Mind of a fickle

A week ago, dawter T asked for milk during the wee hours of the morning. As sleepy as pre was, he prepared it for her --- actually tried BUT the milk spilled on our bed. While we were cleaning up... Dawter T : di kaya daddy timpla ng milk? Mommy : He can but he was sleepy Dawter T looked doubtful. I thought that was the end of it. Last night, dawter T re-enacted with matching sounds pa. Dawter T : di kaya daddy timpla ng milk. Tup tup tup (sound of milk being poured from the milk dispenser)! (she still has to learn her tenses) ---> He says SHUCKS! All I could do was laugh out loud!

I was given two days mc by my OB yesterday. I had this very painful stomach cramps and I was not able to get up to go to work. I really wanted to rest BUT I think I was not able to. After the holidays, there were just too many problems at work. I wonder if this is a preview of what I am going to face during my maternity leave. I am in my 32nd week, and getting really excited and scared at the same time. Our lives will change again just when we can comfortably ride buses and mrts. Or, the fact that we don't even have to bring extra nappies for Dawter T as she can tell us when she wants to pee. It will be back to basics. Nights when only me and Dawter A are awake. Constant nappy changes. Series of doctor appointments. Hmmm... Can't wait though to see my daughter's firsts though.

While walking towards Somerset mrt, I can't helped but notice the dragonflies flying above me. It sure brought bittersweet childhood memories of piko, patintero and summer afternoons spend catching tutubing karayom , putting them inside mayo bottles with holed in caps. It made me long for the days when my cares were only about buying cherry balls and wonder boy. It also made me realize about the little pleasures my children were missing out. They only know of afternoons filled with Hi-5 shows or time spent in the community playground. They might not experience playing with Gumamela juice, mud cakes or catching butete from the pond. How I wish I can provide this simple pleasure, this food for the soul. All the things I experienced as a girl. When sunset seems a joyous time because it is spent with my cousins getting dirty. Or, eagerly hovering over the kitchen waiting for the merienda --- champorado with tuyo flakes when it's raining or halo-halo when it's very hot...

Babies My future inaanak (future coz she is still not baptized) E is one month old today. How time flies... Then, my close friend B, will be delivering via c-sec on June 8 (more than 2 weeks away). Then, maybe 3 weeks or a month after, it will be my turn. *** Bath and Body I will not be talking about the fab products of Bath and Body (pre has been converted and actually using a cologne from their men's line). I am thinking about the time when I give birth and won't actually take a bath for 12-15 days (probably 12). Haha! I actually deduced that the scent due to those glorious days are the ones that bonds the mother to their newborns. I am actually trying to placate myself here. I am dreading those days when sweat clings to my body and I wouldn't be able to wash it away with soap under the shower. When those days, I have to satisfy myself with bimpo, water and soap --- and probably alcohol. Then, I have to wear my pjs and socks even when the temperature is actually ...

We had a blast last night over pizza and chicken. Had spare Coke so the rest of the household had their share while I tried desperately to enjoy my water. It was Jng's birthday and we're celebrating it! We took comic pictures of each other while Dawter T, as always, hogged the limelight. It was a great dinner! Though Jng is not physically present. Really had fun over this unique birthday celebration. She just had the pizza and chicken delivered to her friend's doorstep. I pray that she didn't work overtime last night. Happy Birthday, tita JNG!

I almost didn't go to the office today. It was raining hard and the bed was just extra comfy this morning for me to get up. Finally, I decided to stand up and brave a lazy Monday morning. Good thing I did. The moment I stepped on the tiled floors of my building, I saw my colleague who launched into his early morning to-do's. Then, after some serious instructions, my other colleague came over and insisted to do something which we specifically asked him to do in the morning. Then, goodness gracious, just as I was about to excuse myself. Our boss came and joined the party. Him ---being the thoughtful person that he is asked me to bring his laptop in his room and reconfigure another Blackberry device for him as his old one conked out (he said that he just put it in his pocket then the screen went haywire --- pocket my face!). So, ok, when I went up. My other colleagues were so pissed off that our boss asked me to bring up the laptop when I am so far in my pregnancy. The thing is I ...

I am not much into change. Actually, most of the time, I dread it. When I am already complacent, already into my routines, it just simply cramps my style. Maybe because I am a worry-wart. Thus, when change is about to happen, I start to think of all the possible things that could go wrong. The thing that is synonymous with this is control. I think it's because sometimes I like to have the power over things so that they can go my way. Yeah, right, might as well wish to be a superhero then! Never did God gave me that power - probably thinking that I will not be able to use it well. Nor did He tried to avert changes in my life --- in fact, He's giving me a lot. He's making me learn to adjust.

Today was one of the special days of my life. I woke up early because I had this eerie feeling that if I don't, I will get leg cramps. I stood up and went to the bathroom. Very surprised to see pre and dawter T's present for me on top of the toilet bowl haha! Wouldn't you be touched by such creativity?! Pre woke up and insisted that I go back to sleep. He stood up and went outside though. I had this hunch that he's up to something --- 'Probably still writing his thoughts on the card he bought for me'. I didn't follow coz I wanted whatever surprise that is left for me. However, when dawter T shifted position in our bed, I saw that her pajamas were already wet. So, I woke her up and changed her. Then, we went outside. That's when I saw the surprise! Pre was cooking breakfast --- sunny side up and native longganisa! Wowee! He asked me to go back to bed! Wow! My first breakfast in bed! Dawter T and I waited inside the room, 'nagkulitan' na lang kami ...

