Baby Shower - Palmdale; Preparation & Party

Well the party went pretty well despite what happened towards the end. Saturday the morning I woke up super early because my coughing didn't completely go away yet so it was hard to go back to sleep. Mark & Nic were asleep downstairs. I picked up Kimmie the day before & she was a HUGE help to me. We decorated parts of the house the night before and got whatever we could ready. I left all the heavy lifting to Mark & Nic. My dad also hired a cleaning crew the day before so I appreciated that. If I could clean, I would, trust me, but I can barely walk around nowadays. There was a 2,000 Hail Maries prayer set up in my parents' room (yes, the SAME freaking day) so my parents were ultra stressed out with preparing everything. It seriously drove me freakin' INSANE because they kept yelling at me & Mark & giving us attitude. UGH. I was really pissed off & my hormones took over me. I felt like I was working too hard for my own good; I wish I could help out with every single thing, but I'm physically incapable. And for them to plan a prayer on the SAME DAY? Hello. I wasn't aware of this until 2 weeks beforehand. Whatever. After I let out all that stress, Kimmie helped me get ready. I got dressed up, did my make up, and she did my hair (: We finished doing last minute decorations then headed to Party City to pick up the balloons.

I was really glad to see everyone after so long especially my old Elco classmates! I appreciate everyone driving out to Palmdale from wherever--Orange County, South Bay, the valley. I seriously appreciate it. I hope you guys all enjoyed the food & festivities. There were 100+ people there & it was chaotic at points, but it was fun. I had all our friends stay in the back since the house was so full. Bonnie kept jumping out from the pen, and everytime we put her back in there with the rest of the dogs, she would jump out again. So I ended up letting her just stay outside. She was our greeter. She loved getting the free food anyways haha. I was very impressed with how well she behaved. That's my girl! Anyways, we played a couple games..the chocolate diaper game (Mark S & Kimmie won that one). We also played this one game where I had everyone try to memorize all these baby items in this one container within 1 minute then Mark asked everyone to write down what I was wearing instead (I left & went back inside). I was impressed with how much detail Jenny wrote about me ("Flowy floral top with a beige top / black & gold eyeshadow / blahblahblah") ahaha and I loved how Lina actually DREW what earrings I was wearing. So funny. But Lina had the most things on there so she was the winner :D Then we played the Beer Bottle Racing game once again. David won that. Haha. After that I was too tired to deal with games so I stopped. Oh, we did the pin game in the beginning where you can't say "baby" or cross your legs..but idk who won, really. lol. I was seriously exhausted by 5pm & ready to knock out..but I had hours & hours ahead of me before the night was over.







We received so many gifts. I just counted how many thank you cards I have to buy for this shower, and that's 50! I really REALLY REALLY appreciate all the gifts for Dylan. We are extremely blessed to have great friends & family. So generous of you guys; we really didn't expect all that. My godmother gave us the car seat we wanted :D I love it. And I received the cute lamb swing from my half brothers & their family. There were just sooo many gifts; I was getting SO exhausted just opening them. I couldn't keep up! And JP's painting was so adorable..I opened it last because they made me open it last, and I understand why now. (: Totally adorable.

By 10pm, I was done for the night. Most of our friends already left by that time, but the rest of my family was still around. Drunken karaoke 'til 3am, I swear. I couldn't stop laughing; it was too funny. I gotta post a video when I get it from my stepmom's camera. My cousins crack me up. They know how to have a good time, and they're always partying like that, Filipino-style. My dad was super drunk, I don't even know what he was saying half the time. It was really embarrassing. He was like that pretty much the whole day. GOD. But yeah, my family cracks me up. We're all kinds of crazy, but I guess that's what makes it so interesting. I love my family.

I also forgot to put in here (because there's so much crap on my mind) how much I love my stepsister Leliza, her boyfriend Neil, & parents for throwing the entire shower. It wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for them, and I appreciate all the hard work (cooking, cleaning, etc). I LOVE MY FAMILY! <3>
Anyways, enjoy the rest of the pics. I'm kinda forgetful right now & can't remember what else to write about. I'm so exhausted.

