Whining but Smiling

I’ve been feeling crappy more than usual but it’s not only because of the dehydration that breastfeeding causes or the sleepless nights of having a new baby… let’s blame most of my mood swings to the husband. (Long story, and adding the story here would change the title to Whining and Contemplating).

Moving on to the real topic of motherhood, I never thought it would be this difficult. Being pregnant was hard enough, the labor, the epidural and C-section were hell-ish… and now, the every 2hr wake-up call for milk-burp time, diaper change and cradle-to-sleep adds up to the torture of the hurting-yet-itchy-now-healing-stitches on my tummy.

Born to kick ass...

Single Status: The 30's Dilemma

For the past weeks, all I've been hearing are constant complains of soon-to-be-thirty women who are still single. They are questioning the Almighty for their loneliness, inquiring when this magical "Knight in shining armor" will come and rescue them from the seemingly never-ending sadness of singlehood. This leads me to ask myself, "is it really that important to meet your life partner before you reach 30?" I mean, is it that difficult to live 30 years of your life without someone to call "boyfriend or girlfriend"?

Simple Joy: To Use the Toilet

I've been on bed rest for more than a week now and only Wednesday morning, I had to be confined in Capitol Medical Center cause of pre-term labor. It was a hell of an experience to stay for almost 12 hours in the delivery room and listen to women moan/complain about their contractions, etc. The dextrose on my right hand limited my movement and made me feel more uncomfortable than the contractions in my tummy. Oh yeah, add the steroids that they injected on my left and right arm (it was needed to speed up the development of my baby's lungs, in case the baby comes out premature), it stings!

Things I Realized and Discovered When I Got Married

It’s been only a few months since Eugene and I got married, and in such a short time, I’ve already learned a lot about him and more about myself like…

The ideal wife...

Old School Love

My parents’ love story is like a fairytale that has been told hundreds of times after family dinners or anytime that my Mom would like to brag about her and Dad’s whirlwind romance. My sisters and I can tell you the same old story in different languages, and it would all sound the same… exaggeratedly sweet and cheesy. My version though, will not be mushy, but more straight to the point. I bet my eldest sister, Wheng’s version of the story would be more of a comedy, while Dhing’s version would be more on the romantic side.

My Love Story: Answered Prayers

This story would probably be something that my [future] son would get tired of hearing… but still, I will continue to tell him this story to remind him how God works in His own lovely way.

It was a cold summer evening, and the stars are out to fill the sky with beautiful sparks of light. It was past midnight of April 2, year 1999. I was feeling tipsy, I got drunk but I was still aware of the events around me. I am not satisfied with this level of drunkenness, after all, this would be the first time in my 18 years of existence to finally get “wasted”. It was also the first time that my overprotective parents allowed me to go to an overnight swimming with my tae kwon do classmates and friends. I was eager to go back to the table where my friends are serving “beer-gin” (a mix of beer and gin), but there was this boy, (whom I’ve known for only a few months) who kept on bugging me to stay close, holding my hands and refusing to let go. Darn it, he’s boring – but cute!

Wedding Preps and all that Jitters

Whew, yesterday was a tiring day for both Eugene and I. We finally found a decent reception to host our wedding and we already booked the church. Originally, we are aiming to have the wedding inside the Navy-Marines camp in Fort Bonifacio, they have a church with discounted rate for marines or navy and and they also have an Officers Club, a reception which is walking distance from the church. However, the Philippine Navy Officer’s Club has its own caterer, with a very limited menu (oh come on… fried chicken for a wedding, are they serious?!!!).