And that’s just this week. Thank God I’m not hurt.
That’s all very normal says Baby Center. I am on my third trimester, I have gained a lot of weight, my center of gravity has changed, my joints are getting loose. Thus, the clumsiness.
There is nothing I can do but to always bear in mind that I have to move s-l-o-w-l-y lest I hurt myself.
It took me a looong time picking a watermelon from the hundreds on the racks of the supermarket. I scrutinized every inch of the peel. I must have knocked at every one of them before paying for what I earlier thought was the best among the rest.
But when I got home, I found out that the “real” watermelon wasn’t so great.
And isn’t life like that? No matter what you do, life will surprise you with imperfections.
So what I will do with this watermelon? I’ll eat it anyway.
I am a big believer of attachment parenting and I look forward to the benefits of baby wearing. So I am now looking for this sling-type baby carrier. I wanna wear my baby!
I wish I had this baby carrier with my two older children! But back in those days I had absolutely no idea where and how to get these carriers so they were in my arms instead (and daddy’s, and granny’s, and granpa’s ). But now I’m crossing my fingers and hoping that this is available right here in the metro.
Help! Does anyone know where in Metro Manila can I get something like this? I must have this carrier before the little one arrives!
Last year, I took this video of my daughter wishing to go to school so she can have a lot of homework.
Finally, she is now a student of a nearby preschool and has gotten her first taste of homework – to answer two pages of her workbook.
The homework was finished in no time. She then complained, “Bakit ang konti lang? Dapat madami!”
You can ask your teacher for more homework tomorrow, I said. But no, she wanted work right that moment, her pencil poised and ready for action! I had to get her books out of her reach.
I went to the storage, bookmarked the blank pages of her big bro’s old writing book and gave them to her. There! She got her fill of homework – for now.
*Sigh* I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. But at least this shows she is having a great time in school.
This picture was taken just yesterday. My belly looks huge in the photo, but family and friends say that it is quite small. It may be, but I’m telling you, it is heavy!
The baby was sleeping when this picture was taken. Had he been awake, I’m sure there would be an extra little bump. That would be the little one showing off his karate kick. Ouch!
I have also noticed that my tummy has dropped. Yup, look closely, I’m now carrying low. The baby is slowly inching his way to freedom from his cramped quarters. Don’t worry sweetheart, you’ll be free in 4 weeks!
My stretch marks are not too visible, but my belly button has become dark. You might not see that my skin has become quite dry. Oh well, it comes with the territory so I bear them with a smile.
The idea for this post came from Toni’s blog (thanks, Toni!). I thought it would be a wonderful idea to show you this huge bump while I still love it. In 4 weeks, that will be all flab, and no one wants a picture of that, haha!
Walking now tops the list of the things I find tiresome and difficult. Don’t get me wrong, I can still get on my feet, but going around malls, for one, makes me lose my breath and insistent to go home pronto. Which makes me the family kill joy.
Last Sunday, however, I couldn’t postpone the shopping anymore. The list was getting longer. The pantry needed replenishing, the kids needed more school supplies, and I badly needed to shop for the baby.
It didn’t help that I had a bout of contractions the night before. It was so bad I actually thought it was “time.” I knew doing our shopping the next day would surely make me ready to drop from exhaustion after picking the first item on my list. We had to find a way to do all our errands as quickly as possible without me fainting.
I just learned how to use a sewing machine, and one of my projects was to sew patches on my son’s school uniform. In the previous years, I paid for the services of a tailor, so I was pretty excited to do this by myself.
And now, let me tell you that it was not easy. Putting the patch on the pocket may be very elementary for some, but it took me quite a while to have it done. Many times I was tempted to drop the job and get my ol’ tailor do it for me. (But do take note that this was my first patch project. )
Anyway, I did it! My son is now wearing uniforms with patches sewn by mommy! Pretty soon, I will be the one sewing his uniforms.
But when you do see my son wearing his uniform, please don’t look at the patch too closely. *wink*
I found Nestle Club’s video on Youtube, and it got me curious. You see, pansit is one of my favorite foods since I got pregnant and I always get my fill from a restaurant.
For me, a bilao of Palabok looks enticing to gobble up, but seems like a hurdle to cook by myself. I thought only restaurant cooks can do it. We know our mothers or grandmothers can whip up Pansit Bihon or Pansit Canton, but we rarely, if ever, hear them say they will cook Palabok.
It must have been past midnight when I slept. My tummy was cramping all over! My husband asked me if there was anything he could do. Sweet, but I told him to go back to sleep. Even I couldn’t do anything but bear the pain.
Hello again, Braxton Hicks contractions. Imagine the uterus as an athlete practicing for the Olympics. But since this athlete is no rookie, that work-out was intense! And that wasn’t the last of it!
It should be the perfect time to practice my breathing exercises. Which I have totally forgotten, haha! Now I’ll go back to bed and review.