I love my baby daddy. <3>

Gloria (:

Gloria & Kevin

Lia & Jsun (who were such a big help)

Jenny & Derek Wang(er)

Jan & I...after sooooo long!

Stacey & half of Req lol

Kuya JP (:

Now - Pregnant Charleene

Then - Pregnant Nay

Theresa & Jeanillie (GF)

Tuan!

Dylan's P'lina! & Uncle Jonathan :]

The BOYS--Aj, Mark, Mark, Me, Don, & David

Jean & Linda..my former Registered Dental Assisting classmates

My lovely cousin Kimmie!

Chexie <3>

Nay & Shehan...we go way back!

Bonnie wanted to greet everyone so she stayed in the back.

These oatmeal bars are incredibly delicious. Thanks to Ate Sheila for making the giveaways!

My ninang Filo

My nephew Dillon, sister-in-law Lynn, half brother Mark, Me, half brother Anthony, his gf Erica, & my other half brother Carlo being weird.

Cousins Jason & Dwayne...and my adorable nephew Dillon ;)

With the guys..

This isn't even 1/4 of my cousins (and sister behind me)...lol.

Cutting the cake..

Preparing to open the gifts...

Can someone please get P'pai..I think she pooped. lol.

No P'pai...scissors are not toys.

"I loveee this blanket!"

Reading off the memory book Stacey gave us (:

P'Lina gave Dylan some cute shoes :D

Don gave Dylan some Jordans! So cute..

Such a soft blanket..from my cousin Kimmie

I was in shock because there were like 30 things in this bag.

I love that blanket too. From Jsun & Lia :D

I look like I fit in that bag.

I think that's such a cute gift bag.

I couldn't carry that thing.

From Aj :]

From Jan

Kuya JP's gift to Dylan. I LOVE IT (: And ironically, he drew a dog that looks like Margaux. I feel like it's a sign.

The gifts once they were all opened.

All the big gifts were in the back..the walker, swings, and car seat (:

We appreciate all the gifts (: Baby Dylan is one lucky baby! Thanks so much everyone!!!

I need to vent, part 2.

No one really understands how tough life is at home for us right now. It's not like I ever wanted anyone's pity or sympathy. I just feel so down, and I have no one to vent it to but to my boyfriend or by typing my damn thoughts in my blog. I mean, I can talk about it to people, but it's hard to relate my story with anyone else. And certain people we can't even talk to it about because it's really something you wouldn't wanna know. Mark & I try so hard to distract ourselves from what's really happening. We laugh. We watch movies on TV. We talk about random things. We eat fast food (because we don't eat out at restaurants anymore, heh). He studies for his quizzes and tests. But in reality, life is just an uphill battle. And ironically none of this has to deal with Dylan. We already know we're going to be amazing parents to him, and he will grow up living a good life. It's just that all the shit that's been happening recently have been pulling us down, emotionally & mentally. We had a meeting with a lawyer yesterday. He was pretty much giving us no hope, trying to scare the living crap out of us. I was so angry at the way he talked to Mark that my brain started to boil. I wanted to give him a piece of my mind. This morning Mark & his mom went to see another one in Santa Monica. I heard that one was even worse. Good I didn't go or else I would've cracked. And I hate seeing my boyfriend feel so low about life. He feels that sometimes he wishes he were dead; he just doesn't understand why someone would do this to him. And he's really down on the fact that no one tries to understand him--not just the lawyers but 'friends' or people in general. And no one really knows how he feels except me since I'm the one who sees him everyday & hears him vent. And when I see him this stressed out, I just wanna break down. You can't do much but feel so helpless at times like these. I seriously envy people who have nothing to worry about, nothing like this happening to them. We didn't expect this. We were just distracted with getting school over with & finally starting a career in the next year or so. I gotta admit, we were living so comfortably, but it's not like we threw ourselves out there buying all the expensive things in the world that we wanted or showing off how great life is. Only things we did were stay home, go out to eat without having to worry about the bill, go out to the movies without caring that it costs $21 a ticket, take a short vacation when we felt like it was a good weekend to relax. The one thing Mark ever prized himself with was his new car. He deserved it after all the hard work he put into this family. Then when I found out I was pregnant, we even cut our spending just to save enough for Dylan & to possibly buy an SUV in the future so we would have a decent family car (we wanted the BMW X5). Everything else went to important things like credit card bills, rent, school tuitions, car insurances, car lease payment, groceries. And all that stuff is not cheap. And what hurts the most is that I saw how much Mark helped others. I just really don't get it, why something like this could happen to my boyfriend. I can't get over it, and it's all still a huge shock to me. Seeing Mark study those long hours during the week is just so hard sometimes because I don't even know how he does it. If I was in his shoes, I wouldn't be able to concentrate on a damn thing. I hate this feeling inside...worried & stressed about how next month's decision is going to affect our lives. Mark's mom keeps telling him to keep praying & meditating, but we know that sitting on our asses constantly praying isn't going to get us anywhere (I know, because my dad used to bust that crap on me all the time: "Anak, you need to pray & do some soul searching.") I remind Mark everyday that everything will be okay; something will work out. I just wanted my boyfriend to get what he deserves: the future he wanted, the career he wanted, his dreams, goals. It's just heartbreaking. I feel like I'm so useless because I can't do anything else but give him encouraging words. Gosh, I really can't wait until Dylan's here. He's definitely going to change our life (in a good way, that is); he's our reason for living & the motivation that'll push us far. It's just so hard...so hard.

