SUPER Me

I am Rizafe. 

I think Rizzie sounds cute.  

It's my dream-nickname.

90% of the people I know call me SAPIE.  Fine.

Only ONE person ever called me Fe.  Oh please!

The husband swears i-am-NOT-as-PRETTY in person.

I could have DIVORCED him in no time. 

He's lucky I love him dearly.

I am occasionally cheesy.  

Like NOW. hehe  

LATE is my other middle name. 

I seldom come/appear on time. 

 I traveled nearly whole of Visayas, partly Mindanao and Luzon via my first job.

My travels were limited to Cebu-Negros-Cebu 20 years before that.

Both my parents are natives of Negros. So, there.

My first plane ride, at 20

Naturally, I am then almost always late in my flights, bus or boat rides.  Ha!

   

I am a Training Officer in my first job, an Errand Girl in my current.

I have also worked in a call center.  

Yes, I was once a call girl. hehe

I worked and lived somewhere Middle East over two years. 

I've been to Singapore, HongKong, Korea, Japan.

Kidding. Ha!

...only at the confines of their respective AIRPORT, I mean.

I loathe wearing jeans.

 I am a disaster at PROMISES- I do break them at times.  Oops!

I only have 4 godchildren.  

I am ridiculously frugal.  You wouldn't like me for a godmother.

I used to not sleep without plucking a strayed eyebrow.  I'd pluck every single night.

Now, I almost not pluck at all.  

 Powdered eyebrow shadow is a staple cosmetic.  

Of which the husband extremely dislikes.

I don't have visible armpit hairs.

Until I learned shaving them.  Eeeck!

I don't know how to ride a freakin' bicycle.

I can't swim.

I love weddings.  I coordinated some.
 
One great love- MUSIC. 

I was once a victim of UNREQUITED love- the romantic kind.  Ha!  
 
I'm an ABBA freak since grade school.
 
Engelbert Humperdinck songs were lullabies as a toddler.

 I can sing, especially when immensely persuaded.

I can play guitar too.  I own a Fender. 

One great crush- Ely Buendia.

I seriously think ketchup/catsup is the most awesome condiment.  
 
 It's an all-time fave.

I accidentally dropped a 2-month old baby straight to the floor some years ago.

Dear husband,  I'd be ultra-careful with our own. hehe  Promise.

I am a certified FSB: Fat Since Birth.
 
I always have issues with weight.  It's perpetual.

I'm a chronic cheater when asked about HEIGHT.

I stand 5-feet 1-inch tall.  Okay, I LIED. Ha!

I had my hair permed thrice.  Horrible every time.

Fave color, green. 

But most of the stuff I own are cream-ish, black, brown and blue. 

I am tad lazy at drinking water  

I can survive with only a glass or two in a day.

I am almost always ZOMBIE-fied. 

I refuse to sleep much.

I can be boring. 

I have an exceptional ability to bore people, big time.

Our names, from my parents to siblings starts with an R.  

Rogelio, Rosina, Rochelle, Ryan, Ray, Rizafe. 

It must have been big sister's fave letter too.

She later named her kiddos: Reign, Ralph, Raiza

Brother Ray, count him in.

He named his only son, Ray Anthony. Ha!

Oh, our last name's an R too.

And guess what, I married a Rrramiso. Ha! 

The husband, again swears not to have an R baby.

Too much R's in the family.  I agree. 

Letter R aside, I wore braces in the years 2006-2008.

Still, my upper and lower lip hardly touches each other to date.

I'm a human CLAM.  You know, clams..when left open. Ha!

I can't smile or un-smile without showing teeth.

In highschool, I laughed so hard..banged my head on a cemented floor and broke a front tooth.

I wore false tooth since then.  

Hated it.

I grieve over my real tooth to this day.   


~to be continued~

27th Week

The baby bump, that is.  How time flies.  I remember being silly anxious of a more defined bump on my 4th month.  Now, it really has gotten big!  Naturally it will, I know.  But it did surprised me still, this belly, having the capacity to swell jumbo.  And to think, I still have 3 more months before D-day (Delivery Day).

Ah, don't get me started with the baby movements.  It's insanely fascinating.  Petty moves swerved around 5 months.  I initially thought I'm just having a gassy stomach as preggers tend to have one, caused by the additional progesterone hormone produced during pregnancy. (Yes, I google much!) Progesterone is said to keep me and the baby healthy, however, it also causes food to digest slowly thus the buildup of gas.  But it was indeed the baby that's moving, along side with gas.  Maybe. Ha!  No rowdy kicks yet though.  Just beyond scanty motions.  I imagine I have a swimming pool somewhere, my little one is paddling, wading freestyle. 

Cute.

But in as much as I'm amply thrilled with the lovely bulge and baby's dynamism, I'm having trouble with sleep.  Enough deep and uninterrupted sleep. First trimester saw me sleeping more hours than usual.  I reckon, it's the fatigue that knocks me out to bed.  My first 3 months were tough.  Morning sickness? Nah, I had whole-day sickness!  It almost felt like being castigated, penalized, scourged for my sins. Ha! I couldn't eat anything, even water I spew.  And in every spew, I'd cry.  You bet I cried buckets.  I drove the husband nuts!

Fast forward to 6 months, I'm always on the look-out for ZZZzzs.  I don't have a particular fave sleeping position before pregnancy.  I don't sleep long hours too but I do sleep like fatty-pork oil as my Mama would put it. Ha! Over a month now, sleeping has been a real challenge. Boy, how I miss lying on my back!  But I'm encouraged to only do the sides, ideally on my left.  I shift sides like crazy too as it gets hard to breathe when snoozing at one position for a long time.

With all the tossing and turning, who else hardly get good sleep? 

Poor husband.  Oh yes.

The Gender 

That my friend, is a one-million dollar worth question. Ha!  We had the whats-the-gender-quest on my 19th week.

19th week. my 29th birthday(22 Nov 2010) 

The one-million dollar worth answer popped on my birthday, no less.  I always pray and look forward for best birthdays through the years, but my 29th, if not super best- is definitely my most cherished.  What with the excitement and jitters combined.  The husband and I agreed we'd be grateful either boy or girl.  

I secretly wished more.

So, is it a HE or SHE?

What's your guess?

*grin*

 

 

2011 Hurrah!

This blog is showing cobwebs all over!

Now, imagine me untangle every fiber and filament there is.  Two months have surely accumulated a handsome mesh.

I... drumroll please ---  am officially back!

Yes, I'm back with a huge belly that has never got to do with constant pigging out and just having a full meal. 

when I said HUGE, I meant it. 

Judging from the HUGEness of my tank (26 weeks as of this writing), I had it 3 months before I chased the husband for marriage. Ha! You see, I slated the events of my comeback in no particular order. 

My lurrrve life got pretty interesting at some point last year. Dubious, even. But I'll spare you from the nitty-gritty of it all.  Not a single word.

a happy Bride slash 3months up the duff!

Teeming. 

Anticipating.

Pregnancy is truly a wonderful juncture in a woman's life.  It's magical. I could scream that out many times over if you'd allow me. 

As I am ultra-giddy being on-family-way, I thought of keeping a separate journal for this madness.  I sure did a lot of thinking. Two trimesters had gone passed - I haven't written a single thing.  Lame.  But finally, I am back to blogging.  And I'm convinced I really don't need to set up a new pregnancy/baby blog to contain my seventh heaven. I couldn't even manage to update a single blog, let alone juggling two at a time.  

And oh, SUPERizzie still reigns the kitchen from time to time.  We'll get around with my cooking tales every once in a while.

Aah, six months.  

I had a fateful 2010, sure.

Didn't I?