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.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Misery Level: 1
It's been a long while. Blogging has become an off-on thing. It has taken a backseat to Ebay, Multiply and my newest discovery - Facebook (I just usually play Farmtown). Plus, being a full-time mom, full-time wife and full-time employee (in that order, please!), I usually have just enough minutes in my hand for a quickie (not that sort, you pervert!) internet surfing.
I don't want to sound miserable, because I am not. Plus, ever since I got married and had a son, my usually "emo" self has died. Sure, I still get emotional and a cry-baby, particulary when Jam and I have our little oofffss and arrrgghhhs (what woman doesn't?), but I have learned to steel myself and have become a little stronger, emotionally.
That "emotionally stronger" was tested last night. Update on dad: Mom and I rushed him to St. Lukes last Tuesday night after hours of diarrhea and vomiting. For days now, he had been restless due to leg pains and lack of appetite. So we naturally worried he'd get dehydrated. Dad's hard-headed and we're grateful that he finally agreed to be brought to the hospital because, as it turned out, his kidneys are taking the strain because he is severely dehydrated.
Last night, a tube was inserted in his neck, through a vein and to his heart (if I understood what the doctor said...) to monitor his (de)hydration level and to put some liquids into him (beside that IV line). It wasn't a particularly pretty sight. It was done under local anesthesia and just seeing the looooooong needles, tubes and surgery stuff...Mom, Jam and Kuya Jing had to leave the room. Only Ate and I (hurrah to the "operadas"/CS moms) had the stomach to watch dad endure the procedure. It wasn't a bloody scene, and on my scale of grossiness, doesn't even come to 1. But of course, it's enough to make me wince and mutter a series of Hail Marys and Our Fathers. Seeing gross is one thing. Witnessing pain is another thing. But after the procedure, I believe it seem more painful that it really was.
He is now (as in this very moment) undergoing dialysis. His creatinine level was so high because he couldn't pee so they had to remove toxins out of his body. I cringe when I think of the stuff dad has to endure. And part of me, even that part that said I am no longer the "emo", wants to write down my misery just to vent out.my grief. But I try to turn my back to it. He isn't gone yet and I will not write eulogies for the living.
I don't want to sound miserable, because I am not. Plus, ever since I got married and had a son, my usually "emo" self has died. Sure, I still get emotional and a cry-baby, particulary when Jam and I have our little oofffss and arrrgghhhs (what woman doesn't?), but I have learned to steel myself and have become a little stronger, emotionally.
That "emotionally stronger" was tested last night. Update on dad: Mom and I rushed him to St. Lukes last Tuesday night after hours of diarrhea and vomiting. For days now, he had been restless due to leg pains and lack of appetite. So we naturally worried he'd get dehydrated. Dad's hard-headed and we're grateful that he finally agreed to be brought to the hospital because, as it turned out, his kidneys are taking the strain because he is severely dehydrated.
Last night, a tube was inserted in his neck, through a vein and to his heart (if I understood what the doctor said...) to monitor his (de)hydration level and to put some liquids into him (beside that IV line). It wasn't a particularly pretty sight. It was done under local anesthesia and just seeing the looooooong needles, tubes and surgery stuff...Mom, Jam and Kuya Jing had to leave the room. Only Ate and I (hurrah to the "operadas"/CS moms) had the stomach to watch dad endure the procedure. It wasn't a bloody scene, and on my scale of grossiness, doesn't even come to 1. But of course, it's enough to make me wince and mutter a series of Hail Marys and Our Fathers. Seeing gross is one thing. Witnessing pain is another thing. But after the procedure, I believe it seem more painful that it really was.
He is now (as in this very moment) undergoing dialysis. His creatinine level was so high because he couldn't pee so they had to remove toxins out of his body. I cringe when I think of the stuff dad has to endure. And part of me, even that part that said I am no longer the "emo", wants to write down my misery just to vent out.my grief. But I try to turn my back to it. He isn't gone yet and I will not write eulogies for the living.
Thursday, April 02, 2009
Mommy Files
I'm on to a new blog...naks, parang active mag post. hehe. It's my Mommy Blog. So far, all I have are breastfeeding tales.
But all I can say is..."Grabe! Kaka-addict ang maging mommy!"
Being a mom is more than having a full-time job. It's a vocation. It's a passion. It's an addiction and a skill and a calling.
Being a mom has made me do a lot of things I thought I will never ever do...like taste my own milk, forego trips and travel opportunities, buy expensive stuff (just how much baby things costs, you'd never guess unless you've been there, done that...) and wake up several times in the middle of the night to feed someone.
I love being a mom. Obvious ba?
