Birthing Woes

Lately I've been pestering the mister about my concerns on my upcoming delivery. Being the pain sissy that I am, I only have three more weeks left to brace myself for this unimaginable agony that I’m about to go through. Don’t get me wrong, I am very much excited to see the little miss -- I can’t wait to I hold her in my arms; it’s just that when the idea of the whole technical process clouds my mind, I begin to have these horrific images of hurt. Too much TV, I know! I’m so glad I was assured by my OB-Gyne that I can get an epidural, and NOBODY could ever stop me from asking for it. I want to be alert and awake when my baby girl comes out. I want to focus on her rather than worry about the uneasiness that I might feel. I’d like that the experience be as comfortable as it could be so I’d have a happy memory of that day.

I guess I just have to cross the bridge when I get there.

So-Called Nesting

So, I’m beginning to experience this whole new phase. Elysse will be staying in our room for the meantime, Vince and I chose to not have a second room for now because I would like to be closer to where my little girl sleeps. We gave her a whole corner! Her crib and cabinet are all set, just waiting for her arrival. It’s funny how I can’t explain the feeling that everytime I go inside our room I have this urge to peek on the furniture and touch them. I’m even finished with putting up wall appliques just for my miss. I'm super meticulous that every inch of space gets cleaned. Well, I guess I’m just really excited.

Shopping For My Girl

I always loved shopping but it’s definitely a different feeling buying stuff for our little girl. The joy’s just more amazing and pure. Last weekend we bought her a stroller. I’ve had this certain model in my mind for quite sometime now. The mister and I saved up for this in particular. I’m picky but heck, all the best for my miss! Yesterday, the Storksak arrived at our doorsteps. I’ve spent hours looking for that perfect diaper bag; thankfully, I found it!

I may sound materialistic and people perhaps think that I buy all-pricey merchandise but at least they’re worth my penny. And quality is just something I can never compensate. I’d rather purchase reasonably expensive goods that could last for how many years than cheap one-to-two-usage craps, right?

I also finished my baby registry. My brother and my friend planned my wedding shower soon. Yay! I really don’t like asking for gifts but this is practical for us. (I made sure I asked for useful ones, though.)

Ah, it’s now single digit weeks of waiting. We’re down to more or less 9!

Fast Forward

Today marks our “first date” anniversary (if there’s such a thing!). I don’t want to be sentimental but I always reminisce this 10th of November 2007. It’s because this day then changed everything in my world (well perhaps in his too!). I’m claiming that this Disneyland adventure with him (and bien, as our third wheel) was the turning point in my life.

I must admit he’s an amazing conversationalist but that’s about it. His appeal was quite ordinary, he's dressed in the usual jeans, shirt, and sneakers (while I was complete with my scarf and Uggs). I thought he was kind of conceited then and very much the suplado-type. He won’t even budge in even if I begged him to pose solo for the camera. We started that way. Me, being my “feeling-close” yet sarcastic self and him, having this look that said he couldn’t believe he’s stuck with us for the whole day in the happiest place on Earth! Not even in my wildest dream that I guessed we’d click.

But three years after, here we are now in our best state yet. We’re married and expecting our little one in less than two months – in my mind, how crazy life could really get? Seriously.

Getting There

I consider myself a control freak. I want everything to be done my way, at my own time, using my own pace. Being pregnant made me realize that some things shouldn’t be so predictably planned; that I have to trust the people around me more because they care for me (can you imagine my brother throwing me a my baby shower?!); and that I have to accept the fact that the world doesn’t revolve around me very often and I could be happier if I could make it go around somebody else (ahmm right now, the little miss!).

It’s a humbling experience knowing that I cannot chuck just any kind of food in my mouth or drink whatever I used to enjoy drinking before (REAL coffee and alcohol, to be exact!). It’s the feeling of prioritizing the baby’s health over my own satisfaction. This whole experience is teaching me to value those loved ones that have been supportive of me since day one of my pregnancy. This has opened my eyes as to how much the mister loves me. He’s been trying so hard to make me as comfortable as possible even if it means he’ll have to sleep in a less bed space than normal. Knowing that my family and friends are all excited to meet my daughter in January gives me an overwhelming confidence to brave motherhood.

Two and a half more months, I could hardly wait!