Pregnancy Food

Well, last night I wanted fruit. I was having some serious pregnancy cravings.

My WONDERFUL husband went to the market and came back with, GASP! All sorts of yummy pregnancy, vegetarian friendly food:

Roasted Pine Nut Hummus
French Bread
Organic Spring Mix salad
Organic Rasberry Applesauce
Peach Mango salsa
Chocolate cake! hehehe

I am so gaining ten pounds today


breaking the news

I told my mom on thursday that I will be unassisted birthing.

You should've seen her face! Hahahahahaha .... if there is anything that I like it is to shock people with my "choices."

She sat there on the couch, eyes peeled to the back of her head, not blinking, mouth squeezed shut(she was probably dying to yell and shake some sense into me!

I have already given her my Guide to Childbirth, by Ina May, complete with page after page of highlighted paragraphs and tid bits of information that my mom simply refuses to believe when it comes out of my mouth. I especially liked how Ina May points out that most of hospital "procedures" stem out from the procedures rooted in the 1940s and '50, back when they would knock women out to give birth and therefore the women did need to be monitored 24/7. My mom swears by these "procedures" and I hope the reality of them sink in...

But for a completely natural, unrushed, healthy birth? Only the mama and some support is needed :)

I also highlighed practically the whole section on induced labor, since baby Gil was induced against my wishes. To this day she can't understand why I wasn't happy with my birth experience.

Neither will she connect the dots as to why certain things happened. For instance, rushed, induced labor = incredibly painful contractions and no time for myself to "stretch" = unwanted pain medication, not being allowed to move around and incorrect position for pushing = tearing in two places while baby comes out = stitches = postponment of mama/baby bonding = breastfeeding challenges = exclusive pumping for 10 months so baby can get breastmilk = one tired mama! Sheesh!

I mean, I am so glad I experienced what I DONT want to happen again, because now I absolutely do not take simple things like my body or my milk for granted. But what a way to learn ...

Anyways, she said its my body and my baby and there is not much she can do about that, and she asked if she will be allowed to be at the birth. I said as long as she behaves =D



nothing to do with anything, i am just annoyed:

-Living with the in laws is rough.
-I cant leave a dish in the sink without MIL washing it. I am not a child and I am not trying to get her to wash the dish. I just dont want to wash it this.very.second.
-I DO NOT like giving my son yogurt for breakfast every morning. I have said not to buy it, so it is not my fault when it goes bad.
-I want to sit in the main living room with my (growing) belly showing. Being around people other than my husband makes this uncomfortable.
-The TV is blasting. In Spanish. I cannot speak Spanish. I wish I could! But I cant. So I just hear a blubbering nonesense being YELLED into my ear.
-MIL thinks sea salt will help my husband lose weight. Not exercise. Exercise has nothing to do with it. SEA SALT!

Which brings me to:

-It is none of her business what my taxes are.
-It is none of her business what my husband and I argue about.
-She wants me to tattle tale on my little brother, and the one time I did (about something big - drug related) she didnt even believe me. In fact, she jokes about it with my brother .... and his friends.
-She acts horribly with my brothers girlfriend and expects me to hate her too. I happen to like the girl.
-She sarcastically agrees to go along with my cloth diapering, breastfeeding (which she thought was pointless) and co-sleeping ways. Although one time she did admit that it was probably nice to have Baby right there next to us ...

I am so glad no one in real life knows I have this blog. Parents are so hard to deal with sometimes...



The baby always started off in his crib and then would sleep with us at night when we went to bed. Although it worked pretty good for us, sometimes I wished he could just get out of the crib himself and magically find his way into our bed. That is when I discovered side carring! I realize the blanket stuffed inbetween his matress and the railing probably isnt the safest option, but it really is snug and not going anywhere :)


annoying family

Why is it that visiting family members, whom I myself have only met one other time, why do they decide it is ok to take my 11 month old child out of my hands when he has never met them, when he wants nothing to do with them and when he is 5 minutes away from his bed time? Why is that!?

Or why is it okay for other family members who only come by once in a while to literally pry my child out of my hands while he is fussing to get away from her?

I wish my son would let me wear him so they wouldnt be able to do this. I hated passing him around during family gatherings, and I am FOR SURE buying an Ergo for this next baby.

Lesson Learned.


a few of our latest pictues...

This one is my favorite...

At the West Covina Library...

My 19 weeks pregnant belly...

At Northview High School, getting some fresh air...

I cant believe how big my baby is getting :)



Ever since I was little (so little that I believed my dreams were real,) I started having a dream about driving. This dream would reoccur every know and then throughout the years. I would either be the driver or passenger, and the dream would begin by me trying to drive up a freeway that was on a huge hill/mountain. This was the only road that I could take, and if I wanted to go anywhere, I HAD to take this freeway. So there I would go, fully knowing that this was the same dream that I have had before, and just wishing to get off that freeway. Well, the car would barely be making it up, huffing and puffing all the way along the hill. Then, at the very top, I would look out of the car window and notice that infront of me is an enormous drop straight down! All I could do was keep driving, so down, down, down I went as fast as can be! I would make it to the bottom completely safe, but when I would wake up my heart would be pounding and the adrenaline would be soaring through my blood.

Last night I had this same dream, but instead of a insane drop at the end, it was a nice, slow winding road that I cruised down. I woke up feeling content and safe.

I wonder what it means...