Sappy Friday

I said I'd stay home for the night, not alone, if he can come over.

You see, there are two abode I alternately nest into.  Home A, where I primitively live and work. Home B, where the husband dwells- a good 45 minutes drive from A.  Now that I'm huge as a barn door, long drives would induce cramped legs, sore back and behind. Hence, I laze around 'Home A' most frequent lately. Not quite an impeccable living arrangement, but we're cool with it.

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So, I got myself a reasonable straightforward man, who perfectly clinch with a fickle girl that I am.  Yes, I am erratic. Even without the raging hormones that comes along with pregnancy, I am naturally dicey.  

Uhm, what's up with the odd, random thoughts on a Friday night?  Just here thinking aloud, the husband can't come over.  Although he would sometimes bend his being forthright to pet his insanely cloying wife (he's awesome like that), tonight is one of the whole slew of times when 'no' is a firm NO.  

I did say I'd stay home for the night.

And tonight is one of the innumerable times I wish I hadn't. 

Friends, please blink for some seconds hereon so you won't see this part written..

I miss you Manong :(

..then skip that gooey line all told. Hee. 

**I blame the tremendous changes in hormone levels for this sickly-cheesy post. Truth be told, nearly all pregnant women are prone to emotional ups and downs.  I have my share bouts of feeling unsure, extreme reactions to minor things and even crying.  I would cry until my tear-ducts dry up, mostly for no apparent reason.

But oh, I'm alright.  The little one (who drop-kicks me non-stop) is keeping me cutesy company. 

sporting my 31-week old belly

On a happier note, me and darling Maxx are having 4 days off from work.

I should cheer up, ei?

 

 

Love

Today, I discern beyond any doubt, no one should underrate the stature of lush flowers..

 .. especially on V-Day. 

Even supposing:

• You two are espoused for 119 days since. 
• One and the other regard any day, everyday as  Heart's Day. 
• Had mushy couple time on the 13th, that, with a hefty dinner you think you'd survive not eating for a week! 
• When hugs and kisses amply beat the occasion, you won't ask for anything more.

Dear husband, I am much content sans the treat.  But you defied starvation at 1pm, only to get home to a haggard-looking wife who doesn't sleep, bathe, doll up or preen. Hee!  

Most of all, you hurled the sky-high price of roses (they're not too pricey before/after a week or so.Yes?)  just so you could hand me something red with sappy thoughts on the 14th.

It's official, YOU-ARE-SWEET, though you claim otherwise.  Just as you refuse to believe when your friends remark: you got yourself a lovely wife.  Eeeck! Ha!

Aah.  I thought I'd fizzle out with too much delight.  

So, to the sweetest guy who CHASED me until I CAUGHT him ~

Happy happy LURRVE's day.

 

I love you a whole bunch!

30th Week

I am now large humongous, slow and clumsier. Add to that, evermore tired and difficult. 

The weekly pregnancy articles I follow through assert the baby now weighs almost 3 pounds, like head of a cabbage.  I, on the other hand, packed a whopping 28 pounds since day one! 

 with fellow prego- Diday :)

At a gathering last weekend, somebody blurted at how huge my bump is for seven months.  Had she not known how far I am along, she would've thought I'm real close to D-day. Oh well, no two pregnancies are alike.  And it annoys the husband when people start to compare, surmise and predicts like a crystal-ball divine. Yes, he's overly-sensitive like that.  Even much more than the one sporting the big bump. Ha! 

While weight gain during pregnancy is needed to help the baby grow, it's also important to gain only the right amount for my body. Being on the overweight side before I got prego, I should only gain 15-25 pounds over nine months.

I am utterly horrified. 

God knows I'm a sucker at shedding the extras, a surplus flab after pregnancy is definitely not welcome.

That, my friends, is a note to self as I'd become complacent being huge, putting myself in delusion that it's alright.  Hee!   

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The little one moves a lot crazier the past weeks.  I have grown in me a Karate Kid it seems.  It could sometimes get prickly especially when I'm vigorous and engaged at work.  He/She (I still refuse to reveal. Ha!) is quite reactive with noise too, say, me vacuuming the floor and the occasional baby talks.  Yes, we talk.  I mean, I talk and I lured myself to believe he/she talks back with his/her delightful punts.

I call my little darling~ Maxx.  In mighty honor of ..

MAXX Euchalyptus Menthol Candy. Ha!

I kid you not.  

I pop them up like chips, morning 'til night.  I practically fed on them during my grueling first trimester.  Ah, they were my ultimate saviour.  

So once again, I lure myself believing the baby likes his/her pre-birth name. He/She seems to happily respond every time.  And I'm so used to the name already it irks the husband.  I'm pretty aware of the name's distaste, hence I'd probably give him and the rest of the family a heart attack if I'll make the name official. 

But for the meantime, he/she is Maxx.  

Oh gosh, he/she's kicking. Ha!