ANYWAYS.

Last night, Mark's mom's good ol' 'friend' Tom gave everyone in the house a massage. Man, my back is so sore right now, but that massage was pretty damn good. Earlier yesterday, Mark's mom was receiving a massage downstairs & she was in so much pain that she was screaming and moaning; it sounded sooo funny, and Happy was getting super crazy & thought she was in danger or something. So we had to keep Happy in the room with us because he couldn't stop barking & jumping. The other day Mark's mom was getting that same massage for the first time, and our nosy neighbor even rang the doorbell because Happy was barking so much & she was moaning and screaming everywhere and the neighbor was like, "Is everything okay?" Whatever, nosy ass. But it was pretty funny. I wouldn't be surprised if other people thought otherwise too. But back to the massages, woo. Mark was able to get his neck massaged; he has bad neck problems & cracks his neck every single day (you would find it really nasty because it sounds gross). He looked like he was in incredible pain, but he said it felt so good & his neck felt loose afterwards. His neck is still weird, but that's because he thinks he tore something. Eh. As for me, Tom was asking if I was having lower back pain. I told him YUP & explained to him how uncomfortable it is for me to sleep nowadays. He then said, "You know they do pregnancy massages too" & I told him, "Yeah, I know, but I can't afford it right now." So he said, "Okay, you're next." I had to lie down on my sides, and he massaged my lower back all the way up my spine to the top, and back down (both sides). Omg. I wanted to cry at some points. That shit HURT! But it was pretty relaxing & now my back is sore as hell. It feels like someone punched my back really hard. Amazing though. I told him, "Thanks so much" & he said "Anytime." AWESOME. It was a great massage, but it's even better knowing that it's FREE :]

Today Mark & I went to this ghetto furniture mattress place off PCH because we figured (well his mom suggested that we go there) that the roll out beds would be cheaper than the bigger stores like Target or Walmart or something. The 39" wide one is like $180! Whatever, that's like the price I've been finding everywhere. I wanted to just buy a really good comfy futon for only $50-$100, but his mom wants us to find something that can easily be put away because we already have enough sofas & all our beds used to be futons so we've had enough of those. Plus we could use it for any other guests that decide to stay over. Anyways, the roll out bed was pretty cool. We opened it up & I lied down on it to test it out. I thought it would be more unstable, but it was pretty comfy! My mom's even shorter than I am so it's perfect. And I was kinda scared at first because I feel so heavy with the baby (but that's my psychological issue of always thinking I'm a fatass) but the mattress held me on there pretty well. So I'm thinking of going back to pick it up tomorrow or Tuesday morning so it's all ready & set up by the time my mom gets here Wednesday night.

