Sunday, February 28, 2010

Hair color woes

I started coloring my hair when I turned 18. That's because I started getting tons of white hair at the back of my head when I was 15. It's a genetic thing--my mother's family are the salt-and-pepper type. Since I didn't want to be gray in my teens, I begged for hair color and Mama allowed me to do it at 18. So I've been black, mahogany, chestnut, warm brown, bluish black, red, strawberry red and even blond since then.

Me at Louis Phillip Kee's Greenhills salon last October

Obviously, I love coloring my hair! And since I've found Louis Phillip Kee in 2006, I have discovered the glory of highlights. I tell ya, folks, Louis is the best hair colorist ever! You have to be the adventurous type though to appreciate the many layers of colors he puts on your hair. The last time I visited Louis was in late October, where I had my hair colored bright red with blond highlights and dark red lowlights.

I love how vibrant that red is in sunlight!

Then I became pregnant in November and my husband has forbidden me to have my hair colored. Ditto with my OB. Now, I'm taking prenatal vitamins. I've taken vitamins before but my body's really changed with prenatals--my nails are so strong, for example, and my hair grows really fast now. That's great, of course, except that my roots are showing!

Me, Nicole and Red at Nikki's wedding yesterday

Now my hair is red, blond and 3 inches of dark brown. It doesn't look good at all! Of course everyone says, "That's okay, you're pregnant." And, just to assure y'all, I really won't get my hair colored till after I give birth, but... Don't I look weird???

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Happiness is a loving hubby

My husband kept staring at me today.

Finally, just before dinner, he said, "You're pretty. We must be having a girl."

And now I and my Jelly Bean will sleep happy!

Saturday, February 20, 2010

I see the light!

Parents Connect said that at the 14th week, you finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. I appreciate that really because the last 3 months literally felt like a dark place. It wasn't the kid that depressed me; it was all the changes happening to my body... and, okay, my life! Some nasty people have told me I whine too much but I assume that these women were the lucky ones who had an uneventful pregnancy, the kind that they just breezed through with nary a projectile vomit session or spotting or spectacular headaches, etc. So I envy them because I certainly had a hard time with the first trimester!

But now that I'm entering the second trimester, I feel better. Much better! And the world is looking bright again. Especially today! I finally heard Jelly Bean's heartbeat. It's good and strong. And for a frazzled mommy-to-be like me, that's just the most reassuring sound on earth. Oh, and I also liked how my husband exulted after. So today is a happy day and I am eager to have more happiness!  

I think the next time I get pregnant (!!!), I'm keeping it hush-hush till after the first trimester. It's just that it was such overwhelming news so I wanted to shout it out to the world! Of course that meant that the world can react however they want and... it's strange really. The hormones are so wild that any comment would set me off--good or bad! If I get congratulations, I get defensive (I'm a pretty lucky girl so I felt guilty). If I get advice, I get angry (I never did like being told what to do). If I get criticized, well, that just gets me going! So next time (!!!), I'm keeping it private until after I can handle it all.

Yeah, that was an eye-opener. I thought I was superwoman--me with my fabulous husband, home, friends and career. Then a little kid comes along and I'm a mess. A complete wreck!

Thursday, February 18, 2010

I want to give birth here!

My OBG for the past 11 years is Dr. Rebecca Singson. Since she holds clinic in Makati Medical and Asian Hospital, my husband and I thought it might be better if we get a doctor in a nearer hospital. In our case, that'll be The New Medical City.

But then I visited Dr. Singson a few days ago when I found out she is now the chair of the obstetrics and gynecology department at the newly opened St. Luke's Medical Center at Global City... and this new hospital made my jaw drop.

The expansive lobby. It's huge! It looks like an airport terminal actually.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Love at first sight

Remember when Tom Cruise bought an ultrasound machine for home use when Katie Holmes was pregnant with Suri? Well, he was very much criticized for that and I agreed with the criticism. But now that I'm the preggy one, I wish I can peek into my tummy every single day!

When I was 10 weeks along (that would be four weeks ago), Vince and I got our first real look at Jelly Bean. It was no longer a bean! It was this beautiful human being swimming about inside me. It's our baby all right--all long limbs and slender fingers and toes. Yes, the scan was so clear, we were able to count! And it was stretching its little arms and legs and kinda waving at us, I guess. I cried in wonder. Vince was just beaming. Who'd have thunk it? We certainly didn't expect to be so excited to finally see Jelly Bean!

I guess I'm talking about this because I'm due to see my OB this week and I know that it'll just be a check-up--no ultrasound. And I'm a little disappointed because I want to see Jelly Bean again. I don't know anything that can be simultaneously sobering and thrilling as the ultrasound of a tiny baby. In your head, you're screaming, "Oh my God, I'm really having a baby!" and the scream is both frightened and joyous. It's far out actually. Yep, I'm scared out of my mind but I'm also giddy giddy giddy!

