Not So Much to Write About

it has been raining here in negros since sunday.  and i guess, in most parts of the country.  i blame it on butchoy. for the first time in months, i haven’t complained about the heat.  haven’t went out yet, not that there’s so much to see here in our hacienda.  but i would have loved to visit the booths in the plaza since it’s our town fiesta on the 15th.  we decided not to celebrate the fiesta this year since for one, the stress is quite unnecessary at this time and two, we’re scrimping on the budget since we need to save for my upcoming delivery.

the internet and cableTV are keeping both me and the husband sane, restless city-dwellers that we are.  and oh, the food.  he’s raiding the bedroom ref where my mother keeps the chocolates every chance he gets while i make daily requests of the food i mostly miss.  like bamboo shoots with coconut milk, shrimp, crabs, and anything with cadios and batuan.

it’s a good thing i made sure to prepare several books for this leave, or else, i would have pestered my mother to go to the city every other day.  which is really not a good idea since i am on bedrest.  i got good omens, the lost diary of don juan, the virgin’s lover, the kite runner and the 5 or 6 romance novels i bought from chin.  i think those would help me pass the time up until the little one decides to come out.

the little boy, on the other hand, is enjoying his vacation.  he has an audience for his tricks, and my nanay just bought him a mini-motorcycle which runs on battery.  so you can just imagine the raucous he makes whenever he is up and kicking everyday.  he loves playing in the rain, as well as taking a bath in the native poso. however, he is still afraid of the shower.  hehehe.

ah, blogging is still my refuge.  whether at work, or at play.

The Weekend That Was

so i said goodbye to cebu and hello to the vast sugarcane fields when we reached the new bacolod-silay airport last saturday.  it was an uneventful yet stressful airplane ride since for some reason that wasn’t disclosed to us, we flew to bacolod on that small airbus they usually charter to boracay.  and the flight attendant kept on mistaking our destination for caticlan instead of negros.  i have never been more glad to be home when we finally made it. 

on our last night at minglanilla, i felt a little sad, a little wistful and i was surprised.  i guess i will miss our little house and our gigantic bed.  it’s a good sign, i suppose.  that means i am on my way to feeling settled and at home there.  despite my usual tirade of it being too far and the neighbors being too uncivilized. 

we went to see my new OB the same day so she scan check on my and the baby’s status.  after doing the IE and the fetal check test-something (to check on the frequency of my contractions), we decided to have the CS operation on the 30th.  she gave me some meds to lessen or stop the contractions because it’s still too early for me to give birth.  so by the 29th, i’ll pitch camp at the hospital already (after watching sharon’s new movie of course) and wait for the “time.”  gawd, as much as i don’t want to think about it, i am getting scared a little each day.  it’s like, i can’t wait to get it over and done with, but also dreading the day.  mag rosaryo na ko sugod today, actually. 

yesterday, mother’s day, the husband told me he forgot his gift for me in cebu.  i tried fishing for more info but he wouldn’t tell me more. he said that he got me something whose value appreciates everyday.  a house and lot, perhaps?  hahaha.  i have to give it to him.  he always makes sure he gets me something during mother’s day.  last year, he took me shopping.  and i think, when raf is old enough, he’d teach him how to surprise mommy every year. 

i didn’t buy my nanay a gift, and i told her that even before we got here in negros.  my sister already prepared a surprise for her so i thought, i’d give it to them this time.  but of course, my nanay asked for my new pair of earrings and the new bag i bought just last friday.  cge na lang.  hahaha.  i told the husband he should get me the same bag when he returns to cebu. 

now, on a monday, i am working.  i promised my reliever i’d be online to assist her for the first two weeks.  i think it’s enough to make me busy while i prep myself for the coming of my little girl. 

so there, happy monday from sugarlandia!

A Petition

i am almost tempted to ask God to make men pregnant too.  to make them undergo this miracle, and slight torture, so they would understand and learn to appreciate the women in their lives.  it now annoys me when the husband complains whenever i ask for a massage.  i hate it when he says that there are other pregnant women out there who are more unfortunate than me (like, they have to ride the jeepney while i take the taxi) but never complain.  i always resist the urge to quip back, “hello, wala pod sila naanad ug maayong pangabuhi no.”

perhaps i am being difficult (i had admitted that already) but when you are in this state of not knowing what to do to ease the discomfort a little bit, you’d want to have all the conveniences you can afford.  or what your husband can afford.  in fairness to him, he never says no whenever i ask him to treat me out to dinner or lunch.  or if i’d want to stay in a hotel for the weekend.  he has bought me several shoes and clothes without the “customary” what-will-you-do-with-your-collection or how-about-selling-your-old-ones litany.  he gives in to my whims without much ado, as soon as he sees a shadow of a pout on my lips.

but it just irks me when he gives me that why-don’t-you-have-the-yaya-do-your-massage talk while kneading my legs.  and to think, he enjoys that task so much when i am not pregnant.  it makes me feel like i am a burden to him.  maypa si raf, he would massage my arms and head even if i don’t ask for it.  but then, he is also the reason why i would have headaches at 9 pm.  ing-ana ka kiat akong anak that he triggers headaches and stomachaches in as little as 10 minutes.

so please God, just this time.  maybe You can consider this petition of mine.  have them men, carry a bump in their tummy too.  and put a live, moving thing in there.  not just alcohol.  i have been a good little girl, haven’t i?

Proud Ate

i rarely check my sisters’ friendster or multiply accounts. yesterday, out of boredom, i peeked into their pages and i was well, amazed, at how grown up they are now. hahaha.

of course, i only talk to them on the phone and see them what, three times a year? and i guess, just like our parents, they will always remain as my little sisters. the little sisters who i can bully to do my bidding and the little sisters who pester me with their assignments. i feel so ancient just looking at their pictures. hahaha.