Oh, and lastly, I gave in to the fad (as I have in the past with MySpace & Facebook) and created a Twitter last week. I didn't understand the whole craze about it at first, and I find it so funny how everyone's obsessed with it because it's just us writing our every detail of what we do in life, but I mean, it's not like I have anything better to freakin' do anyways. I'm pregnant & stuck at home all day. I enjoy writing my thoughts in my blog so I might as well write it on my Twitter because at least I have the right to do so (because I know when you're on Myspace & Facebook, seeing someone's status change every 20 minutes or seeing bulletins constantly posted by the same person can annoy you). So follow me on Twitter & I'll follow you back, that's if you've given in to the fad as well. http://twitter.com/caleealdaya

Birthday Wishlist

I turn 21 on April 8th (which is also mine & Mark's 3 year anniversary). I always forget that my 21st birthday is coming up because I'm so distracted with the baby shower & the pregnancy itself. These are a couple things I'd really love to get my hands on especially before Dylan's here (:

Canon PowerShot SD990 IS Digital Camera
At first, I wanted an amateur SLR camera, but the camera we have right now is huge, heavy, & bulky. I miss having a compact camera. I read / watched reviews on it & it seems pretty good (and I seriously live off reviews). This is where all of Dylan's first pictures are gonna store up for a while :D

Tokidoki Creativa - Celebrazione
This will be Dylan's diaper bag :]


Babies R Us gift card
For all of the baby stuff we'll need.




...and last but most importantly, for everything to be okay for Mark & our family. Sigh.

31 weeks.

1 more week & I'll be 8 months pregnant!

I have never experienced a cough as horrible as this one. At first I kept thinking to myself, Oh this is nothing; it'll go away soon. I'm practically dying. Mark gave me, his mom, and his aunt some crazy ass virus. This whole house is coughing. Last night, I felt so sick & as it has been for the past week, it was really difficult for me to sleep. I have to sleep with a cough drop in my mouth at all times. And as I wrote before, I have to wear a freakin' pad to control my bladder since I have a big baby sitting on it. My OBGYN prescribed me some antibiotics & hopefully those are kicking in. I also take regular Mucinex when I feel like I have to; although it works, my cough is uncontrollable and it hurts. I threw up in the middle of the night. Everytime I wake up from coughing so much, I sit up wishing I didn't have to sleep because I end up coughing again anyways. And for some reason, sleeping on my left side makes me cough more than sleeping on my right side, and I hate sleeping facing my right side because I'm facing the blinds & it gets super bright in the morning. My baby's growing so big that it's putting a lot of pressure on my ribs, and everytime I cough, my ribs are in pain. Seriously HURTS. I told my OBGYN about it; she said, Poor thing, you're being tortured. Yes. I am. I even read about a pregnant woman actually BREAKING a rib from coughing so much, and at times I really feel like something's gonna crack. After I came from my OBGYN's office, I had to go to Target to get my prescription. I felt like dying. I was so dizzy & my coughing was driving me insane. I walked around & looked at baby stuff, but I kept telling myself how much I'd rather be at home. I left once my prescription was ready, and I seriously felt like I shouldn't have been driving. Driving's getting a bit difficult for me because I feel like I don't have the ability to turn my body in all directions so I get really paranoid. I'm seriously praying that this illness goes away by the end of the weekend; I don't know how much longer I'll be able to put up with it. I feel like crying at times. It's so depressing & aggravating. I feel like ever since February 26 happened, Mark & I have been cursed. I just need to be more optimistic. Sigh.

Dylan's heartbeat was perfect when I heard it yesterday at my OB's. She also measured my belly (exactly at 31 weeks), and she said he's already positioned upside down. No wonder I feel a lot of punches & movement around the lower area of my belly, and I feel his hard kicks at the top. I'm glad that through all my suffering, my baby is doing just fine. That's all that's important to me. All that's seriously keeping me alive is the fact that my baby is going to be here in 2 months, and Mark & I are going to find all our happiness in him.