I keep telling Vince, "I wish I can see Jelly Bean every day!", especially on those days when I'm feeling really bad (usually after a date with the toilet bowl or after someone tells me, "You're not a pretty pregnant woman"). Seeing the kid happily swimming about in there, well, that just trumps the bad stuff.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Lavish and Loved

It seems like I'm not the only one who had a problem with pregnancy. The mighty mommy Heidi Klum faced a few bumps herself--although hers are mostly fashion-related! So the supermodel, producer and TV host decided to become a fashion designer, too. And yes, she'll be designing clothes for us preggy women!
Heidi says, "I experienced fashion challenges during my four pregnancies and combined my knowledge of what works in terms of style, comfort and practicality to create these lines." The lines she's talking about are called Loved and Lavish, this latter for the mommy who can afford to spend a little more. Loved will be available in A Pea in the Pod while Lavish will be sold in Motherhood Maternity. Both shops ship to the Philippines! Credit card, get thee ready on February 12!

Monday, February 8, 2010

On honesty in blogging... and everything else actually

The previous post was interesting because some reader got offended by a comment I made and some readers reacted and then it became nasty and then I just had to not allow nasty comments anymore. To be honest with ya, I found the exchange fascinating. I always liked controversy and dirt (which explains why I work in an entertainment magazine!) but since this is a mommy blog, I kinda figured I better clean it up since mommies seem to be expected to be positive and perfect. And since I'm spilling my guts here about how I feel about pregnancy and people around me (and guts aren't pretty), well, I'm rubbing people the wrong way.

First of all, I want to assure everybody that I love my unborn child. I hate feeling vomity and hungry and dizzy and tired and I certainly do not like my acne and the unsolicited advice being thrown at me left and right, but hey, it comes with the territory. I don't like what comes with the pregnancy but I love the kid that's causing all this fuss. The Jelly Bean is worth it.

Pregnant pics!

As you can see, I'm not showing so much yet. Unless I spent the entire day eating, which I do. Since these were taken just before breakfast, no tummy yet. But by the time lunchtime rolled, people were asking to rub my distended belly.

Touching the tummy really really irritates me. So if you ever meet me, keep your hands to yourself! I have never done that to any pregnant woman. If I have, it was because some super happy mommy grabbed my hand and shrieked, "It's moving!" to my absolute horror. Nope, I have never found pregnancy beautiful or romantic so I'm pretty weepy these days. I think the reason is every pregnant woman I've seen when I was growing up seem to have made it their mission to look as unglamorous and unsexy and undesirable as possible. Thank goodness for Nicole Richie, Heidi Klum, Gwen Stefani, Halle Berry and other celebrities who made pregnancy look like a red-carpet affair! Locally, I found Daphne Osena Paez to have been really beautiful when she was pregnant. Pregnant women, take note: You can look fab even when preggy! So now that I'm the pregnant one, I am making sure I look damn gorgeous!  

Here I am wearing a shirt dress. I won't fit in it soon (buttons will pop if I insist!). I am also wearing black support tights--perfect for when you want to prevent the dreaded varicose veins but still look stylish. If you're pregnant like me, there's no need to buy maternity dresses (at least until we're around 7 months and beyond!). It is my belief that maternity dresses must've been designed by people who hate pregnant women.

Yes, I am still wearing 4-inch heels. And I don't want any of you telling me it's a bad thing for a pregnant woman to do. I have noticed with great interest that only ugly, unfashionable women are the ones who tell me to wear flats and tent dresses and to not wear makeup. So if you dare leave a comment telling me I should retire the heels, well, I know what you look like!

Anyway, I love dresses in silk jersey--these hug the body's curves lovingly. This is me in my black silk jersey dress (sorry, forgot to take a full-length one but this has a full skirt). It has stretch so even as I am gaining weight around the boob and tummy areas, I can still look pretty. If you must buy maternity dresses, just browse end-of-season sales where you can get good clearance savings, then you won't have to spend a fortune on those ugly clothes! And accessorize, accessorize, accessorize! I'm wearing enamel bangles with my Vita Fede leather-and-gold bangles. In my hair, my feather headband. Everyone said I looked pretty, and when you're pregnant, that's music to your ears!

P.S. Don't worry about the Coke, my OBG said it's okay to have one caffeine drink a day. It's usually tea but this one time, I had to have a Coke so don't crucify me.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Dear Mama

Yesterday, I was telling some girls at work that when I was younger, I'd be in hospitals so much because of my asthma and my favorite thing to do was to grab my IV bag and visit the other patients and ask them about their lives, which was hell of a lot better to do than stare at my room's ceiling and listen to myself breathe. The girls at work didn't seem fascinated with my story and focused on only one thing: "Why were you alone? Wasn't your mom with you?" And I said, "Oh, Mama never really came to visit me when I was sick. She was only there to pick me up, and that's also because she had to pay the bill."

Mama, they looked at me like I had a terrible mother, and I guess the story did make you sound like one. Yikes! Thinking about it now, I never felt any resentment whenever you and Papa deposited me at the hospital and came back for me when the doctor said I was free to go. For one thing, I knew you had work. I also enjoyed being on my own; in fact, I enjoyed it so much, I couldn't wait to leave home and be independent! And if you hadn't left me alone so much, I wouldn't learn to love reading, to venture out by myself, to talk to strangers (which you never discouraged) and be interested in their stories, to explore a world outside my own, and to be happy with my own company. All those nights in the hospital never felt lonely because I fell asleep immediately--I had a full day chatting with doctors, nurses, patients and their relatives. I saw some really sick people, some of them died when I was there, which was sad because I had just met them, but I was a happy kid and you always told me there was a heaven.