But all I can say is..."Grabe! Kaka-addict ang maging mommy!"
Being a mom is more than having a full-time job. It's a vocation. It's a passion. It's an addiction and a skill and a calling.
Being a mom has made me do a lot of things I thought I will never ever do...like taste my own milk, forego trips and travel opportunities, buy expensive stuff (just how much baby things costs, you'd never guess unless you've been there, done that...) and wake up several times in the middle of the night to feed someone.
I love being a mom. Obvious ba?
Monday, January 19, 2009
Updates? Updates!
And yes, I am a successful breastfeeding mom.
My daily routine is punctuated by (almost) hourly breastfeeding sessions. My breasts are now Junesque. I can give Angel Locsin/Aya Medel and all boldies a run for their money. Though of course, mine are filled with liquid gold instead of fat/silicone.
I still am not successful with giving baby a bath. Daddy Jam and Tita/Yaya Ensei.El are experts.
Jerard Danniel got his second vaccine (BCG) last Saturday. I did not watch it. I heard him cry, though. Being a mom is a complex thing.
I surf the Net for all sorts of info re breastfeeding, sterilizing bottles, nappy changes, infant sleeping patterns and more that could make me anxious about my maternal instincts.
I am bored at home. But I cannot leave OB1 for even an hour without fretting about him.
Daddy Jam is equally obsessive compulsive with his son. I cannot hold him much when he's around. He can change a nappy in seconds. His voice soothes the little boy more than mine, though when it comes to feeding time, of course, my breasts can talk louder.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Just like mommy, daig ang punctual...
daig pa sa punctual, baby Jerard Danniel came way ahead of schedule...At 38-39 weeks, he decided it was unfair of his mom and dad to be celebrating new year when he could also join them...saka i think he was growing nervous of the plans being made by his titos and titas to go to Norzagaray, Bulacan (a couple of hrs away from Manila) for an overnight post-Christmas and pre-New Year family reunion.
so, right after hearing that plan, Jerard Danniel aka Jedai aka OB-1 decided to put a little pressure on mommy's tummy. At 3:30 am, mommy knew it was time to go to the hospital. Without labor pains (well, the type being shown in the movies, with all that yelling and screaming), I was scheduled for a 6 am C-section (to allow my doctor to remove an old dermoid cyst as well). The rest, of course, is history.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Samutsaring Kwento
This year, Jam and I were able to watch several concerts for free, c/o our [wedding] sponsors-godparents Ninong Danny and Ninang Marlyn. We always get free patron tickets, sat amongst the rich and famous (of sorts) and get star-struck. Always, we keep the digital cameras focused on the stage...even if Luis Manzano and Anne Curtis were just a few feet from us and we could easily snap pics away.
But during the Side A - Freestyle - MYMP concert at the Araneta last December 1 (yup, big as I am with Jerard Danniel), we didn't let the chance for a pic with [Journey lead guy] Arnel Pineda pass us by. Buti na lang, medyo nakapag suklay ako that day...hehehe.
We also bought a second hand digital SLR. Actually, May pa this year, sa Sagada trip, inaawitan na ni Jam ang camera nila Ninong Danny. Jam and I had a long long discussion about savings, our future home, birthing costs, postponing buying a house...but to make a long story short, we made a go for the camera.
We should have bought 2...hehehe. Ngayon, nag-aagawan kami. And we don't leave it at home talaga. Wherever we go, the camera goes...
Trial shots namin...Feeling professionals!
But during the Side A - Freestyle - MYMP concert at the Araneta last December 1 (yup, big as I am with Jerard Danniel), we didn't let the chance for a pic with [Journey lead guy] Arnel Pineda pass us by. Buti na lang, medyo nakapag suklay ako that day...hehehe.
We also bought a second hand digital SLR. Actually, May pa this year, sa Sagada trip, inaawitan na ni Jam ang camera nila Ninong Danny. Jam and I had a long long discussion about savings, our future home, birthing costs, postponing buying a house...but to make a long story short, we made a go for the camera.
We should have bought 2...hehehe. Ngayon, nag-aagawan kami. And we don't leave it at home talaga. Wherever we go, the camera goes...
Trial shots namin...Feeling professionals!
Monday, November 10, 2008
The little boy inside mommy's tummy
Got the DVD from In My Womb yesterday, and so, without much ado, may we (Jam and I) present....
Jerard Danniel O. Segun. at 28-29 weeks.
EDD: January 10, 2009
CS Schedule: January 3, 2009
He is named after St. Gerard, patron saint of childbearing women; and Danniel, which is (was) my pseudo.
