Twisted Taste Buds

Those who know me, would know that it's very tricky to feed me. Not that I'm a food snob nor a proclaimed food expert, in fact, I eat simply. You can take me to a corner carinderia and I'll be fine. It's just that there are stuff I don't and won't eat (white meat, certain greens, dish that's sweet -- aka with pineapples, raisins, etc., but I'll eat anything with mango). See, it can be tricky, but eventually, one can get the hang of it. And if all else fails, just give me salt and rice and I'll be more than satisfied.

This was before I got pregnant. Blame it on raging hormones (yeah, blame everything on it), food that I used to love, I now hate. Imagine, I don't want to have anything to do with salty stuff. Me? Me, who my friends call "Ms. Patis" have turned my back on it! Neither can I take in anything that's sweet (save for ice cream -- which really makes one feel better, physically and emotionally). So if you want chocolates (all sorts), swing by our house and I'll gladly given 'em all to you. We have some cakes, too.

What do I eat now? Anything tasteless! Bread, crackers, rice, pasta (no sauce). Me? Eat bread? Geesh. There are moments I feel like eating something, but once I get to taste it, I don't want it anymore. It's just crazy! It's even more frustrating because I am always hungry, but can't seem to find the right food that will satisfy my constantly (I'm hungry every hour! Whereas before, I could last the day with just one meal!) grumbling tummy! So, I'd settle for bread.

I've been reading blogs about so many new restos in the Metro, heck there are several around my school, but I have no urge to explore them. Sigh.

They say I'll be out of this stage soon and that I'm going to be an eating machine soon. As for me, I just can't wait to savor anything that tastes good. Again.

Read the Sign: "I AM PREGNANT"

I want to hang that sign around my neck.

After months of hiatus from the world, I am starting to have good days, and these good days are becoming more and more frequent (Thank God!), I take advantage of any chance I get to go out and see something more than just the 4 corners of our house (and for some fresh air and sunlight, too!).

The other day, I was finally able to go to the salon for a much needed haircut. The first thing my stylist told me "Tumaba ka!". Defensive me, I was quick to rebut "I'm pregnant!".

Last night, a friend joined us for dinner. He arrived mid-way through our dinner. As we were waiting for the bill, I stood up to go to the washroom. When I got back to our table, our friend said "You don't really look pregnant yet. You can just be a fat person". HUWAAAAAT?!?!?

Grrr, I hate to admit it, but our friend is right. More specifically, I look like someone with a big gut! Waaahhh!!!! (If you know me, you'd know how much effort I exert just to keep my tummy flat!) I'm too small to wear maternity clothes, but already big for my normal clothes. Not that I don't fit in them anymore, but my stomach is already spilling out of them!

I suppose every pregnant woman goes through this awkward stage. Something I have to go through before I can enjoy all the glory of being pregnant. Sigh.

So, if you bump into me, don't wonder anymore. Yes, I am pregnant.

Extended Jetlag

I know, I know, it's been a looong while.

A couple of weeks after my last post, my hubby and I left for our annual sojourn (Pictures to be posted soon. Hopefully.) However, that's not the sole reason for the silence in this journal.

What I thought was just fatigue and terrible jetlag from the trip -- lots of sightseeing, touring, seeing friends, getting on and off airplanes, waiting in airports, adjusting to different timezones was, apparently, much more than just that.

I was, good gahd, 5 weeks pregnant! No wonder I was chronically tired the week before we flew back home. Again, I just dismissed it as fatigue.

Yes, yes, we should consider this trip as our honeymoon. Hey, but that's not the point here.

I'm on my 13th week now, and it has not been easy. I call my pregnancy a textbook pregnancy. Everything the book says one might be experiencing has been happening to me! I always tell my friends I should get a prize for getting a perfect score!

Honestly, this the the most awful feeling ever. I call myself a "senior citizen". I can hardly get out of bed, can't eat anything, I feel woozy and nauseous all the time, my tummy, back, head, aches...name it! I haven't been to school since the Christmas break, haven't been able to cook, drive, clean the house, anything! I think a senior citizen is more able and capable than I am now.

That is why I haven't been online. I couldn't afford to take a few steps to go to the den and go to my desktop computer let alone sit on a chair and spend a few minutes in front of the computer. So, I finally got myself a laptop and installed a wi-fi router in our house. Now, I can go online in the comfort of my bed, and hopefully, update you with this latest adventure of my life.