When I found out I was pregnant I was so elated but scared at the same time. I’ve had many many girlfriends who had really bad morning sickness throughout their entire pregnancy. I’m talking hugging the bowl worshiping the porcelain gods all day every day sick. I think I’m real lucky so far that I haven’t experienced anything like that. Here were my top 3:

Fatigue (borderline narcolepsy): Yep I did go though was EXTREME fatigue. Seriously, I could sleep for 10 hours and still be tired. So for the first 3 months I was feeling like a knocked up narcoleptic. I think I might have fell asleep in between conversations with people too. Sorry if you were one of those people I spaced out/dozed off on.

Manageable Nausea: I did get nauseous if I didn’t eat frequently enough. And the worst feeling ever was forcing myself to eat when all I felt like doing was hurling. I know better now and eat small meals often and always have snacks around. Yes, I’ve become the chick you see on the train/bus that’ll whip out chips, crackers, cheese, and a small buffet outta her purse.

Food Aversions: For those of you that know me I love Thai food. That is like my staple. I love curries and anything with a kick to it. Yeah, that went out the door the 1st week. I remember DH heating up some Thai red curry and the smell alone made me want to gag. I was so sad. Thai food was the 1st to go. Ironically, I can thrown down some dim sum, noodles and any Cantonese food like nobody’s business. I was able to eat endless servings of siew-mai’till the cows come home! Of course when I told DH this he was cackling about it. What gives? Baby why are you being so biased and only eating food from Papa’s homeland, but hatin’ on Mama’s Thai food?!?!

Actually, my eggo has been preggo for about 15 weeks now! (time flies!!) It’s been really difficult to keep this just between myself, DH and a few close family members. When I found out I wanted to tell the world! I’m so glad I can finally share my joy with everyone now.

OMFG I can watch this all day!  Soo freeekin cute!

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The past few months I’ve been cleaning out my place in preparation for some renovations that we are planning to have.  We are going to redo our entire kitchen and bath.  As well as add a new entryway into the kitchen from the living room.  The set up is kinda weird now in that we have to walk through a smaller room before we enter the kitchen.  I’d like to close that up so that we can use that room as an office (baby room when the time comes) and have it sealed away separately.  My home is a mess and I’ve got boxes everywhere.  Yet again *sigh*  But my biggest dilemma is picking out what color I want to paint the rooms. 

My foyer has an asian theme to it, with an chinese antique carved wooden bench and it is also where I have my Buddha statue.  I was thinking of an off white with a hint of pink.  I think it would compliment the dark woods. I’m considering

Whitewater Bay OC-70:

For the living room I change my mind daily.  We have a more comtemporary updated furniture for our living room.  With dark leathers and black/brown stained wood.  I’m undecided between

Gray Owl 2137-60: 

Coastal Fog 976:

Decisions decisions!

Okay, before you jump to conclusions it’s not that when I see one I turn the other way & run away screaming.  It’s more that I get a bit anxious when using one.  Hrmm.. that sounded a bit weird too.  I think I can best explain where this comes about with one of my experiences.  *flashback music & squiggly blurry lines*

About 3 years ago sometime in the spring (or was it summer?  Well the weather as warm) of a glorious Friday afternoon I was at work looking out my window anxious about going out to dinner with some friends I haven’t seen in a while.  Suddenly, I start getting error messages all over my screen.  “Cannot connect to database” “Server exited with error” I was bombarded with them.  I started making phone calls to find out what the problem was.  Turns out we had a major hardware malfunction where of the nodes just blew out.  I was beyond pissed.  The project that I was working on had to be finished by tomorrow morning and the systems are down.  It would take a few HOURS before they would be able to restore it. The clock was ticking away and I KNEW I’d have to cancel my plans.  It was about 7pm before they were able to bring everything back and I was aggravated, and hungry.  I rummaged through my purse & I had ONE dollar.  I walked down to the little lunch room area to the vending machines.  I popped in my only dollar and pushed the code for a bag of chips.  The little coil that holds the bags of junkfood twirled and just as my bag of chips was about to fall down to the chute, it stopped.  Suspended in midair (okay it wasn’t midair, but I think it was caught on the coil) the damn thing taunted me.  I banged on the plexiglass a bit hoping it would free my poor bag of chips, but it didn’t.  I was going to walk away and give up on it, but I decided to turn back to try to free it again.  I looked around the room and down the hallway.  No one was there, only frickin’ losers who were stuck at work and had deadlines in the morning like me would be here at this hour.  Arrgghhh… come on! My last frickin’ dollar!!~  I lunged at the machine, threw my arms around it & tried to shake it.  Nothing I did was going to free my precious bag of chips.  Defeated, I let out a growl and kicked the machine & I heard a “pop” and the lights in the machine went out, OMG I think I broke it.  Then I heard people coming from down the hallway.  I was sooo embarrassed I ran away, I think they heard my..ermmm wrestling match. When I came back to work on Monday morning there was a piece of paper stuck on the machine that read “Out of Service”.  It remained that way for almost a week, and the whole the my bag of chips was still there, suspended, mocking me.