For more pics, visit my photos
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Goodbye to Papa
Sad news.
Papa (my maternal grandfather) passed away due to kidney failure last October 18, Saturday. He was 89 years old.
I would have thought (and a lot were hoping) that this will put a period to the ugly feud among the siblings. But the interment yesterday was uneventful and we went home wondering if they would, too, go to the grave carrying their angst, the animosity and unforgiveness.
I'd been stressed out a little during the wake. For one, (Princess of the Unemployed) little sister is finally getting on my nerves about being...well, a snob. Repeat after me: 90% ego + 10% angst = 0 substance. She had the gall to look at me last Monday night, from across a chapel room full of people, and ask as if I was her personal maid, "Yung laptop?". If the laptop was in my hand, I'd have hit her head with it.
I had just come from the office, was nearly crying out of ire and frustration on my way to St. Peter (out of sheer anger for some big bosses here), was just barely containing it, and so, I would have let all hell break loose if I'd been allowed to. But husband stepped in the middle, shushed me like a little kindergarten kid, and made me feel worse. What ensued was another silent world war 3 that earned me a sleepless night and puffy eyes, and him...a drunken night with my cousins (Of course, we couldn't stay mad at each other for more than 24 hours, but I sure did try! hehehe).
But I got my point across. I'm still waiting to shake my fist at my sister (who, I forgot to mention, refers to me and Ate as "evil sisters" with me being the more evil) but I think Ate got to it first.
Anyway, back to the topic of Papa...it is sad news. Sadder still to see my uncles and aunts being so unforgiving. Papa went to his Maker asking for forgiveness, and I am sure he was heartbroken that even if he was forgiven, he wasn't given time to enjoy it...I hate to see his kids experience the same.
Papa (my maternal grandfather) passed away due to kidney failure last October 18, Saturday. He was 89 years old.
I would have thought (and a lot were hoping) that this will put a period to the ugly feud among the siblings. But the interment yesterday was uneventful and we went home wondering if they would, too, go to the grave carrying their angst, the animosity and unforgiveness.
I'd been stressed out a little during the wake. For one, (Princess of the Unemployed) little sister is finally getting on my nerves about being...well, a snob. Repeat after me: 90% ego + 10% angst = 0 substance. She had the gall to look at me last Monday night, from across a chapel room full of people, and ask as if I was her personal maid, "Yung laptop?". If the laptop was in my hand, I'd have hit her head with it.
I had just come from the office, was nearly crying out of ire and frustration on my way to St. Peter (out of sheer anger for some big bosses here), was just barely containing it, and so, I would have let all hell break loose if I'd been allowed to. But husband stepped in the middle, shushed me like a little kindergarten kid, and made me feel worse. What ensued was another silent world war 3 that earned me a sleepless night and puffy eyes, and him...a drunken night with my cousins (Of course, we couldn't stay mad at each other for more than 24 hours, but I sure did try! hehehe).
But I got my point across. I'm still waiting to shake my fist at my sister (who, I forgot to mention, refers to me and Ate as "evil sisters" with me being the more evil) but I think Ate got to it first.
Anyway, back to the topic of Papa...it is sad news. Sadder still to see my uncles and aunts being so unforgiving. Papa went to his Maker asking for forgiveness, and I am sure he was heartbroken that even if he was forgiven, he wasn't given time to enjoy it...I hate to see his kids experience the same.
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
The BSP's EFLC Launch
After months and endless preparation, the EFLC launching FINALLY pushed through last October 3. There are still tons of things to be done, but officially, the facility is open (by appointment, as per the press release...). The EFLC is a combination of Library, Statistical Center, Exhibit area and internet cafe (yes, free internet access, WiFi, access to some database etc etc). The second floor, which will house the EFLC staff, is not yet finished, and our tables and chairs are yet to be delivered. Except during the launch itself, the facility has no proper air conditioning yet. And the furnitures (oh by golly, the furnitures!) aren't complete yet, though by looking at the area, I'd say we're over-stuffed.
Anyway, I had fun at the launching...I got to buy me a new blouse (from Guess, heehee) and I got to bring home some flowers. The waiters crowded around me because I was in-charge of the "loot bags" (which contained pad paper, brochure and a pen) and because I probably look cute, pregnant and all. I got to practice my new-found friendliness (believe it or not, I didn't get tired of smiling) and well....just felt good being part of the group that will become the EFLC staff.
Anyways. everything's all quiet now...we've settled down again to the normal humdrum activities of updating database, website, reviewing presentations, checking if hardwares and equipments are intact and okay.
