Look at that. Two posts in two days. Must be a record for me or something.
Let me explain my title. I haven't really had any 'baby' dreams up till now. Mostly when I've dreamt, it's been weird combinations of movies I've watched and books I've read. For example, I may have mentioned my odd dream combining Harry Potter, Brideshead Revisited and Amadeus. The only consistent thing was that everyone spoke in British accents.
Last night I had my first official 'baby dream'. First of all, I dreamt that Vergil was actually going to go through the labour instead of me and while part of me was relieved, the other part of me thought I would be better suited for it. Then the dream kind of morphed into a few weeks after the baby had been born and I was attempting breastfeeding for what seemed like the first time. It seemed strange that I hadn't done it earlier and I didn't know what the baby had been eating up till then. Anyway, it didn't seem to be working right and someone was yelling at me that I was doing it wrong.
From there, the dream morphed again and my infant, who was still an infant, could suddenly walk and talk. He was rude and sarcastic and mocked people and I remember being quite upset about that. Only thing was, I was now associating this child with Bart Simpson and felt that it was Homer's fault my baby was so ascerbic. Homer and I (or was it Marge? It was getting hard to tell by that point) had a big fight through a wall I busted open with my (her?) fist. I think there was some blue hair involved, so this might have been the 'watching it happen' part that often occurs in my dreams.
The only other thing I remember was my baby's hair. It was the same colour and texture of one of the kids in the youth group at my church. Very strange. I'm pretty sure my actual child will have dark hair like Vergil, but in my dream, it was more like my colour only thicker and curlier.
Yeah. Very strange. Anyone feel like 'Freudalzying' my dream? You're very welcome to try!
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
time for a change
I grew tired of my old blog template, so I've decided to update it. I liked the colour of the fishies and the "be your own fish" idea. Doesn't really have anything to do with anything, but hey, it's new and fun and that's all I really care about.
Not much to say so far this week, so I won't say much at all. If I think of something clever to post later on, I'll definitely do that for your reading amusement.
Oh, and don't worry, Linda. I promise to be careful of what I give my child to play with and will always supervise him. I do acknowledge that he is not, in fact, a cat and can't be left to entertain himself with a ball of tin foil for hours on end. I also promise to use diapers instead of trying to train him to use a litter box. :D
Not much to say so far this week, so I won't say much at all. If I think of something clever to post later on, I'll definitely do that for your reading amusement.
Oh, and don't worry, Linda. I promise to be careful of what I give my child to play with and will always supervise him. I do acknowledge that he is not, in fact, a cat and can't be left to entertain himself with a ball of tin foil for hours on end. I also promise to use diapers instead of trying to train him to use a litter box. :D
Thursday, October 25, 2007
conflicted
I haven't blogged in a while because I feel a little conflicted. There's been a lot of sad news going around in my circles and it feels kind of weird to be on the opposite end of that with happy stuff. Is it rude or inconsiderate to talk publicly about my good news? I don't want to negate anyone's pain or sorrow by lurching into my own excitement all over the inter-web.
I know blogging is a self-involved thing. It's supposed to be about me and not about other people. Only trouble is, I still want to have some manners and some sympathy for people who might read my blog who might not want to hear about my happy news. I know they could just choose not to read what I have to say, but I know for myself, I have on more than one occassion, taken personally people's seeming inconsiderateness on-line.
Anyway, maybe I'm needlessly obsessing, but I just want to make it clear to my readers that I have heard many of your struggles and do take them seriously and in no way want to brush them off as 'it didn't happen to me so it doesn't matter.' It does matter. I can't imagine losing a loved one and the renewed pain of a friend miscarrying is very personal to me. Please know I'm praying for all of you.
Okay. I still feel a little weird about launching into my own happiness from here, but I'll do it anyway, because sometimes happiness can be contagious and I hope in this case it will be.
We went for our second ultrasound last weekend to find out baby banana's gender. Let's just say from now on, you can refer to my child as 'Mr. dela Rosa'. That's right, just like my dad and Vergil wanted, we're having a little boy. We're all pretty excited. Here's a cute picture of him already thinking very hard about his future (or maybe thinking about how handsome he is or wondering why his parents are such nut-cases)...
I also got a new book called Entertaining and Educating Babies and Toddlers and, upon reading it, made an unusual, unexpected discovery. Entertaining a newborn sure does seem a heck of a lot like entertaining a cat. For example,
Okay, so the cognitive skills being developed aren't quite like a cat, but seriously - foil and socks filled with tissue paper? Good idea, but that's what I used to make for the cats I lived with! Very funny.
It is a good book, though, because it's filled with ideas for entertaining and educating that cost little or no money. So nuts to you, Leap-Frog and Fisher Price! I'm making bell-filled airflow golf balls and foil pie plate faces and tissue-filled socks for my baby! ...or maybe not. We'll see how much energy I actually have to be that creative!
And that's news from our world this week. Feeling much better - I've gone almost an entire month without losing my lunch. Keep your fingers crossed for me that that continues! Banana's moving around like crazy and seems to be growing really well. Only 16 more weeks till we get to meet him!
