PRAISE awarding in July...so I guess, I was feeling better by my 4th month...Hmmm. If I'm gonna be lucky and have a repeat performance, I should be well on my way to eating right by June.
I'm on my 9th week now, and so far, I've managed not to gain weight. Except for a couple of unbottoned pants, I still fit in all my clothes, undies included. I'm anemic, and my BP is 98/54. I think the heat, added to the strain of having to look for a new house, is taking it's toll on my body. Most of the time, the only food I manage to retain in my stomach is dinner, because I try to immediately sleep after eating, even if I have to sleep propped up.
I really feel guilty (as well as pity for Jerard) because now, his mommy can't clock in 100% attention. Most of the time, I feel so nauseated and weak that I have no choice but to give him to his yaya. Fortunately, he and Nelsy do get along well.
I'm really hoping the new baby would be a she...I don't think I want a third pregnancy...I'm not getting better at it.
I'm on my 9th week now, and so far, I've managed not to gain weight. Except for a couple of unbottoned pants, I still fit in all my clothes, undies included. I'm anemic, and my BP is 98/54. I think the heat, added to the strain of having to look for a new house, is taking it's toll on my body. Most of the time, the only food I manage to retain in my stomach is dinner, because I try to immediately sleep after eating, even if I have to sleep propped up.
I really feel guilty (as well as pity for Jerard) because now, his mommy can't clock in 100% attention. Most of the time, I feel so nauseated and weak that I have no choice but to give him to his yaya. Fortunately, he and Nelsy do get along well.
I'm really hoping the new baby would be a she...I don't think I want a third pregnancy...I'm not getting better at it.
Monday, May 10, 2010
At 7 weeks
It is a welcome but unexpected surprise. And perhaps that is the reason why my body seems so unprepared. The nausea is making me irritable, lazy and weak. I have no appetite, no energy, no passion for anything.
I'm weaning Jerard so that is at least one less thing to worry about. We finally managed to convince him to drink formula, and his appetite has improved. From time to time though, he still wants Mommy.
Anyways, I'm trying to stay positive with the thought that research shows that women who experience morning sickness has less chance of miscarriage.
I'm weaning Jerard so that is at least one less thing to worry about. We finally managed to convince him to drink formula, and his appetite has improved. From time to time though, he still wants Mommy.
Anyways, I'm trying to stay positive with the thought that research shows that women who experience morning sickness has less chance of miscarriage.
Monday, November 02, 2009
Lessons learned
10 days after moving out of my parents' house and into a small place of our own, we found ourselves settling in back "home".
It took a small truck and several trips to haul all our belongings when we moved out. We had new everything. TV, carpets, stove, electric fans...even the rags were new. After the fire, we just got in the car and drove home. Nothing. Just the clothes we were wearing. It is a small comfort that I had been on my way to the office..so I have my cellphones and my wallet and my IDs and two empty Avent bottles in my Coleman.
Jam is slightly daunted...I am, too, but I don't want to worry myself to pieces. I was shocked and hurt and angry at first, demanding WHY it had to happen to us, but I figured we were faring better than some who have lost loved ones to a fire or have no roof over their heads. We were all safe, even if traumatized. We have food to eat, my mom's house for shelter, and there was an outpouring of help from relatives, friends, colleagues and neighbors.
There are lessons to be learned, I guess. And now that we have been given a blank slate, it is a challenge..to live a simplier life and be more responsible as a couple. To accept trials and not blame each other or other people whenever we are tested.
I comfort myself with the thought that we did not lose anything we could not live without. All the treasure we own, we were able to save...each other. Our faith is intact. We have our hopes and dreams. And though souvenirs and mementos are now ashes, the memories they represent were not burned. We have love, and we have families. We have friends and we have our jobs. Yes, we are humbled by the experience, and humbled more as we receive with gratitude the help that are extended to us, but we were not stripped of our dignity.
Inspite of it all, we are grateful.
It took a small truck and several trips to haul all our belongings when we moved out. We had new everything. TV, carpets, stove, electric fans...even the rags were new. After the fire, we just got in the car and drove home. Nothing. Just the clothes we were wearing. It is a small comfort that I had been on my way to the office..so I have my cellphones and my wallet and my IDs and two empty Avent bottles in my Coleman.