The only thing that makes me sad, though, is that it won't be ready of "occupancy" until January next year. So the staff will be moving while I'm on maternity leave. I won't be there!!! huhu. Oh well...
Monday, September 08, 2008
22 weeks
I've lost my identity and have assumed a new name...one that is guaranteed to be shed along with the extra poundage after nine months.
Anyway, my little cocktail (well, he/she is a spawn of Jambo...) must be practicing his/her aerobic skills in there, for all the little kicks and punches I feel now and then.
Makes me more excited about being a mommy!
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Dream..Believe...BSP Singers' 3rd Concert
Originally scheduled on 30 July 2008, the BSP Singers' concert finally pushed through today, 13 August. Despite having a bad case of cough and colds, and almost (almost...) not fitting into my corset-top, mermaid-bottom gown, I was able to make it as alto...my last performance with the chorale until I give birth...Thanks to a lot of plea bargaining with God, warm tea and Jam's midnight Vicks chest and back rubs.
I'm two weeks into my 4th month...and hey, I've got boobs! Too bad for self portraits, I didn't notice the dirty mirror. duh!
Finally, Tita Norie took pity on me taking self-photos...Here's me in full costume, inside the huge cabinet (yes, we've been known to sleep inside this thing) while waiting for curtain call.
Surprisingly, despite our doubts, the concert was a resounding success. We thought the less-than-an-hour lunch concert would attract only a handful of fans (plus some Hakots) but lo and behold! people were already standing due to lack of chairs...wait a minute...did somebody remarked there were only 10 seats? Joke.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
BSP PRAISE
July 16'th BSP PRAISE Awarding Ceremony was moved to today, bumping the BSP Singers' concert off their July 30 lunch-time 45-minute mini-concert (Dream, Believe...The BSP Singers in Concert)
The good news is that, since the Singers would (undoubtedly) sing in the ceremony, we were able to practice a little more. We sang Pambansang Awit and two intermission songs, You Raise Me Up and Magandang Pilipinas. Since I am one of the awardees, I didn't have to be in chorale get-up. I didn't mind because, being 4-months pregnant now, I can't fit into my gown anymore.
And by the way, lunch was a treat for all awardees. Center Table was the best...I kept looking for Rica..heehee. Hingi sana ako ng take-out bag ng Tiramisu.
Here's me with some of my co-awardees (and ex-classmates)...with newly-appointed Monetary Board member, Mr. Ignacio Bunye...the good thing about these events is you get to mingle with those you otherwise would just read about in newspapers.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Berry Pancakes
I've been badgering hubby for strawberries for a while now...and not because I'm "infanticipating" but because I'm dying to make strawberry pancakes. I scoured SM grocery for strawberries, but came to nil. So I settled for good old strawberries in can.
Not only that, last week, I bought a 170-gram pack of dried blueberries. When I was shopping at Shopwise, everything was topsy-turvey. They were moving merchandise around. So I was shocked to see dried blueberries in one of the shelves. I got the shock of my life when the cashier punched in the price. At 320, it's more than I bargained for..so I figured I might as well maximize the blueberries.
So, here it goes...blueberrie pancakes with strawberry sauce.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Growing...growing
A few weeks ago, I got a tip that I should start taking pictures of my growing belly for a memorable pregnancy album...as if pregnancy is an easy thing to forget...
So here's a shot taken on May 23...at 6-7 weeks, I think...
And here's The Tummy (with a personality all its own) on 7 July
Yup, those are stretch marks. But I didn't get them because of my sky-rocketing weight gain...I've had them ever since I can remember...
Monday, June 16, 2008
10th Week
Books and the Internet says pregnancy shouldn't be too obvious (meaning, tummy, while not that flat, is still not really "distended") on the 10th week. Tummy will start to grow and be obvious around the 14th-16th week.
So that means, I'm just plain fat and bloated. Ha ha ha. Now nearing my 11th week, I've managed to gain 10 lbs, lose whatever idea of waistline I have and grow the breasts I've been waiting for since freshmen year.
So far, people just say I don't really look pregnant yet, just....well-fed. But now, I'm so well-fed I can't fit into any of my pants (yes, including the ones I had to hold up with safety pins and belts). I'm on the verge of raiding my giant of a sister's wardrobe, pending my overdue shopping spree for maternity wear.
On the brighter side, nausea has abated a bit...but only since yesteday when Jam and I attended a christening party for his boss' baby daughter. Days before that, I've been throwing up worse than ever, and Jam (im)patiently asked me if I would also be too sick during the baptismal reception. (Great, huh? Not even asking if I feel well enough to go...)So anyway, I had to plan my day ahead, and started by waking up to the sound of Beckay's (our househelp) footsteps, and asking her if breakfast is ready yet. I had to eat every two hours or so, and stuck to that timeline and it worked...So I was able to down a plateful of lunch and didn't get sick...I'm crossing my fingers this be the beginning of a wonderful week.