I think back on this now & chuckle a bit.  I probably looked like such a lunatic wrestling machine, yeah, all 5’2″ of me.  So that’s where my fear of using the vending machine comes from.  Every time I’ve had to use a vending machine since then,  (which was probably like 4x max) it brings bad memories, and I’m afraid that the chips, candybar whatever it was I’d pressed the code for would get stuck.

It seems that almost anything can be done over the Internet. Mothers Madeline Robb and Megan Santos have never met, but since their children were born on the same day, the two became pen pals sharing advice and photos of their tots over email. Madeline noticed a shadow on lil Rowan’s eyes in the pictures suggested Megan to take her daughter to get it checked. Her advice likely saved the girl’s life.

(link to article & video below)

http://www.lilsugar.com/1896440

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When I read/watched this I was so amazed and at the same time so touched.  That these women were able to create a friendship via internet and one was actually able to save the life of her friend’s child.  It got me thinking about how much my internet “pretend friends”* (as DH likes to refer them to) have been such an influence on my life.  Wheter it be during my wedding planning process when we all chipped in and helped one another with great advice, tutorials, recommendations, or shared an experience, but also on every day life events, no matter how mundane.  It can be as insignificant as a vent about a bad day at work or feeling under the weather.  “Pretend friends” or not you all have been friends to me Some of you I’ve have the pleasure of meeting in person while others I may have not.  But this article just made me want to acknowledge you all and give you all a “Thanks for being there for me”

 *”Pretend Friends” I hope no one is offended by this term.  I got into a discussion with DH once about my online friends and he said to me, “How can you say they are friends if you’ve never met?”  I think because he’s not into social networking on the net as much as I am it’s hard for him to think outside the box.  So it’s kinda a silly term now that he uses when I talk about my online friends.

I’ve been blaming the Olympics for my crankiness, sleepiness, and not feeling too hot, but I think it’s not the culprit.  I think I’m coming down with some sorta viral thing or a cold.  Boooo… I’ve been all congested and have a slight cough.  Today in the office I’m wearing like 3 layers of sweaters and a oversized cardigan.  Any more layers and I might as well bring a parka to work.  I hate being sick.  I can’t wait to go home and bury myself underneath some blankets and have some hot chicken noodle soup.  Hrmm.. some mushroom & chicken rissoto doesn’t sound too bad right about now either.

Okay, I’ve got to stop staying up every night watching the Olympics.  I’m not getting enough sleep and I come to work all cranky.   But to top it all off I get all worked up & angry when it comes to competitive sports. These past two nights watching the women’s Olympics have got me all worked up and riled up.  How the HECK can you land on your knees and still deserve to get a medal?!!?!?    And OMG last night, Nastia Lukin vs. He Kexin on uneven bars.  That was some jacked up tie breaker!  Rigged I tell you!!~  I believe Nastia clearly had better execution of her performance than He Kexin.  And what’s up with the gymnastics in the Olympics that they can only award 1 gold?!?!?!  Didn’t they just award 2 medals for silver in the sprints?!?!  ArGhHHh!!~  I think Nastia deserved the gold.  Boooo…booo… boooo….

And is it just me or do none of the chinese athletes look of qualifying age?  I mean they’re hella good, but damn’ I’m asian too and I look young for my age, but I don’t think at 16 I’ve ever looked like I was 12.    I guess it gives you an advantage when you’ve got the body of a 12 year old and you’re 4’10.

Okay, enough of this it’s out of my system now.  ArGggHhHh…. okay. Now it is. No more.

Sooooo… did anyone catch the Gunshow last night at the Men’s Gymnastics Rings final?  Woooo baby!

This moring while Husband was driving me to the train station to go to work we were talking about our upcoming 8 year anniversary together. Not 8 years of marriage as we only got married 2 years ago, but 8 years of being together. *le sigh* So here’s how the conversation goes:

Hubs: Our 8 year anniversary is coming up I can’t believe it’s been so long!
Me: Yep. Almost a decade huh?
Hubs: *gasps* I KNOW what I wanna get you for an anniversary gift!
Me: Oh yeah? *giggles*
Hubs: Since you have to walk from the train after dark some nights on your way home & I worry about you; I going to get you a taser!
Me: …
Hubs: *big happy smile*
Me: …… Are you serious?
Hubs: Yah!
Me: Don’t do that. I swear if you get me that for our anniversary, I’ll frickin’ tase YOU!!~
Hubs: Why?!?! You would?? Well, Okay… I’d let you do it.
Me: *mutters* psychopath…
Hubs: I love you Pookie! *big smile*
Me: I love you too dumbass *laughs*
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Yes, I really think he was serious.