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I wanted to put this post at the side bars, but couldn't maneuver it. Oh well, I unearthed this video in one of the blogspots of our videographer. Enjoy!

19 weeks and growing and growing . .

As of official time (I just want it to sound really important), I'm a week away from my halfway point of 20 weeks. In my head, I see myself running a long marathon where I am getting used to the breathing pace, the pains (literally) and the challenges of being in the Lala land of pregnancy. At least in a marathon, you gather all your last strength, make a dash for it and cut the red finish ribbon. Sounds achievable. But in pregnancy, I think it would take me a couple dozen prayers, painful shrieks and wishing to all the saints that the ordeal will be over pretty soon. Yeah, yeah... Giving birth is a wonderful moment-when the baby is finally in your arms. But before that, it is pure hell. I've seen enough birthing videos to know what pain means when that beautiful bundle of joy is still squeezing her way down your birth canal. (Cold, freezing moment there . . . Silence... Okay, I'm back).

I try to think of all the nice moments after, like feeding the baby, playing with her, those kind of moments. It will change my life I know. But this little dynamo in my tummy who can kick like a big bull has captured my heart. I love it dearly.

19 weeks pregant and growing. Geez, you guys should see my grandma panties, they're humongous! Can't wait to get back to my normal pre-pregnancy weight. I can use those panties as a halloween costume - a one piece wonder woman suit. Those stretchies can cover my bossom easily! All I would need is a shiny, gold belt and red boots!

On Italian tomato sauce and baked porkchops

I had the sudden urge to cook yesterday afternoon and texted my brother to buy me ingredients at the nearby market. Recipe for dinner: Italian tomato sauce and baked porkchops.

I always loved the spaghetti over at Yellow cab, with its big, delectable meatballs. And Bill, coming from a step mother who is pure Italian, loves this sour sauce. I decided to give it a try. It was easy to do and I got it on the first try. The porkchops however, I wasn't too lucky. My brother had to wait for two long hours before he could eat a very tough, burnt piece of meat. Yep, he ate it. Didn't want to hurt the feelings of a very pregnant, younger sister. Wink!

Farting and dressmaking.

I woke up to the ringing of my Vonage phone and I know my husband was on the other end. He just got off work, and I was trying to wake up. I was awake most of the night trying to find a solution to all the gas build up in my stomach. In short, I was trying, for 5 hours, to burp and fart, so as to make myself feel comfortable enough to get some sleep.

"I sent it already." Those were his chirpy first words. I tried to grasp what he meant by the phrase, while finding a nice position to let my buttocks let out pent up gas. " I sent you a box, with all the patterns for maternity wear and baby clothes and I also threw in a Betty Crocker cook book." My husband is just the sweetest man. He knows I'm bored stiff trying to make sure that this baby grows well inside my uterus, he took the time to find me a hobby.

My sister Paw, has a really expensive sewing machine, because she has this far fetched dream of becoming a well known fashion designer. And all she has done so far is check out the different stitch patterns and run it on a piece of white cloth. Very creative.

Now, I can't wait for the box to arrive. Bill tells me that its really easy to make. I hope that it is.

I never felt so domesticated in my life. I thought I would revolt against it, but now, its fine. Actually, it feels good. Making baby clothes will be something new for me and I think my husband is a great guy to think so much of me and finding solutions to my boredom.

What a great way to start my day - farting and looking forward to a box filled with patterns and lessons on dressmaking. This is such a great combination.

The wisest woman in my life.

I just got off the phone with my mother and I feel relaxed, peaceful and content. Before that phone call I was a total wreck and picked a fight with my husband just because he couldn't keep up with my energy while having a conversation. Petty. I know. But he easily gets into my nerves these days.

My mother seems to know the exact words to say. She makes me laugh, she makes me see things in a better perspective withough being pushy. It must be all those years of experience that makes her the wisest woman in my life.

I miss her dearly and I wish she were here with me now. Funny how we always argue about everything but she is still the person I love to have around the whole time. Her presence is like a soft, comfortable blanket. Everyday is okay when I see my mom come down in her floral house dress and soft slippers. She can command this household while reading the morning paper and she is the only person who can make me instantly better when I'm sick.

She's the best mother there is. Hands down. It makes me think if I can be as good as her when my time comes - and its coming soon on December. Its a big responsibility I know. But as mama would say, even if you make mistakes, just give your child lots of love, through giving a lot of your time. Yes, she has always been around for me and my siblings. Every school activity, picnic, beach outing, birthday, graduation, sport event, you name it. Mama was always present.

I love her so much.

The Guitar Man

I picked up my guitar and started playing this afternoon. I haven't plucked those strings in a long time now. My fingers were a bit uneasy at first, but after a couple of minutes, they were warmed up and started hitting the chords the way I wanted to.

Then it made me think.

Guitar was the first thing Bill and I had in common. If it wasn't for guitar, there wouldn't be us. Bill loves the blues, while I like acoustic pop, religious and classical. The first present he gave to me was a set of cds of his favorite artists. I still have it until now, safe in its blue cd bag that came along with a very touching note.

We loved listening to each other play. We would take turns appreciating a certain rhythm, trying to outplay the other. It was fun.

Now I noticed that we just play for ourselves. I understand that playing the guitar does not only derive pleasure for the both of us, but more as a means of solitude and privacy. Bill plays to calm his nerves and soothes his mind.

I guess when you get married, you get to know the other better.

But I still miss those times we played together. I'm always tingling with anticipation at what Bill would play for me and I always love listening to him. It could be a simple strum or a complicated finger style, he is amazing to me.

I wonder what he thinks of me when I play. Weird, that I never asked him.

I've always loved playing for him. He's is my best audience and my worst critic. Hope we can play together next time.