i don’t know if it’s mine or baby’s 🙂 anyhow, mico and good friends threw the unsurprise party for me, baby and daddy last weekend. thanks guys! i guess you know really who to count on, and would be there especially for baby. as usual, still missing the old ‘kada.
yesterday was full of surprises for two of my most watched thingies. first everybody was thrown off the loop when darkhorse kris allen was proclaimed the winner of american idol 8 over flashy adam lambert. i was actually rooting for danny gokey from the start of the tourney. when he was voted out from the final 3, i really thought adam had it in the bag. well, as avid viewers who religiously followed this season’s AI would predict and say, adam is the runaway winner because of his superb vocals and almost effortless performances. he knew how to carry himself and the audience with him everytime he takes on the stage in those crazy outfits, black eye makeup and nail polish. (for some reason i always think gothic when i see him). anyhow, nobody doubts he is definitely a star. he always seems to be on top, his confidence overflowing. you could almost feel the palpable power coming off him. kris, on the other hand, has a great voice, but carries more of the RnB and jazzy rhythms. in short, the songs he has picked and belted out did not really show his vocal prowess. personally, i preferred kris when danny got the boot, because as simon cowell put it, adam was always too “theatrical”. it was too much for my taste. apparently, more of the 100 million americans who casted their votes after wednesday’s performances thought so too, although mouths were left hanging open when ryan seacrest announced kris’ name. many theorized that fans of danny shifted their weight for kris to covet the award. many were downright shocked. lambert fans were in an uproar. even kris himself looked like he couldn’t believe his luck. well, as been discussed over and over in forums and blogs worldwide, winning the award doesn’t guarantee an artist a successful career. past idol winners and runner ups would attest to this. adam will definitely get offers for a recording career no matter what despite this setback.
i still think that david cook is the best ever though. too bad i didn’t get to watch him here in manila, or i mighta have been in labor too soon 🙂
on another note, what the hell happened to the cleveland cavaliers? they swept the first round and almost strolled through the park in the second and then they lose the first game versus the orlando magic? tsk tsk. of course they will bounce back real hard from this. i really hope this year is the year for king james.
this post may be a bit late as i’m due to give birth anytime soon (soonest i hope!). i’ve been carrying this bundle for the past 37 weeks although i was only made aware of her presence in the last 32. somehow during those past eight months, nothing has ever took a place of honor in my and michael’s attention. it’s really funny how that teeny speck of life has turned our lives upside down, and has demanded our complete attention. our wedding comes only at a distant second. i’ve already said that it was the happiest day of my life but i know in my heart that seeing and holding my baby will surely top that. even inside the womb, my little girl has already wrapped me ’round her little finger. she’s number 1 in my book at the moment.
i will forever be grateful for the honor, joy and happiness bestowed upon me by whatever forces of nature so that i could carry this child in my belly. it’s a great feeling knowing that you are responsible for one helpless being, and molding her physically and emotionally. yes, the genes are already there, but i always get to thinking that everything i eat, take in, get out of my system affects her. i was religious about drinking my milk, prenatal vitamins, veggies, and going to regular visits to the doctor. i totally stopped whatever vices i have. i just had a hard time getting off coffee. but what the heck, the ob said two cups are ok. so i sneak a cup every now and then behind hubby’s back 🙂 if there’a anything i missed, it’s the morning coffee and occasional starbucks fix.
not everyone is given this privilege though, this rite of womanhood. it’s like being in a secret society where only those who have gone the same rite of passage will fully understand you and your quirks as you go along the same albeit different, journey. mind you, it was never all honey and roses. it was more like being in those thrilling rides at some theme park or carnival that leaves you gasping for breath while feeling your stomach drop a hundred feet. at the same time you feel the exhilaration and you want to do it over and over again. although some would throw up at this point and vowed never to get near any of these damned machines.