Jam is slightly daunted...I am, too, but I don't want to worry myself to pieces. I was shocked and hurt and angry at first, demanding WHY it had to happen to us, but I figured we were faring better than some who have lost loved ones to a fire or have no roof over their heads. We were all safe, even if traumatized. We have food to eat, my mom's house for shelter, and there was an outpouring of help from relatives, friends, colleagues and neighbors.
There are lessons to be learned, I guess. And now that we have been given a blank slate, it is a challenge..to live a simplier life and be more responsible as a couple. To accept trials and not blame each other or other people whenever we are tested.
I comfort myself with the thought that we did not lose anything we could not live without. All the treasure we own, we were able to save...each other. Our faith is intact. We have our hopes and dreams. And though souvenirs and mementos are now ashes, the memories they represent were not burned. We have love, and we have families. We have friends and we have our jobs. Yes, we are humbled by the experience, and humbled more as we receive with gratitude the help that are extended to us, but we were not stripped of our dignity.
Inspite of it all, we are grateful.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Moving Out..Moving In
"Bulilit, bulilit..sanay sa masikip. Kung kumilos ang liit-liit."
This is what comes to mind whenever I think of our soon-to-be new home...for the next six months or so (I don't think I can stand it for long,..but I have be a optimist).
Yes, we're moving out of my parents' house and into our new home. The new abode is near Commonwealth. So far from Retiro. So far from work. And so near (as in walking distance) from the in-laws.
The problem is not the in-laws. I don't have parents-in-law, but I have a bunch of sisters- and cousins-in-law and a whole lot of little kins-in-law. They are all okay and relatively harmless and sooo not comparable to some of my father's relatives.
The problem is the newness of it all. Having to rely on only Jam and myself for our family's well-being. Jam isn't exactly the role model for all fathers/husband. And I'm not exactly the perfect wife material. We're not earning THAT well (unlike what some people may think). I'm so used to relying on dear mommy and the househelp...the meals get cooked, the laundry gets washed and ironed, the house gets cleaned...all without my help. My only contribution is paying bills. Hehehe.
I don't have to watch what I wear or say. I don't have to care what time I wake up (though I really wake up early everyday) or go to sleep. I splurge on some grocery items (like tons of Tipco juices and junk food) because I can still afford it.
But in a week's time, my world may come to a complete turn-around (no, not naman end). I'd have to be more conscious of our spending habits. I've to learn how to manage the household (though Jam could pretty much manage it as well - he's more bossy and masungit). I've to learn how to live with Jam's two sisters (who'll help watching over Jerard) and nephew. I've to wake up earlier than usual to get to work on time. I've to learn to live without all my shoes, and my books and all my little whatchamacallits. The house is so small I can watch TV from the other end of the room.
I am scared. Frightened. Worried. The earth is shaking underneath my feet and I've nothing to hold on to, except the knowledge that this is what most couples go through.
This is what comes to mind whenever I think of our soon-to-be new home...for the next six months or so (I don't think I can stand it for long,..but I have be a optimist).
Yes, we're moving out of my parents' house and into our new home. The new abode is near Commonwealth. So far from Retiro. So far from work. And so near (as in walking distance) from the in-laws.
The problem is not the in-laws. I don't have parents-in-law, but I have a bunch of sisters- and cousins-in-law and a whole lot of little kins-in-law. They are all okay and relatively harmless and sooo not comparable to some of my father's relatives.
The problem is the newness of it all. Having to rely on only Jam and myself for our family's well-being. Jam isn't exactly the role model for all fathers/husband. And I'm not exactly the perfect wife material. We're not earning THAT well (unlike what some people may think). I'm so used to relying on dear mommy and the househelp...the meals get cooked, the laundry gets washed and ironed, the house gets cleaned...all without my help. My only contribution is paying bills. Hehehe.
I don't have to watch what I wear or say. I don't have to care what time I wake up (though I really wake up early everyday) or go to sleep. I splurge on some grocery items (like tons of Tipco juices and junk food) because I can still afford it.
But in a week's time, my world may come to a complete turn-around (no, not naman end). I'd have to be more conscious of our spending habits. I've to learn how to manage the household (though Jam could pretty much manage it as well - he's more bossy and masungit). I've to learn how to live with Jam's two sisters (who'll help watching over Jerard) and nephew. I've to wake up earlier than usual to get to work on time. I've to learn to live without all my shoes, and my books and all my little whatchamacallits. The house is so small I can watch TV from the other end of the room.
I am scared. Frightened. Worried. The earth is shaking underneath my feet and I've nothing to hold on to, except the knowledge that this is what most couples go through.
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