During my first pregnancy, I thought the hard part of it all was during labor. I didn't prepare myself for what will come after and the years after that. I was just deliriously happy. The pain didn't stop during the labor and delivery. It was there during the first few days when we found out that our daughter has jaundice and had to stay in the hospital. Or, when I had to go home and leave her because her jaundice just won't go down, and we just can't afford to stay there with her. These are but a few of things that I encountered at the early days of motherhood. And, it all caught me off-guard. There may be pain but happiness abounds. It also didn't stop at her first breathe outside my womb. It stayed there until this moment when I look at how fast she has grown. How naughty, silly she can be? How she managed to steal every waking thought because if I don't think about her, I'll miss her. Now, that there'll be an addition to the family. I have to go thr...

Eversince my glucose test came out borderline normal, haha... I have been craving for sweets. And, for today's treat, I wanted my lola's egg white cookies or what we mere mortals call lengua de gato. So, I tried... I didn't want to use B's christmas gift to me which was an electric mixer as we have to dig it out from our storeroom. I creamed butter and sugar with my own hands (ey, of course with a spoon). But, no matter how hard I beat, the sugar won't melt. My sister said, maybe that's ok, maybe you're not suppose to wait for it to melt. I heeded. And, then added the other ingredients. After mixing them up, I tried out a batch. %$@#*&?! --- it was too sweet and the sugar which was supposed to melt was still sugar. Darn! I hated it. Hmmm, I am a woman who just won't give up without a fight. I asked Ate A to help me dig out the mixer and used it. I tried another batch. %$@#*&?! --- now it became a soft cookie or should I say bread!...

I have never been close to her. Maybe because we didn't get the chance to really get to know each other. The only time we spent together was when I gave birth to Dawter T. Pre and I asked my parents to come so that they can see their first apo. It was not easy. Things that normally should have been smooth was not. My sister said that she's scared of me. I dunno why. Does she think I hold grudge because they let me live with my daddy and mommy? I never once thought of that. For me, what happened was a blessing. I wish I can get to know her. I had no problem with papa, maybe because he's outspoken. But, two people who are shy and wary is like oil and water. I honestly don't know how to talk to her or what to talk to her. Where do we start? I think I will be given another chance this year. She might come when I give birth to my second. Hopefully, this time, something great will happen. Happy Mother's Day, Mama!

In lieu of the upcoming Mother's day on Sunday (hope my hubby reads this before then haha), I would like to honor the ladies that brought me life --- in their own way... I had lactoce intolerance when I was born. I couldn't take breastmilk, cow's milk --- only goat's milk. Meeehhhhhh! My papa even had to go to Cebu to buy my milk. And, worst story of all was that because of my condition, they had to leave me in the hospital for a month. Bills piled up. My papa who was only 21 or 22 then had just started work. Though, I am sure that my other relatives will help out, it was still not reasonable to let me stay there for a month. Thus, my lolo came up with a solution. My mommy. Yes, she's the solution my lolo was referring to. She's the matriarch of the family and his sister who likes to take care of all her pamangkins and possibly, the first apo of the family. The only catch that my lolo could see was that it will be hard for my parents to get me back. True indeed,...

I talked to two special people in my life today... The first one was my best friend, Z. I've got this feeling that she's not ok. We don't communicate much nowadays but as Nene 's sms said "Deep friendship doesn't depend on how many times friends spend time together or how happy they are. It's the time when you never see them and yet keep on believing that the friendship will stay forever". Back to my feeling... Z have problems with the heart. She's scared of commiting herself to someone coz she's afraid to make a mistake. Mind you, I think a lot of guys, would have wanted to find out if it's a mistake or not. I pray that she find peace with her choices. The second one was my tito I. He just came back from Cebu. The reason I pop him a message was to ask about the favor I was asking. I lost my copy of August 2002 Didache and was wondering if he still has one. He's one busy guy in a new work environment and just like most people, a...

My long weekend started officially at 7PM Friday night. I went to Plaza Singapura to buy two scrapbooking mags which I am thoroughly enjoying up to this day (Baby Moments and Sketches). After this splurge, went home, ate dinner of rice and longanisa. I was still high due to my purchase and finished one layout. I stayed up until 1AM. Pre still out from bowling and from a night out with his friends. The thing with this late night scrapbooking spree was that I was on a fasting starting at 12AM for my glucose tolerance test the following morning. Whoa! I never really thought it was that hard not to take a sip of water. But, it was! That's why, the next morning at Thomson Medical Centre , I was literally dying of thirst and hunger. Don't even begin imagining how to fast until 11AM when you're pregnant. (But, my scan proved that my baby was also thirsty and hungry. During the ultrasound, she was opening her mouth and trying to suck the placenta hahaha BTW, she's now 1.2kg wah...