Grace, Eye MD

It’s another day of bedrest for me, but of course I’m not stuck to the bed. Hard-headed me is puttering around the room. Thank God for the internet. As of now, I don’t really feel pregnant, kasi our baby isn’t kicking yet. My tummy is getting bigger, but I really think it’s just belly fat building up. Hahaha! Pregnancy is a great excuse for getting fat! I love it!!! When I went out yesterday, I wore jeans and a black, mini tent-like Giordano collared shirt with a “G” embroidered in silver on the left chest (I like to think it stands for “Grace”). Sam bought it for me when he was doing Spine fellowship in Hong Kong, before we got married pa. He was teasing me that it was a bit too early to wear maternity clothes, but I said I’d rather be recognized as pregnant on sight, rather than being told, “Hey, you gained weight!”. Baka maka-sakal ako ng tao!

It’s funny, but I do get emotionally labile at times. Like the other day, I was watching the Sound of Music and I was getting teary-eyed! Buti sana kung sa Eidelweiss—problema, it was in My Favorite Things! Damn, how screwed up is that? ☺ Imagine me crying while Julie Andrews was horse-playing with the Von Trapp children at bed time?!? Hahahaaa! Man!

Sam and I went to my Pulmo yesterday, and she just gave me preventive meds. My OB would rather I be on inhaled meds than risk getting to the point I need IV steroids. Makes sense, kasi kawawa naman ang baby if you give anything systemic.

Staying at home is driving me nuts. Thank goodness my OB gave me the go signal to start working on Tues, two days shy of two weeks. I hope walang problem before and after that…

On a happier note, I also bumped into Niña-Girl, an old dormmate of mine from Mary’s House in Malate, when I was a med student and she was a Pharmacy student. I was super happy because she’s blooming, and looks happy with her job ☺

SO….I have to keep myself sane till Tuesday. Till then, my best friends are the remote control and my Mac Whitey….

I’m currently on bed rest because last Thursday, I had some spotting. My OB put me on meds and bed rest. So I’m supposed to be resting for two weeks. Great—doctors are no work, no pay, right? Just great. ARGH. There goes my income. But of course, I know this is all for the best. I don’t want din naman to risk our baby. The upside is, we had an ultrasound last Friday and all is well—the baby’s heartbeat was seen already, and all seems well. The spotting may have been a fluke, but we’re not taking any chances at all.

Way back, whenever I got really full (think Saisaki/Heat buffet or kain-piyesta), I’d have an asthma attack. After I got pregnant, I’d exacerbate even with regular meals. So it’s true that pregnant women have to have small, frequent feedings. Unfortunately for me, it’s because I’d get asthma attacks, and not because I’d throw up my food. But I told Sam to remind me to eat less, because sometimes, during lunch or dinner, I’d think the amount I eat is OK, but then I get an attack after, and I hate it. I’m just thankful that Asthma meds are allowed during pregnancy, which makes sense because the baby has to be well-oxygenated. Buti nalang he’s been coming up with interesting snacks (bawal junkfood, kakainis). Yesterday, he halved some pandesal, put on some chunks of cream cheese, slices of tomato, basil and pepper, and topped it with olive oil. He then popped it into the toaster. Saraaaaaaaap. A couple of hours later, the helper brought in home-made pizza, not knowing Sam fed me na. Of course I didn’t complain and devoured everything. I gained an amazing 3 pounds in 2 ½ weeks. Sam says its puro water, but I think he’s just being nice. Good thing I lost a lot of weight for the wedding, at least my baseline weight is pretty low, so kahit I gain the expected 25 pounds, pwede na rin. Yun nga lang, I’d probably look like a Beluga whale (they’re small and white, and pretty naman, so OK lang).

Sam has been extra protective and strict. I’m not supposed to even be cleaning our room and banyo (I’m quite obsessive about keeping everything clean), and all he allows me to do is surf the net and watch TV. When I wanted to fix the bedsheets, he said di naman daw ako mamamatay pag may gusot ang bedsheet.Grrrrrrrr. But, he’s been such a sweetie, too—on waking, he kisses my tummy and talks our baby, and at night he’s taken to humming “Nessum Dorma” to my belly (he buries his face in it) . I was flabbergasted he even KNEW Nessum Dorma. I think he was insulted and said that he heard that a long time ago pa, and di lang kay Paul Potts. I knew it—may gay streak itong asawa ko.

So, it’s bedrest for me for the next two weeks. Sam says he thinks I won’t last and will just be bored to tears. He’s right, you know. But let’s see if our baby Caleb/Sam allows me to go back to work earlier….