Went to zambales a couple of days ago and got a nice tan. I stayed close to the shore because Arvin won't let me go in far enough...enough to have my whole body under the water. I did my best by bending my knees as the white water hit me. It was sunny and the water was cool, which became a little warmer the longer you stayed in. I had on my one piece suit which despite it's color (black) did not hide my growing body. I felt so fat amongst the svelte surfers around me...BUT! the good thing about being pregnant and in a swimsuit is that i don't need to hold my breath and tuck my tummy in...i was donning that belly like there's no tomorrow!
Well, except when we went to the local palengke. I was passing by in between these two fishmongers who seemed used to shouting every word that came out of their mouths without mind.
fishmonger #1: Pare, tignan mo yun chick, okay yan!
fishmonger #2: Ang laki ng bilbil eh!
Waaaaaa! I was oddly humored and mortified at the same time! and to top it all off, it was funny to hear the word 'bilbil' (loose belly) again...haven't heard it in a while. My suspicions of me looking more fat than pregnant was confirmed. Okay, I am both fat and pregnant. I accept. Besides, as one of my good friends did remind me, that this whole thing is not about me, it's about my baby. (Thanks asela!) I am comforted by this thought.
Anywho, the name of the place was Liwa Liwa in the town of San Felipe. This is the entrance to the beach. Odd to be surrounded by pine trees on sandy ground. Isn't it ironic? don't chu tink?
And this is arvin and i going into the entrance to the beach. There was a beautiful white iron gate. I don't know why there's an underline to my every word, tried to get rid of it, but can't...so bear with me. And for some reason, i can no longer upload anymore pictures. Haaay! Thanks to Mrs. Raena Abella for them beaut photos by the way! :)
New topic: Bed rest!
Yes, I'm on bed rest. I was rushed to the E.R. last night. I was having contractions the whole day and some spotting. I thought it normal, till the my doctor called me to immediately check myself in. It did not feel much more painful than any normal cramps come PMS days. But i guess the doctor thought otherwise. This was serious stuff. Though i did feel weaker than usual. I was prevented to walk so i was thrown into a wheelchair and went through several tests. I thought it somewhat exaggerated...but everyone in the hospital did think it serious enough, so i complied.
Today, I spent most of the day in the hospital yet again. Arvin hauled me on a wheelchair everywhere. I felt so special yet helpless at the same time. Wheelchairs have special powers. People around you are nicer, but they all seem to try to avoid eye contact. It was weird. Perhaps people thought that people in wheelchairs are ashamed of being in one, avoiding eye contact would hide their pity and prevent prolonging shame in the whellchairee. On the contrary! i was enjoying the ride! Though i was growing tired by the minute. It was probably all the excitement.
I went through a pelvic ultra sound. I saw my baby. And he or she is bigger this time! And super malikot! It was in a breech position which made it hard to see the sex. Plus the doctor said, i should wait 2 or 3 more weeks to find out, and to be very sure. Good timing because 2 weeks from now i will be having a thorough congenital ultrasound. Normally, the doctor would advise any patient to eat chocolates before any ultra sound, so as to see the baby move in the womb. But she said, i don't need to. Oh, doctor, but i need to eat chocolates!
The doctor said that the probable cause of my spotting and contraction is stress and moving a lot too much. I admit, i am secretly stressing about some things lately. Mostly people and relationships. I cry alot. I wake up in the middle of the night and can't go back to sleep. I've got sentiments I can't seem to get over with and some that are too hard for me to wrap my head around with. I really don't know how i feel...all i know is, there is pain. Apart from over feeling, i tend to clean the house a lot nowadays. I just can't stop.
I was prescribed a drug that i have to take 3 times a day together with the slew of tabs i have to take as well. Tab cocktails aren't fun. It makes me gag. Then i am on bed rest. I even have to be escorted to the loo whenever i have to go. How crazy is that? Not as crazy as the suggestion of getting a bed pan. NO WAY! I am literally ordered not to make too much movement. Thank God, i only have to move my fingers to write all these. Poor arvin has to cook and do the dishes after. I am definitely loved. Thank you God!
New topic: Bed rest!
Yes, I'm on bed rest. I was rushed to the E.R. last night. I was having contractions the whole day and some spotting. I thought it normal, till the my doctor called me to immediately check myself in. It did not feel much more painful than any normal cramps come PMS days. But i guess the doctor thought otherwise. This was serious stuff. Though i did feel weaker than usual. I was prevented to walk so i was thrown into a wheelchair and went through several tests. I thought it somewhat exaggerated...but everyone in the hospital did think it serious enough, so i complied.
Today, I spent most of the day in the hospital yet again. Arvin hauled me on a wheelchair everywhere. I felt so special yet helpless at the same time. Wheelchairs have special powers. People around you are nicer, but they all seem to try to avoid eye contact. It was weird. Perhaps people thought that people in wheelchairs are ashamed of being in one, avoiding eye contact would hide their pity and prevent prolonging shame in the whellchairee. On the contrary! i was enjoying the ride! Though i was growing tired by the minute. It was probably all the excitement.
I went through a pelvic ultra sound. I saw my baby. And he or she is bigger this time! And super malikot! It was in a breech position which made it hard to see the sex. Plus the doctor said, i should wait 2 or 3 more weeks to find out, and to be very sure. Good timing because 2 weeks from now i will be having a thorough congenital ultrasound. Normally, the doctor would advise any patient to eat chocolates before any ultra sound, so as to see the baby move in the womb. But she said, i don't need to. Oh, doctor, but i need to eat chocolates!
The doctor said that the probable cause of my spotting and contraction is stress and moving a lot too much. I admit, i am secretly stressing about some things lately. Mostly people and relationships. I cry alot. I wake up in the middle of the night and can't go back to sleep. I've got sentiments I can't seem to get over with and some that are too hard for me to wrap my head around with. I really don't know how i feel...all i know is, there is pain. Apart from over feeling, i tend to clean the house a lot nowadays. I just can't stop.
I was prescribed a drug that i have to take 3 times a day together with the slew of tabs i have to take as well. Tab cocktails aren't fun. It makes me gag. Then i am on bed rest. I even have to be escorted to the loo whenever i have to go. How crazy is that? Not as crazy as the suggestion of getting a bed pan. NO WAY! I am literally ordered not to make too much movement. Thank God, i only have to move my fingers to write all these. Poor arvin has to cook and do the dishes after. I am definitely loved. Thank you God!
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