My mother called me yesterday to let me know what her flight number is. She really IS coming. Wow. That's a miracle. Well, actually I'm not surprised because I know she's forcing herself to come before the April 15th deadline. So I gotta prepare for her arrival. My brother Anthony is coming with me to pick her up on Wednesday. I've been searching up on craigslist for a futon for sale so she'll have a more comfortable place to sleep (instead of the sofa) in the den. At first, we were gonna let her sleep in the living room where she'll have the TV to keep herself company, but I realized that that's "Happy's sofa" because he seriously takes over that thing like it's his. And I didn't want Mark's mom & aunt feel like they can't relax on the sofa like they always do. I'll probably find my mom a TV to place in the den. Luckily I found a seller who's selling a futon in great condition for only $50, and she's holding it for me until we pick it up on Saturday. So we'll see if that goes through. I really feel bad for having to leave her here for the weekend while I'm in Palmdale for the shower. I don't know if my dad will change his mind though; they never get along ever since I can remember..

The shower is in a week! I'm really looking forward to seeing everyone. My dad & sister keep asking me about how many people are going. I constantly remind them that I sent over 70 invitations to friends and about 40 to different family households, and that no one really follows the whole "RSVP" thing anymore especially because this isn't a formal event like a wedding or debut. So much of my family is going to be there; I told my dad that I don't care where everyone else sleeps, as long as I get their tempurpedic bed because it'll help my belly. The house is going to be crowded of family members sleeping on the floor and what not. Family's coming from all over the place like Vegas & San Diego, and I already there will be over 50 family members so I can't imagine how many of our friends will be there. Regardless, it's going to be fun & there will be lots of food, drunk aunts and uncles (AND DAD), loud karaoke, fun games. I can't wait for a bunch of you guys to meet the dogs too! Bonnie's gonna love the attention. She misses it. Anyways, if you could let me know if you're going or not (through the internet or even through a phone call or text..that's if you know my number), I'd really appreciate it (because my family keeps annoying me about it). So I can keep track in case they need to order more food or make more giveaways. Either way, I really appreciate everyone who will be there to share the day with me, Mark, & Dylan & we'll miss those who won't be able to make it!

Well, I'm gonna catch some rest. I hope tonight won't be so bad, but I could be speaking too soon. Goodnight.

Update: Cough, Dylan's heartbeat, Hospital Tour

I'm dying. Week 30 sucks really bad. Since my last blog, my cough has become more persistent, and it's uncontrollable at night time. It's really hard for me to sleep, and I'm pretty sure it's hard for Mark to sleep with me coughing so much. I have to force myself to go to the bathroom at least 4x during the middle of the night. It's so ridiculous. I even wanted to cry because it's just so unbearable! Ugh. And when I cough, the top & sides of my belly hurt so bad. I know Dylan's okay though because he's protected, but when the coughing gets too rough, he'll kick and move around a lot more. Mark's aunt was able to make me soup & Mark made me some honey/lime tea, and it helps because the warm food really soothes my throat, but the coughing still is really bad afterwards. I try sooooo hard, so so so hard to get better; I drink so much water, and I spit out everything I can [gross I know], I rest up as much as possible, but it's just so hard when I'm coughing & dying for air every couple of minutes. Another really annoying thing is that I have to wear PADS because of my uncontrollable bladder while I'm coughing. AHHH. Also, the weather yesterday was WHACK. It was all windy, and I just got even more paranoid that my cough would worsen because the wind always makes me prone to allergies. Then last night, I was squatting down, trying to look for paperwork in Mark's drawer, and I felt my ankle sorta snap or it made a weird sound, and now it's painful and bruised. Man. I didn't know my weight was THAT bad, dayum. So yeah, all these things would go wrong with my body in just one week. Lucky, lucky me. Being pregnant has always been a fun experience for me; but being pregnant AND sick?! It's literally torture. I'm limited to many medications that actually help me get better; trust me, if I didn't have Dylan in here right now, I'd load myself up with Nyquil and sleep forever. But I can't ): I have to try using as many natural remedies as I can.

