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It can finally be told! We're 8 weeks old!

Baby Bean is now The Shrimp

At 7weeks at the time of the ultrasound, our first baby is coming along nicely. There's baby attached to the yolk sac. Later on, the umbilicals. I'm still on medication so it took me this long to annnounce because as you would notice, the surrounding environment of the baby is not a consistent texture. It means that baby is still not entirely "embedded" (for lack of a proper medical term) so I have to take medication up to my 12th week. Other than that, we're developing alright. Given that my body's mutating to accomodate baby's needs, we ought to! We also saw the heartbeat! At 150 beats/min!! We were both teary-eyed at the ultrasound room. Of course the father is ecstatic. He's talking to my tummy every now and again. I know baby's still small, but it's so touching to see RF taking a very active role in the pregnancy. Gah...sleepy. will update more later!

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Eros & Psyche

it's good to have some color in your life.

it's also nice to be beige sometimes. i love wandering around with rf. we manage to get lost,drive the other insane and sometimes end up not speaking to each other for about fifteen minutes. i like seeing new things and laughing so hard my tummy aches and i get scared i'd burst my appendix if i dont' stop soon. i hate getting bitten all over by mosquitos and i scream when rf charges at me with an ipis he managed to get a hold of by the feelers (EEWWWW!!!). i like bopping to hed kandi and rf sings to himself with jason mraz. i say i'm a simple girl and rf laughs so hard, he holds on to the wall. we love bean bags and passing reviews on food and beds. we have a dying plant and stuffed bears. this space is as much for me as it is for rf. even if we manage to piss each other off sometimes, he still fries the meanest sunny side up i've ever thought possible from a guy on a ruined teflon skillet.

Wishing Wisely and Well: The First Wish

Book575

When I was a child, I loved to read. I would read newspapers, magazines, scraps of paper, old notebooks, books, clippings and even the stuff on the sides of the cold bottles Magnolia used to sell milk and chocolate in. I'd be eating pandesal and having crumbs on my face but my eyes would trace over the words. When I finally got to school, I discovered the beauty of the library. Books! Glorious books!! There was then nothing in the world I loved better than to hide in the library all day. Away from the teachers, away from games, away from the noise and grade school smells. Beautiful words, beautiful pictures, beautiful stories! Even the smell of the pages was enough to send me to far away places and dream of the wonderful things I read and was reading. Of course, my teachers thought it unnatural to be stealing to the library aaaall my young life so I was banned for a time and was sent out to play and discover The World beyond the walls of books I so loved. Well, twenty years later, I have twenty years worth of playing and discovering and not just a little learning gained from the day I was banned from lounging in solitude. I, however, still love to read.

FairyTales

And as I now surf the internet for more stories and look upon this virtual world as my library, I rediscovered my particular love for The Fairytale. English fairytales, Celtic fairytales, African fairytales and even my own country's Mga Alamat...I relish them all. Even the old children's fairytales can still capture me and send me ages into king's courts and peasant's houses where I feel to be an old, familiar guest at the table. It was coming across stories of wishes made and granted that made me think of what I would ask for if I had three wishes. I never had the chance to answer it because I remembered thinking the same thing ages ago. Of course, at seven years old, one learns the folly of making bad wishes early on. That fairy person taught me well with the sage advice of wishing wisely and well. Not that I never made a bad wish all my life, God knows I've made a lot, but with the Three Wishes? Oh no. One must never gamble with these. You can't waste one on a foolish notion or in an uncontrolled burst of anger or surprise starting with "I wish...". Lots of poor farmers would have been kings today if they weren't so dense. Anyway, in a fit of seven-year old wisdom, I wished up One Wish. I wished to have all the stories from around the world in one library where I can read and enjoy them all. Of course there was no thunderclap or tinkling bells and I grew up still hunting books and their stories from anywhere I could. I'd even managed to annoy salesladies in the bookstores long before there was Powerbooks and you're allowed to read even if you don't buy a thing. Now, I just realized that it may have taken a long time before it was obvious to me but my One Wish was granted. Now, my seven year old self is smugly explaining that because of the Wish, someone thought up the Internet and put stuff in them so that by now, it would serve the noble purpose of slowly archiving and amassing the stories we all so love. Wow. 0_o  My twenty-seven year old self is stumped. Never thought of it thataway. So I guess that leaves me with Two Wishes. Well, in the meantime, I'll read on. Maybe I'll find a story to advise me of making use of Two Wishes Wisely. Then I'd have a smile as smug as my seven year old self has right now (hopefully not in another twenty or so years again!).