In 17 days, I’ll be 37 years old. Yes, the clock is ticking. I wonder when I will get pregnant. Assisted reproductive technology is out of the question. Even natural conception. I mean, we just babydance whenever we feel like it. And most of the time, we BD when I’m not fertile. Some kind of baby dancing huh?
Archive for June, 2009
Some Motherly Stuff
It’s almost 5 am here and I find myself very, very pissed off with my DP (dear partner). No, I’m lying. I’m actually pissed off with him and his mother. Oh my! Her mother is diagnosed with colon cancer and here I am, a very, very bad in-law (to be).
You see, DP is off to work early in the morning for a taping (have I told you he works for TV also?) I barely slept last night only to wake up an hour or so before his wake up time to prepare the usual stuff: his early morning breakfast, warm bath and the likes. Then his mother called.
Our landline has a caller ID so I know it’s her. I felt this pang of jealousy because her call meant that she’s waking up her son. My goodness! I just detest his mother doing her “motherly” stuff. I mean, her son is living with me. Let me do my stuff! And hello, her son is already 35 years old! Let him grow! He’s already living with me so it’s about time she let go. I’m already here! Plus, it was 3am when she called, she’s sick so she should just take a rest right?
This is the problem with Filipino mothers, if you call this a problem. But I think it is. Filipino women, particularly mothers, are known as hands-on, they rule the households albeit indirectly and very loving BUT TO A FAULT. Even if their sons are already in their 30s, Filipino men remain MAMA’S BOYS. I mean, it’s one thing to be a mother but how can you make your son grow up if you keep on treating them as if they’re 10 year olds? Don’t they know when to back off? And you know what? She called again to check if her son is all set. Oh my…AM I BAD? AM I BITCHY?
I’ve been going out with DP for a decade. Having witnessed his mother’s “loving nature,” I told myself, if and when I get to have a son of my own, I will definitely let him grow up and will back off when he finds himself his own girlfriend, partner or wife. I know some of you might not agree with me but heck, experience is the best teacher right?
Funny Post
I just got this from a friend, a forwarded e-mail. This is too funny not to pass on. Go on, read and laugh.
The Day the Penis asked for a Raise
I, the Penis, hereby request a raise in salary for the following reasons:
I do physical labor.
I work at great depths.
I plunge headfirst into everything I do.
I do not get weekends or public holidays off.
I work in a damp environment.
I work in a dark workplace that has poor ventilation.
I work in high temperatures.
My work exposes me to contagious diseases.
Sincerely,
P. Niss
The Response
Dear Penis:
After assessing your request, and considering the arguments you have raised, the administration rejects your request for the following reasons:
You do not work 8 hours straight.
You fall asleep after brief work periods.
You do not always follow the orders of the management team.
You do not stay in your designated area and are often seen visiting other locations.
You do not take initiative – you need to be pressured and stimulated in order to start working.
You leave the workplace rather messy at the end of your shift.
You don’t always observe necessary safety regulations, such as wearing the correct protective clothing.
You will retire well before you are 65.
You are unable to work double shifts.
You sometimes leave your designated work area before you have completed the assigned task..
And if that were not all, you have been seen constantly entering and exiting the workplace carrying two suspicious-looking bags.
Sincerely,
V. Gina
TTC: Just not into it
Would you believe I don’t know what OPK stands for anymore? I’ve been reading TTC blogs this morning and all of a sudden, I found myself thinking so hard about its meaning. That’s a sign I haven’t been “crazy” about TTC I think. You might say it’s so easy to browse it in the net. Well, I thought so too, but I just didn’t want to. I’m just not into it…for now. The least I can do is just to be there, read the blogs of my fellow hopeful wannabe mommies and immerse myself with their journey and wish baby dusts to come along (my) their way.