I've also begun attending choir practices again, lunch nap-times notwithstanding. They were able to schedule a July 30 concert, and I wouldn't dare to miss it, not when we'd be singing Bohemian Rhapsody! So after lunch, I'm now hauling my ass and getting my much-needed exercise, walking down a flight of stairs and to the next building. Plus maybe all that vocalization will improve my lung power as I scream my head off during labor.
But that's looking too far ahead.
So that means, I'm just plain fat and bloated. Ha ha ha. Now nearing my 11th week, I've managed to gain 10 lbs, lose whatever idea of waistline I have and grow the breasts I've been waiting for since freshmen year.
So far, people just say I don't really look pregnant yet, just....well-fed. But now, I'm so well-fed I can't fit into any of my pants (yes, including the ones I had to hold up with safety pins and belts). I'm on the verge of raiding my giant of a sister's wardrobe, pending my overdue shopping spree for maternity wear.
On the brighter side, nausea has abated a bit...but only since yesteday when Jam and I attended a christening party for his boss' baby daughter. Days before that, I've been throwing up worse than ever, and Jam (im)patiently asked me if I would also be too sick during the baptismal reception. (Great, huh? Not even asking if I feel well enough to go...)So anyway, I had to plan my day ahead, and started by waking up to the sound of Beckay's (our househelp) footsteps, and asking her if breakfast is ready yet. I had to eat every two hours or so, and stuck to that timeline and it worked...So I was able to down a plateful of lunch and didn't get sick...I'm crossing my fingers this be the beginning of a wonderful week.
I've also begun attending choir practices again, lunch nap-times notwithstanding. They were able to schedule a July 30 concert, and I wouldn't dare to miss it, not when we'd be singing Bohemian Rhapsody! So after lunch, I'm now hauling my ass and getting my much-needed exercise, walking down a flight of stairs and to the next building. Plus maybe all that vocalization will improve my lung power as I scream my head off during labor.
But that's looking too far ahead.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
7 weeks
I'm scanning through articles in the web for anything about pregnancy. Foremost on the list is how to survive Morning Sickness, second is how to make sure the little tyke is okay. Despite all the stuff floating around, it's pretty hard to grasp the one info any mother-to-be needs...How to be assured one is going to be a good mother.
Anyway, I've been advised to not really think about being pregnant. HUHWHHHAAAT? I mean, yeah, when I am asleep and not dreaming about filling up bottles with breastmilk (yes, that's how far my preggy-concsiousness got), I am awake and swallowing gallons after gallons of bitter saliva, convincing myself that MS spells a healthy pregnancy.
I also got the blood test results yesterday. As usual, I am anemic. Last year, the office doctors gave me 30 days worth of (nausea-inducing) Sangrobion (or something sounds like) to give my body more iron. I took about 15 days worth and dumped the whole lot into the medicine pouch. Now, I am almost regretting it. Almost...I don't think it did me any good. I've always been anemic and I'm sure I need more than gigantic capsules of iron to boost my blood count up.
I've got to submit the blood test results along with my ultrasound to my OB by this week. She told me to call-in the results but I don't know how you'll relay all those numbers (hematocrit and hemo whatever) via phone so maybe I'll drop by her clinic next Saturday. Then maybe I can personally ask her some of the stuff I've been surfing the Net for...Like how to survive MS.
Anyway, I've been advised to not really think about being pregnant. HUHWHHHAAAT? I mean, yeah, when I am asleep and not dreaming about filling up bottles with breastmilk (yes, that's how far my preggy-concsiousness got), I am awake and swallowing gallons after gallons of bitter saliva, convincing myself that MS spells a healthy pregnancy.
I also got the blood test results yesterday. As usual, I am anemic. Last year, the office doctors gave me 30 days worth of (nausea-inducing) Sangrobion (or something sounds like) to give my body more iron. I took about 15 days worth and dumped the whole lot into the medicine pouch. Now, I am almost regretting it. Almost...I don't think it did me any good. I've always been anemic and I'm sure I need more than gigantic capsules of iron to boost my blood count up.
I've got to submit the blood test results along with my ultrasound to my OB by this week. She told me to call-in the results but I don't know how you'll relay all those numbers (hematocrit and hemo whatever) via phone so maybe I'll drop by her clinic next Saturday. Then maybe I can personally ask her some of the stuff I've been surfing the Net for...Like how to survive MS.
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