i enjoyed this ride for the most part. you could say that i was a little different than most “normal” expectant women have for the duration of my pregnancy. i didn’t go through the normal symptoms. for one, it was pretty much smooth sailing for me during the 1st and 2nd trimesters, except for the fact that i found out i had uterine fibroids and had some very mild spotting and internal hemorrhage in my 9th week. aside from that, there was no morning sickness that besets almost all pregnant women, thank god! i also didn’t have cravings or aversions to food, smells, people and whatnots. i didn’t have mood swings although this, in my opinion, is only psychological and really doesn’t have anything to do with one’s pregnancy (though some would claim hormonal imbalances). i’m overly emotional for most of the time but surprisingly, pregnancy blues did not hit me during this phase in my life. i was generally cheerful because i really felt good about all this. (maybe i spoke too soon). i even have the “pregnancy glow” as people keep on coming up to me and saying “wow, must be girl inside” because i was exuding a happy aura. i wouldn’t have thought i was pregnant, except of course, i have been missing my period for the past months already. i was really really lucky because our wedding preparations demanded attention to detail, setting up appointments, having taste tests, makeup trials, meetings with suppliers, fittings, endless shopping, and the list goes on. i was my normal self, only my burgeoning tummy is a dead giveaway. not that we were trying to hide her. oh, and i have this need to go to the bathroom about 50 times a day. twas okay except when i wake up at night and had to maneouver my body from the bed to the bathroom. likewise, i was mightily glad varicose veins did not make their appearance at all, and so has those dark underarms and neck whew! as i said, i was pretty much glowing like a light bulb.
but enter the 3rd trimester and the tranquil life i’ve known was blown to bits. for one, people kept on asking me if i was due to give birth anytime when i was just in my seventh month. i’ve never been rail thin and always bordered on the chubby side. but in the last stages of my pregnancy, i became the epitome of B-I-G. gosh, thank god my face, arms and hips remained the same. or almost. and as she grows and gain the needed baby fat to fill her up, the harder it became for me to move around. standing a little below 5 feet, baby’s size began taking its toll on me. walking, climbing even a flight of stairs or taking public transportation became the bane of my existence. i have constantly aching hips, back and singit. everytime i stand up, i feel like baby compresses my bladder and my lungs at the same time. nice huh?
and have i already mentioned my rashes? my ugly, red rashes that erupted all over my body??? they appeared round my 32nd week, first on top of my already itching stretch marks then eventually spreading their way up my arms and down my thighs, legs and feet. arrrggghhhh!!! itchy wasn’t the word for them. i was constantly scratching and scratching. my husband and mother wanted to slap my hands and fingers all the time to stop me from doing so. i had to keep my nails short. even then, my skin became raw that scabs formed on some of them. i felt that there wasn’t an inch that didn’t itch. i wanted to claw at myself and rub my whole body up on the wall or any rough surface for that matter. this went on for weeks and weeks (it felt like forever to me). i wake up at night just so i could relieve myself of the itching. i could say that this was the hardest and most irritating i’ve ever felt during my whole pregnancy. it didn’t help that we’re right smack in the middle of the hottest summer ever, making the sweat passing through the rashes on my skin. it felt like my body is on fire. i tried every bit of safe medication i could think of and get my hands on such as baby powder, lotion, cornstarch (that one used for cooking) and tried showering five times a day. i waited for two weeks before i went to two dermatologists (one of which i feel is an old fraud who prescribed expensive medicines but didn’t make me feel any better). the second one luckily, although gave me the bad news that these would all go away when i give birth, managed to diagnose me with pruritic urticarial papules and plaques of pregnancy or PUPPP. what a mouthfull! the important thing is, she gave me some antihistamines and topical lotion, and now my skin is healing nicely, although a few rashes remain here and there.
but all these annoyances and irritants dim somehow when i think about her. anything for her. i would have gladly done it all over again just for the love of her. hmmm, on second thought i would have to think twice, thrice, about a hundred times before i consider having another baby. heehee… but it makes it all worthwhile when i feel her inside me, when the husband and i would watch my tummy go up and down following her movements. she’s gonna kick ass someday if her antics are any indication of her temperament. anyhow, the home stretch is upon me. i can now wait for labor or my scheduled cs (whichever comes first) in rash-less peace.
