baby steps: the journey to yummyhood. entry #4

the case of my missing waist has finally been cracked.

i saw my baby for the first time, and fell in love with her. so i really am pregnant, and not just putting on weight around my midsection. yey. tristan took the day off to witness the probing and he held my hand the whole time. there's three of us now.

i was a bit worried that something could be wrong as i was feeling very sick the past couple of months. but the doctor said everything looked to be ok with the baby's development.

baby


hands

the little bean was happily swimming in her warm cocoon when we did the scan. i couldn't help but be a wee bit emotional. a solitary teardrop glided down my right cheek but i was too embarrassed to let the doctor see. it's still too early to tell the gender though, but i feel it's a girl.

i hurdled the first trimester. now i can't wait for what they say is the best part of pregnancy.

*****

tristan might just have been overwhelmed with joy after the scan. so he decided to reward me with three items of sexy lace and silk lingerie.

or was that reward for himself?

really, wtf?

homebound again today. morning sickness has eased up a bit, and i find myself 'grazing' the whole day --- eating everything in sight, in minute quantities but.

spent most of the day in front of the pc, reading stuff about anything and everything. and i came across this:

wtf? this gives me goosebumps everytime i hear it. even if 'pretty-fied', i still find it hair-raising. ahrgh.

cook wins!

america voted david cook as the next ai.

simon told archuleta "it's a knockout."

eh? bleh.

everything

you are the sun, bursting in yellow joy
white heat, into a final fury
of crimson blaze

i am a memory of the moon
a distant remnant of the farthest star
blending into darkness

you are a majestic oak, sturdy
fists punching the white mists of the big sky
the central spectacle in an elaborate landscape

i am a dandelion, a tumbleweed
pirouetting up, down, round and about
blown by a breath, twirling

i dance to your words
bottled in lilting notes
taken in cups of luxuria by strangers

you wear my roughly sewn burlap
of random ideas and disorganized thoughts
read in the patches and stitches

you are who i want to be with,
if not who i want to be

i am the one who gives sense to you
i magnify you.

you are everything
and i---
i am everything else.

baby steps: the journey to yummyhood. entry #3

on my way to my ninth week now, and amidst the number of downsides in being pregnant, thankfully i have discovered that there are upsides too.

1. i constantly have very pink cheeks (due to the increased blood circulation, i reckon)
2. i always have my way (hubby spoils me a lot)
3. i have bigger boobs (yey!)
4. everyday is an exercise of patience (i can't wait!!!)
5. and that's about it.

the day before yesterday, my husband burst into song, and composed this for our little jellybean:

summer's gone
tell me
where'd you come from
but love
you are all we're waiting for

a space of bliss,
where is?
made from a single kiss
knock knock who's there
beneath this touch?

mommy's waiting for you
the sun is back
go pop the bag
mommy's waiting for you
go hug a thumb
and melt a dad

mommy's waiting for you
knock knock who's there
surprise, surprise...

he was singing me this song when i was about to rest, and i almost cried myself to sleep..