Wednesday, 30 November 2011
Blunt and with a Belly
I'm such a 'mean girl'. This pregnancy hormonal typhoon makes me extra sarcastic and 'sharp-tounged'. Ai sus.
Monday, 28 November 2011
Weird Dream-Slim Shady
Here's another dream that I find weird.
I was living in a compound of some sort. Homes were made of scrap metal and other random pieces. The individuals living there were apparently the last survivors of some end-of the world attempt. All the people were dressed matrix style-nothing by black, grey and bluish garb.
It was me and my son who lived together. We had a set of close friends but none of whom I remember in real life. We were in the 'market' area doing some grocery shopping.
Eminem aka "marshal mathers" came up to me and we spoke like we were close. He even hugged my son and carried him while we were talking. He ended the conversation with "pick you up this evening".
I get a call from my friend who was supposed to babysit my son, saying she won't be able to come over and watch him. I then call Eminem and tell him the news-I can't go out tonight. He proceeds to become upset with me and get mad at me because I can't go out with him and that he never gets to see me anymore.
End of dream.
First thought when I woke up: Wow, me and Eminem. :)
I was living in a compound of some sort. Homes were made of scrap metal and other random pieces. The individuals living there were apparently the last survivors of some end-of the world attempt. All the people were dressed matrix style-nothing by black, grey and bluish garb.
It was me and my son who lived together. We had a set of close friends but none of whom I remember in real life. We were in the 'market' area doing some grocery shopping.
Eminem aka "marshal mathers" came up to me and we spoke like we were close. He even hugged my son and carried him while we were talking. He ended the conversation with "pick you up this evening".
I get a call from my friend who was supposed to babysit my son, saying she won't be able to come over and watch him. I then call Eminem and tell him the news-I can't go out tonight. He proceeds to become upset with me and get mad at me because I can't go out with him and that he never gets to see me anymore.
End of dream.
First thought when I woke up: Wow, me and Eminem. :)
Sunday, 20 November 2011
Week 10
Going on 10 weeks. I know, huge. Blame it on water retention and half of it being a 'food baby' ;) burp*
Crazy Dream
Ok. So I guess now begins the "crazy dreams" that come with pregnancy. I had a few already these past few weeks. I kept telling myself to record them onto the blog, but I forgot. So before I forget anymore dreams to post about, here's the recent one from last night.
I was teaching at a school in an isolated area in Japan. The school was very traditional. It was made of bamboo wood and had those thin paper panels and sliding doors. The staff and students were all wearing kimonos. I was the new teacher. I had no idea what subject I was supposed to be teaching. Here comes in my first set of students and as I scrambled to find something to 'teach' them, they start looking at me like I was crazy. I poped in a DVD and had them write a reflection paper.
In the midst of it all, the sensei-principal comes into the room and gets mad at me. Apparently, the students I'm teaching are 'delinquents'. They've either killed someone or just have violent tendencies. Oh my...
I have no idea what this dream is supposed to mean.
I was teaching at a school in an isolated area in Japan. The school was very traditional. It was made of bamboo wood and had those thin paper panels and sliding doors. The staff and students were all wearing kimonos. I was the new teacher. I had no idea what subject I was supposed to be teaching. Here comes in my first set of students and as I scrambled to find something to 'teach' them, they start looking at me like I was crazy. I poped in a DVD and had them write a reflection paper.
In the midst of it all, the sensei-principal comes into the room and gets mad at me. Apparently, the students I'm teaching are 'delinquents'. They've either killed someone or just have violent tendencies. Oh my...
I have no idea what this dream is supposed to mean.
Sunday, 13 November 2011
Whoosh!
I just got back from a trip. I went to Austin, SF and Honolulu. For work/visit family.
I arrived at 7pm Wednesday, nov 8th and had to work the next day. I as soo jet lagged, I went home early. I woke up on Thursday, around 4:45 am to pee. I wiped and there was a streak of blood.
Around 8:00 I called my doctor, but was informed by the receptionist that my doc was on route back to the island and is not available. She gave me the pager # of the other doc in the clinic.
Although I was not comfortable, I paged the doc. She called within a few min. I explained to her what happened and she told me to come in 'to make sure I wasn't having a miscarriage.'
My husband and I went to the clinic where we waited for about an hour to be seen. They did an ultrasound and after what seemed like an hour of the doctor talking about the patient monitor being broken, she finally said 'the baby is doing fine'. I was so relieved. Doc let us hear the baby's heartbeat!! It was the most awesome sound. I saw my husband's face light up as his eyes met mine. (he could see the ultrasound screen the whole time).
Doc printed out the ultrasound. I'm 8weeks and 2 days as of the day of the appointment. Baby is 6.32cm.!!!
I arrived at 7pm Wednesday, nov 8th and had to work the next day. I as soo jet lagged, I went home early. I woke up on Thursday, around 4:45 am to pee. I wiped and there was a streak of blood.
Around 8:00 I called my doctor, but was informed by the receptionist that my doc was on route back to the island and is not available. She gave me the pager # of the other doc in the clinic.
Although I was not comfortable, I paged the doc. She called within a few min. I explained to her what happened and she told me to come in 'to make sure I wasn't having a miscarriage.'
My husband and I went to the clinic where we waited for about an hour to be seen. They did an ultrasound and after what seemed like an hour of the doctor talking about the patient monitor being broken, she finally said 'the baby is doing fine'. I was so relieved. Doc let us hear the baby's heartbeat!! It was the most awesome sound. I saw my husband's face light up as his eyes met mine. (he could see the ultrasound screen the whole time).
Doc printed out the ultrasound. I'm 8weeks and 2 days as of the day of the appointment. Baby is 6.32cm.!!!
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