sick of being sick

A few months into my pregnancy I was sick nearly every single day + whenever I had breakfast, which around that time was comprised of a glass of ice cold Anmum + several pieces of Fita, I almost always threw it up instantly. To make matters worse, the very infamous morning sickness turned out to be a “whole day sickness”, as I’d get sick any time of the day:  after eating my lunch, whenever the queue builds up at work, when I smelled something my nose doesn’t like much (I remember smelling a whiff of this guy’s perfume at work + oh boy, every single pregnant woman in the room just started cursing + making a beeline to the loo, it was really that nasty!), Jared’s dad’s perfume, my roommate’s perfume (which I get to smell every morning!), + the smog coming from passenger jeepneys especially!

I nearly do not want to take in anything so as not to throw up after!  I have experimented on eating various types of food, too, thinking I’d find a formula to alleviate, if not eliminate, my morning sickness altogether. + here’s what I’ve gathered from magazines + books on pregnancy I’ve read:

  • Prevent those hunger pangs which could trigger morning sickness by having ready-to-eat snacks in your bag wherever you go, you might consider packing some raisins + biscuits in your bag at all times
  • To avoid being sick, refrain from eating too much fatty + oily food
  • Ginger can work wonders to soothe morning sickness
  • If you you feel sick almost all the time, go to your OB + ask her to prescribe you with something (yes, there is a pill you can take to stop the sickness altogether)

My morning sickness abated a few months further into my pregnancy + boy was I so relieved. But to my disappointment, it was back a couple of months before I gave birth. Oh well, I guess it is just really one of those things we need to deal with while we are pregnant, but, compared to other pregnancy-related peculiarities, this is really something I can do without 😉

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mum's thoughts: my pledge to read the printed page

Read the Printed Word!

Read the Printed Word!

“How my life has been brought to undiscovered lands, and how much richer it gets – all from words printed on a page…. How a book can have 560 pages, but in only three pages change the reader’s life.”

– Emoke B’Racz, Writing in Malaprop’s Newsletter

The first most vivid memory I had about reading is when I was in the first grade pouring over my Filipino textbook + it dawned on me that I finally learned how to read. I can vaguely remember parts of mum-teaching-me-how-to-read episodes. It was then that I discovered the art of reading + I never stopped.

In grade school, I’d finish most of my textbooks (mainly the languages ones, English, Reading, Literature + Filipino) way ahead of the rest of the class. I’d be reading stories upon stories (yes, even those that are not yet assigned to be read) + all I had to do is re-read them the time my teacher assigned it as a homework for the next school day. In fourth grade, there were only too few textbooks around + we don’t get to bring a copy home, so I’d read some of them during my break or spare time. I also read the old textbooks in school (the ones labeled “Ministry of Education,” which were phased out after the fall of the Marcos regime).

I read about a gazillion stories, I think.

During my high school days, the love for paperbacks + romance novels sprung. I was one of those who’d put a paperback inside a lecture’s notebook + pretend I’m listening to the teacher as she discussed;) It was also around this time that I discovered Shakespeare + his lovely poetic proses that I was thrilled to read (think Romeo + Juliet, Merchant of Venice, among others). I also discovered Jonathan Livingston Seagull + his amazing adventure + the Little Prince + his lovely planet, too!

I’ve been everywhere, thanks to my books. I’ve been to Paris, to Rome, to Vatican, to the Caribbean, to the streets of Manhattan + London + through the magical walls of Hogwarts School. + whenever I open a printed page, I was taken back to when I was a little girl with my very first new book. I simply love the scent of new books. I revel in them, turning the pages one by one. Browsing through the book before getting down to read it.

I simply revere books. Strictly no dog ears + back in the days, I’d painstakingly cover my books, yes including the books I borrowed from friends. That’s why most of my friends like it when I borrowed their books, since I cover them all before I return them.

Reading is something I’d like to leave my son, just like how my father ingrained the habit in us. I guess it was one of the best legacies he’s given us + when it is my time I’d like to do the same.

Did I tell you that I pledge to read the printed page (see the lovely black + white graphics up there). The dawn of modern technology gave birth to the 21st century style of reading, via e-readers like Kindle + iPad, but they would simply fail in comparison with the adventure + the feeling of browsing through the printed page.

Which do you prefer, the printed or the digital page?

Love + Light,

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flipflops are heart

motherhood, pregnancy, parenting

My love affair with flipflops began when I got pregnant with Jared. I always felt hot that I make it a point to wear the most comfortable clothes + enclosing my feet in shoes for more than 4 hours on end became very uncomfortable. I find flipflops-wearing most convenient and welcoming to my growing feet, which, in the later part of my pregnancy started swelling because of edema. Around that time it was nearly impossible to entrap them into cramping shoes + I was almost on flipflops 24/7.

My flipflops became my regular companion wherever I go: to work, to scour for baby stuffs in department stores or supermarkets or tiangges or whenever I go to the next food trip or the next adventure along with about a dozen other pregnant women like me.  Too bad my first pair gave out on me after more than a year of abuse. I actually got the sturdiest pair around, only the thin stripes broke after way too many usages. I nearly do not have the heart to throw it away after I bought a new pair, so it now sits on the shoe stand gathering dust, while I find ways to recycle or reuse them 😉

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