I know blogging is a self-involved thing. It's supposed to be about me and not about other people. Only trouble is, I still want to have some manners and some sympathy for people who might read my blog who might not want to hear about my happy news. I know they could just choose not to read what I have to say, but I know for myself, I have on more than one occassion, taken personally people's seeming inconsiderateness on-line.
Anyway, maybe I'm needlessly obsessing, but I just want to make it clear to my readers that I have heard many of your struggles and do take them seriously and in no way want to brush them off as 'it didn't happen to me so it doesn't matter.' It does matter. I can't imagine losing a loved one and the renewed pain of a friend miscarrying is very personal to me. Please know I'm praying for all of you.
Okay. I still feel a little weird about launching into my own happiness from here, but I'll do it anyway, because sometimes happiness can be contagious and I hope in this case it will be.
We went for our second ultrasound last weekend to find out baby banana's gender. Let's just say from now on, you can refer to my child as 'Mr. dela Rosa'. That's right, just like my dad and Vergil wanted, we're having a little boy. We're all pretty excited. Here's a cute picture of him already thinking very hard about his future (or maybe thinking about how handsome he is or wondering why his parents are such nut-cases)...
I also got a new book called Entertaining and Educating Babies and Toddlers and, upon reading it, made an unusual, unexpected discovery. Entertaining a newborn sure does seem a heck of a lot like entertaining a cat. For example,
"Before they can hold things, babies enjoy swiping. Try attaching some foil and a sock stuffed with tissue paper to elastic and adding them [to a length of string or elastic stretched tightly across the baby's cot and fastened securely to the bars at either side] so that they are within arm's reach. At first he will hit the objects by chance but, as he notices them moving, he will gradually realize that there is a connection between what he is seeing and what his hands are doing and he will start to reach out deliberately."
Okay, so the cognitive skills being developed aren't quite like a cat, but seriously - foil and socks filled with tissue paper? Good idea, but that's what I used to make for the cats I lived with! Very funny.
It is a good book, though, because it's filled with ideas for entertaining and educating that cost little or no money. So nuts to you, Leap-Frog and Fisher Price! I'm making bell-filled airflow golf balls and foil pie plate faces and tissue-filled socks for my baby! ...or maybe not. We'll see how much energy I actually have to be that creative!
And that's news from our world this week. Feeling much better - I've gone almost an entire month without losing my lunch. Keep your fingers crossed for me that that continues! Banana's moving around like crazy and seems to be growing really well. Only 16 more weeks till we get to meet him!
Thursday, October 11, 2007
please pray/remember
I found out last night that a friend of mine from church just experienced a miscarriage. My heart is breaking for her and her husband and son. It sucks that going through a miscarriage doesn't make me any better equipped to help them in any way. But if you, my virtual friends, could remember her and her family in your thoughts and/or prayers, I'm sure it would be sincerely appreciated.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
giddy
We just got home from our very first ultrasound. SO COOL! Baby banana - live via CC TV. No Technicolor, but hey, pretty amazing all the same. Needless to say, I'm in a pretty good mood. Oh, and for those of you who for whatever reason wanted me to have twins, I'm sorry to disappoint. There was only one kid in there.
And from what I could tell, all the important parts were there - eyes, nose, mouth, heart (beating good and strong), kidneys, spine, arms, legs, hands and feet. Vergil's almost got himself convinced he saw some male genitalia, but there was really no way to tell. We are going to go for a second, private ultrasound to determine that piece of the puzzle (providing banana cooperates and is a bit of an exhibitionist), but that's not for another couple of weeks yet.
Anyway, just wanted to give this fun update. Thanks again to everyone who's had us in their thoughts and prayers. This was kind of an 'answered prayer' day for us. I mean, we knew it was in there, but it was just really amazing to be able to get that visual proof.
What else is new? Started prenatal yoga (with Sandy, a girl from my church who's due the month after me) and it was okay, but I've done yoga before and found this instructor to be a little on the disorganized side. Didn't help that she decided to bring her infant son with her (there was a girl there who was supposed to look after the kid, but the instructor basically had him on her hip for most of the class). Anyway, I decided to supplement this class with a prenatal pilates video I found. It's pretty good and I think I'll try to have a regular routine with that to build up my 'core' strength.
Okay, I really should try to get some work done today!
And from what I could tell, all the important parts were there - eyes, nose, mouth, heart (beating good and strong), kidneys, spine, arms, legs, hands and feet. Vergil's almost got himself convinced he saw some male genitalia, but there was really no way to tell. We are going to go for a second, private ultrasound to determine that piece of the puzzle (providing banana cooperates and is a bit of an exhibitionist), but that's not for another couple of weeks yet.
Anyway, just wanted to give this fun update. Thanks again to everyone who's had us in their thoughts and prayers. This was kind of an 'answered prayer' day for us. I mean, we knew it was in there, but it was just really amazing to be able to get that visual proof.
What else is new? Started prenatal yoga (with Sandy, a girl from my church who's due the month after me) and it was okay, but I've done yoga before and found this instructor to be a little on the disorganized side. Didn't help that she decided to bring her infant son with her (there was a girl there who was supposed to look after the kid, but the instructor basically had him on her hip for most of the class). Anyway, I decided to supplement this class with a prenatal pilates video I found. It's pretty good and I think I'll try to have a regular routine with that to build up my 'core' strength.
Okay, I really should try to get some work done today!
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