Anyways, right after I posted my last blog [sometime before midnight], I took Mark's stethescope [that Concorde College provided him with], and I tried to listen to what was going on in this uterus of mine. I've always wanted to rent a fetal doppler, but my last OB told me, "I don't recommend it; they don't really work. Later on, you can hear the baby's heartbeat with a regular stethescope." Man, after he said that, I was so frustrated because I really wanted to rent one, and you're not allowed to rent one without a doctor's prescription. Anyways, I took the stethescope & after hearing just a bunch of *thumps* [since Dylan likes to kick and roll around so much], he got close enough to the surface in order for me to hear his heartbeat! It was so cool! I tried finding it before, but now that he's bigger I figured it would be easier to find. I even read online how nurses couldn't even find a baby's heartbeat by using a regular stethescope so I was pretty impressed with myself. Ha! And for sure I know it's his heartbeat because I could hear mine which is just a steady boomboom, boomboom, boomboom while Dylan's is a super fast boomboomboomboomboomboom. I heard it again later on that day because he was pretty active and rolling around. It's amazing. It takes a lot of patience because his chest or what not isn't always close enough to the surface for me to hear, but I catch the short moments when he does. So cool (:

We finally had the tour of Little Company of Mary Hospital in Torrance (it's a Catholic hospital; pretty sure that makes my dad super happy). It was scheduled yesterday, and I kept thinking, Gosh I hope I feel better because last time, which was 3 weeks ago, I had to reschedule the tour because I was too sick with a cold. I still had my cough, but at least I had the energy to get ready & go out. Last time, I couldn't even sit in front of my mirror without feeling my head spinning, trying to straighten my hair. Anyways, the tour started at 12 noon. There were cookies & tea provided for everyone. I think there were about 12 couples? Maybe more, but it should be around there. And I wasn't surprised that Mark & I were the youngest couple / parents-to-be there. Haha. I was actually surprised at the older couples in there! And I mean obviously the other couples were older than us, but some couples were definitely older older, you could just see it. I sound so mean, haha. Anyways, I was chowing down on some cookies & I constantly kept drinking water because I was trying really hard to control my cough. It was hard. I felt embarrassed because I didn't want any of the other pregnant women feel threatened that they'd get sick too. I just threw in a cough drop & coughed with my mouth closed the entire time; it was a challenge. Anyways, our tour guide explained everything to us regarding the hand outs that were provided which were about different things like car seat safety, doulas available, certain classes that we can take, breast pump rentals, etc etc. Then she explained to us how procedure works in the labor room. Cameras are allowed of course [no tripods, but I would never go that far in my opinion haha], and pretty much anyone can come while I'm in labor. We were also shown a DVD about pain management during labor [like how the epidural is given, etc] and Mark was squeezing my arm all hard the entire time because he was freaking out. Haha! I swear, he's such a chicken. I already know he's gonna freak out in the room while I'm in labor. After the video, I looked around the room & saw a bunch of the pregnant women CRYING. How funny. Good Lord. I thought I was bad with crying after every little thing, but that was definitely at the beginning of my pregnancy. I think I've learned to control my hormones a little more. Ha. Anyways after that, we were able to take a little break. Our tour guide said, "If you need to use the restroom, it's out these two doors, make a right, and it will be on your right hand side." And all the pregnant women just bursted out the door. For once, I'm not the only one needing to use the bathroom every hour. Haha! I couldn't help but laugh. The bathroom was full of pregnant chicks. After THAT, we began our walking tour of the hospital.

Mark & I have already been around the hospital since we had to observe arterial blood gases for our phlebotomy classes a year + back so we were familiar where to go during certain hours of the day. If I'm in labor & I arrive during 5am-9pm, we can use the front entrance, but after that we'd have to use the emergency room. I love the patient rooms for labor. It's pretty spacious (the picture is actually showing half the size of what the room really is), and it comes with a pull out bed in the little sofa where people can sleep. You know what's so funny; the doctor in the picture up there is actually my former OBGYN; the one that frustrated me! ANYWAYS. The bathroom & shower seems pretty cool. And I'm definitely bringing my own pillow because those pillows are so flat & cheap & I like my pillows big and fluffy. Also, they showed us where the baby will be kept warm on; where they'll test for certain things as soon as he's born & all that other medical stuff. They also provide a bassinet for Dylan to sleep in next to the bed (since we're not allowed to have the baby sleep in the bed with us for safety reasons). Mark was very impressed with the room; the lights are all high tech too, and he was just like WOW. I can't wait for a bunch of you guys to be there when I'm in labor! Anyways, after that, we saw the C-section room, the nursery (there was a newborn in there! so cute!), and the postpartum room (which is the room I transfer to after baby Dylan is born). The postpartum room is smaller, but it's nice & seems comfy. I seriously love that hospital, ever since I first went there last year. It's sooooo quiet; it's a small private hospital, and the environment seems so comfortable. The hospital has its own chapel & I'm sure my parents would appreciate that. The E.R. wasn't full & crowded like it usually would be at a big hospital like Kaiser or Harbor UCLA. And I swear last time I went to that hospital, I saw a bunch of nuns walking everywhere lol. This is actually the hospital that Mark would love to work at as a respiratory therapist. He's hoping! After the tour, we pre-registered in order to reserve our spot in May, and we're set with that. We can't wait 'til Dylan comes in 2 months (: So excited.