my first inaanak, darla ionnica, celebrated her 7th birthday last saturday. true to her mom’s kikay nature, she was given a debutante-like party. dale is as shy as can be but you can really see how much she’s grown over the years. i can’t believe she’s all grown up! it wasn’t long ago that we were welcoming the first baby in our barkada. and it seems only yesterday when we were all just trying to contain ourselves with being gigil with her and wanted to pinch those tiny chubby cheeks. too bad ninang jane and ninang tin weren’t there.
one of my good friends, jane, came home for a week’s vacation from her work in singapore. owing to the very short time granted to her, we were able to see each other only once. i missed those days when we were younger, and spending countless hours doing nothing and everything. different though our personalities are, we bonded together like soul sisters, just like carrie, samantha, miranda and charlotte.
as we grow older, and our lives are taken on different paths, we tend to see less and less of the people who are dear to us. much as we want to cling on to things that are awfully familiar, circumstances push us away from them. but no matter how we all grow up, meet new people, take on different careers, become homemakers, i know that these people here will be with me for a long, long time. we may seldom see each other but the spirit of sisterhood we share will always keep us coming back “home”. we will always have those memories, the good and bad times, and we will reminisce these with our kids and grandkids. i will always miss you guys. i hope to see you more often, even if we live at the ends of the earth. *hugs*
what the hell is wrong with some older people? i do not mean any disrespect. like any other filipino, i was brought up to value my elders, and give them due respect, starting from pagmamano to punctuating sentences with po and opo. i was brought up by my grandparents and they are as old-fashioned as can be.
but awhile ago, my patience for some old people was really tested. yes, most of them can annoying at times. but then it’s hardly an excuse to ruin your day.
and then someone set fire to me. i was seething with anger and frustration over a seemingly mundane thing that got out of hand because a freaking supervisor thought she was being bypassed over something i did and felt that the respect due to her was waylaid. WTF! i was in shock for half an hour before it hit me that she berated me like a child, instead of a professional. she wasn’t even my boss for crying out loud. i began shaking and eventually bawling and gasping for breath in my pregnant state. i never used my condition ever to have things my way (except with my husband of course), or to demand special treatment. but the way she was going on and on, and ranting about she got humiliated, she might have forgotten that she was upsetting a nine-month old woman about to give birth any day now. and the thing was, she even got her facts wrong, lying just so she could prove her point. she insinuated things, and brought up issues that weren’t even related to the point at hand, referring to my position as a union officer (my term ended 3 years ago). she’s been like this for the past year ever since i went out with hubby whom she considers her “baby”. i mean, come on, you’re not even his mother, freak. you’re nothing. she’s been trying to do me in since then. and then she found this, and turned it to a real circus in the office. she thinks just because she’s older that her word is law, say anything she wants, get away with it, and apologize if people complain. she deems it only appropriate that ought to respect her. sadly, i am only one of few who stand up to her (maybe a reason she doesn’t like me that much). i just couldn’t stand seeing people being bullied and pushed around especially when we don’t deserve it.
OLDER PEOPLE MUST REALIZE THAT THEIR AGE ALONE DOES NOT COMMAND RESPECT. THEY MUST EARN IT WELL.
this is the quietest, i think, that i ever celebrated my birthday. i would have thought i would celebrate with a bang. my last two celebrations were spent with good friends, having good food and belting our favorite songs on the videoke at mico’s BlueWithoutU at esquinita over at sgt. esguerra. and this is the first birthday that either michael and i will be celebrating together as a married couple. but don’t get me wrong, i have no complaints here. i have long realized that i don’t own my life anymore. ever since two lines appeared on the home pregnancy kits i bought over seven months ago, i knew somebody else has taken centerstage. but i don’t miss the parties nor the drinking sessions. also, what i will spend for these, i would gladly save up for things that my baby will need in a few weeks’ time. maybe i’ve changed a lot in the last year (hopefully for the better). now, i am happy just being at home with my very loving husband (still waiting for your gift dad though :)), my family and mischa inside me. since my mom and i have back-to-back birthdays, we just had a quiet dinner of pancit, adobo, and some sweets. i’ve never felt more contented and peaceful. happy birthday to me!!!