Sick But Funny Paige

My daughter may be sick but she certainly knows how to laugh. She is a funny little kid. She can certainly make me laugh.

We have both been stuck inside our room. She is with fever and I am suffering from symphysis pubis dysfunction. I am suffering, I swear. Every movement makes me want to weep. Every movement hurts. I feel a little bit better though after a few hours of sleep, but I still can't easily move. I walk like 110-year-old virgin woman. It takes forever to reach the bathroom which is normally about 5 steps away from our room. Now, it takes me several minutes to reach it.

Earlier, I was crying...again when suddenly Paige approached me and said, "Mama, hilingun mo udo ko."

Huh?

And I started laughing when I saw her drawing -

She started doodling again and then she said, "Mama, hilingun mo atot ko"

After enjoying my laughter, she left again and started drawing again. Finally, she presented the last of her "funny but disgusting" series.

"Mama, hilingun mo wiwi ko."

Curiously, except for the butt, the images are different. :)

Here's a video of her being her usual makulit self.

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Naga City

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Dirty Vagina

You experience all sorts of crazy, embarrassing and funny things when you are pregnant.

A couple of weeks ago, Mommy's helper, Alma (remind me to post her picture here one day), was suffering from stomach pains. This prompted a medical check-up and a urinalysis test. The test revealed that she had bacterial vaginosis and yeast infection.

Since she is also practically living with Mommy's "chicken grill boy" Boboy (remember him?) and enjoys nightly sex marathons, Mommy decided that she should get tested for pregnancy too.

I volunteered to buy the home pregnancy kit test since I was going out that day.

Mommy noticed that the patient's name section on the prescriptions, however, for the BV and yeast infection was left blank, so Mommy decided to put her name on the prescriptions and pass them off as hers.

She was gleeful about this. She was happy about the 20 percent discount she'd get for Alma's meds, but this didn't last long. She promptly changed her mood when I said, "Mama, ang iisipun po kang babakalan mo, maatiun ang buday mo."

That gave her a pause.

"Tapos iisipun ninda senior citizen ka na po tapos promiscuous ka pa giraray. Sabi kaya Mommy, women of multiple sexual partners get BV."

Mommy started frowning.

"Saka Mommy, they'd wonder how you can still get these vaginal diseases, dai ka naman childbearing age. They'd think nagreregla ka pa ma o dai ka nagpupupo!"

You can very well imagine my mother's reaction. Unfortunately, this prompted her to ask me to buy the medicines instead. She, however, was insistent on the 20% discount, so she gave me an authorization letter. You don't say no to your mother. That's the number one rule.

Later that evening, I was buying the medications. It was fine at first since I had the letter and senior citizen card and all. Until, I remembered I had to buy the Home Pregnancy Kit Test as well. Since, I already gave the prescriptions to the lady behind the counter, I had to practically shout for my additional purchase, "Ah, miss! Home Pregnancy Kit Test pa palan"

Everybody turned and looked at my bulging stomach. And I mean, BULGING stomach. It was only then that I realized what they must be thinking -

I gave out a laugh and joked, "Dai pa kaya ako sure."

:)

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36 Weeks Post

So, how many times have you visited my blog during the past few weeks?

It has been a while since I wrote anything. Truth be told, I didn’t feel like blogging. But I have just finished the movie, Letters to Juliet and I was inspired to write something – anything. You know, just write something not related to work. I miss that sometimes. I miss writing and not worry about my Grammar or my sentence constructions.

I’m on my 36th week of pregnancy now. By next week, I’d be in my full term of pregnancy and anytime from then on, I’d probably go into Labor – or not. Depending on whether the doctor thinks I should have a cesarean section. I do not rebel against the thought anymore though. I still want to have a normal delivery, but if that will put my life or the baby’s life at risk, I do not want to insist on it.

By now, pregnancy is getting even more difficult by the day. I think I am carrying a really large baby. My stomach literally moves from left to right every time she squirms or moves. Not surprisingly, doing any normal activity is really hard. What’s easy though is sleeping. God! I feel so tired and sleepy ALL THE TIME. Everything else is hard. The hardest though is getting up from the bed.

I have all sorts of aches and pains, but the vaginal pressure takes the lead. Okay, I wrote that. I said VAGINA. Deal with it. I read that it’s due to the baby’s position being very low or the fact that I’m carrying a huge baby. I think it’s probably both. I feel like I’m carrying a bowling ball between my legs. Imagine a ball attached to your private parts – yes, that’s how painful it is. And I didn’t have this with Paige.

We’ve finally come up with a name for the baby though. It’s Leigh Riley. I wanted a one-syllable first name for the baby, just like Paige. So, it’s Leigh. “Leigh” means delicate or meadow while “Riley” means courageous. I like the contrasting meanings. Erbe likes it too. My mother does not like the name “Riley” though. Oh well. Everybody has an opinion that is why Erbe and I agreed not to tell people, but you’re not people though – 3you’re anonymous faces who actually give a damn about this blog. Well, that’s what I think; otherwise you wouldn’t be here.

Sometimes, I wonder who you are though. Of course, I know Jinx, Luns, Tinay and yes, even P read this blog but I don’t know who else bothers… Oh, yeah, I used to have an avid reader – I don’t know though if she still bothers to read. I hope not. I don’t think she’s that pathetic.

∞

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Influences

I have had lots of major influences in my life – people who at one time or another influenced how I viewed life.

In truth, I am not an easy person to influence because I can be very stubborn. I have learned to form my own opinions at a young age and that’s how I have always been. But there have been people who sneaked up on me and have become huge influences –

There is my mother – of course – from whom I have learned the value of sacrifice. I’ve always said this and I say this again – if I can be half of a mother that she is, I’d be a very good mother already.

My father taught me religion and faith. As a little girl, I was fond of hanging rosaries on my neck. It was scary how I was getting a bit fanatical about faith and religion. I could recite the rosary (and all its mysteries) when I was 7 years old.

I grew up around my elder cousins who adored Sharon Cuneta and at one point, hated Vina Morales. Oh boy, was I mad at Vina, too. I loved Sharon Cuneta so much I had memorized most of her songs.

And there were teachers in St. Joseph who influenced my way of thinking – Madam Bayani, particularly. I must admit though it was hard to resist her influential gaze lure.

When I was in College, I met Ryan who was a major influence as well. Rye believes in grabbing chances and taking responsibilities of one’s action. But we pursued different paths and over time, I have learned to live life my way – and I have come to realize that I do not agree with a lot of things he believed/believes in. I guess, he doesn’t agree with how I am living my life right now. But that’s alright because – well, to be completely honest, I do not agree with many of the decisions he made as well. But no judgments, no judgments.

I am not a wide-eyed 19-year-old girl anymore. I am not the same girl who readily gave her heart away and had it ripped inside out. No, I am a mother now. And I have to make decisions and take everything into consideration. I am still learning though – and these days, I have been learning from my husband.

Erbe taught me that a person can go through hell and get out of it – not unscathed, but stronger, better and hopeful.

He has taught me a lot about faith and how far one can go riding on his or her faith.

He has taught me kindness because he is incredibly kind.

My husband taught me patience – although I have a long, long way to go before I can be half as patient as he is.

He taught me the meaning of unconditional love – the kind of love that can give you superhuman strength (not literally, of course)

My husband taught me optimism. I loved being cynical and pessimistic. My husband is the complete opposite.

In truth, I can go on and on. Oh no, he is not perfect. After all, he is the husband who can fart his way to hell and back. But that’s okay. That’s okay - sometimes. :)

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