dear max

I started another blog. But this one is for my son, Max. Someday, I hope he gets to read it and realize that his mother is probably the last candidate for Best Mom award but she damn well tried. 

max is here

On September 27, we welcomed this little man.

Hello world, meet Andreas Maximilian. You can call him Max for short. 

keeping it real

This last stretch in my pregnancy has been rough. Gone are the days of relishing in that pregnancy glow that everyone seems to be talking about. These days, I often find myself complaining about the 101 aches and pains that I feel all throughout my now unrecognizable body. Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror and don't recognize the person I see. Not to sound so much of a girl but this is the biggest and heaviest I've ever been in my entire life. And for a girl who managed to stay within the realms of 100 lbs for most of her life, I find it hard to look at 150 lbs register on the weighing scale (especially when you weigh in for your regular check up and the nurse's reaction to your weight is a resounding and unmistakable "WHOA!". Ah yes, please feel free to keep your opinions to yourself, thankyouverymuch).

I know this may sound selfish. After all, all this is for my baby. But sometimes, you got to keep it real. And I feel terrible to have to admit that there were days I caught myself saying I just want to get this over with.

But my husband, who is made of pure awesome, has a way of taking away all those nasty feelings. His encouraging words like "I'm so proud of you" or "Thank you for carrying my seed" (yes, it makes me laugh every time he says that), remind me to look at the bigger picture.

And this morning, he gave me another bit of sage advice. After telling him how boring it is to stay at home (did I mention that I am now in full time hatching mode?), he said that every day that passes is one day closer to meeting our little one.

And that thought changes everything.

the salad days

Lately, most of our days are spent like this. Relishing the quiet stillness of our apartment, indulging on spur-of-the-moment dates and late night dinners, unabashedly sleeping in til noon, and taking long guiltless afternoon naps after meals.

As much as we will miss the quiet, the freedom, the spontaneity of being just the two of us, I can't begin to describe how excited we are to welcome the new addition to our family. 60 more days til the little one arrives. D and I can't hardly wait.     

baby shower rave

For the record, majority of my friends are single and have never been to a baby shower in their life. So when my dear friend Alex organized a baby shower for me, we were faced with the question: so what do people do in these shower things?

We ate, we drank (well, they did), and saved a stuffed animal called Mr Fluffy from flying away, Up style (as in the movie Up...long story).

Ah well, we had a blast. Thanks again, Ninang Alex!

to my father-to-be

Today is Father's Day, and although you are not officially a father yet I want to honor you today. Why? Because I know in my heart you will be the best father any child could ask for.

We love you poppa!

baby bumpin'

Time flies! We're half way there.

This pregnancy has taken me by surprise. I never expected that I would enjoy being pregnant. Sure, it has its ups and downs (the first nauseating three months, the ache-y back, the leg cramps, the mood swings, the irresistible urge to cry at the silliest things, yada, yada, yada). But the mere thought that there is life growing inside me fills me with overwhelming joy. And although I get scared from time to time of what it'll be like on The Day (aka the excruciating and cringe-worthy tale of childbirth), I am excited. I can't wait to see our little one and welcome him (oh yeah it's a BOY!) to this world.

Four more months to go!