Next week is going to be insane. I'm really excited for the baby shower! I'm sure some of you guys remember my cousin Kimmie? She lives in the Bay area & stayed with me the entire summer before 9th grade. Anyways, I'm picking her up from LAX next Friday & I'm so excited because it's been YEARS since I last saw her. My mom is "supposedly" coming next Wednesday; let's see how all that plays out. But I'm very excited for next next weekend. I wanna go to the Songkran Festival (Thai festival) in Hollywood, but it's the day right after my shower, and I have to drop Kimmie off at the airport around 3pm. I don't even know if I'll even have the energy to walk around; last year it was blazing hot & it got both Mark & I really cranky.

Ah, yes, and tomorrow is the big D-day for Mark; please PLEASE PLEASE pray that everything goes well. I feel really positive about it; he's a good person & I know good things are going to happen. He deserves it.

Well, I'm going to rest up (like I have been everyday for the past week). Hopefully I get better soon; if not, at least I see my OB this Wednesday & I can ask her what to do.



PS: I really REALLY hate it when people try & act like they're such "a good person" and "a good friend" when all they do is talk & never ACT. In my opinion, people like that are VERY VERY SELFISH. You don't deserve to be in our life, seriously. And my son doesn't need to meet anyone like you. I probably sound like a bitch because you think I don't know you, but I know enough to know that you don't deserve my boyfriend's friendship.

Pee pee head.

It's so weird, but when I lifted up my shirt to see my belly in the mirror 20 minutes ago, I realized my belly button doesn't look the same as it did 2 days ago (literally 2 days ago). It's as if it's ready to pop inside out! It's crazy how quick my belly grows...that means Dylan's growing! It's crazy & exciting all at the same time. You guys might not notice it as much in the pictures, but it's my belly, and I know FOR SURE that it doesn't look the same.

2 days ago (Wednesday, 29 weeks & 6 days pregnant)

Tonight (Friday, 30 weeks & 1 day pregnant)

Do you guys see it?! In the first picture, my belly button hole appears wider (that's why I mentioned in a previous blog that my belly button hole feels wider). In the 2nd picture, it doesn't look as wide anymore! It's like becoming a small little hole with a decreasing outline (at the top). Idk. It probably doesn't seem like a drastic change, but for me, I'm just incredibly amazed. ha. My baby's growing so fast (x

Anyways, like I mentioned in yesterday's blog, I'm sick with a cough. I'm thankful that it's not like crazy, drastic coughing, but I do have to force myself to cough hard at times to get rid of all this nasty mucous. It's really annoying. But yeah, and the fact that I drink a lot of water helps me a lot towards getting better, but it doesn't help control my bladder. For instance, I coughed really hard earlier this evening, and I realized that I practically peed in my pants. Embarrasing, much? Good thing I was home. Then I googled it up through Yahoo Answers to see what other pregnant women had to say about these types of incidents. I'm not alone! Sigh. Being pregnant is such an experience. It's like fun, exciting, scary, laggy, embarrassing, hard, uncomfortable--all at the same time. So heads up, try not to make me laugh too hard, and hopefully I never sneeze or cough hard in public.

Have you ever peed your pants while pregnant?

18 weeks pregnant and peed myself while coughing, overreacted?