Myoma Queen

Myoma has been defined as a benign mass found in the uterus.

To me, this and all other categories of cysts are simply the blight of my existence.

I have after all been known to suffer fibrocycsts, endemetriocysts and lately myomas in my entire adult life.  Letting me earn the tag Myoma Queen! 

My doctor tells me that this is simply the result of overactive hormones, my body being a perfect bed for them.  She teases that I’m just too much of a woman, that’s all.  Yeah, sure!

Today, these nodules strike again! 

I had my congenital anomaly examination today and, lo and behold, there are three myomas growing along side my baby.  My only consolation is that these are located outside the uterus, thus, the chances of it pressing and crowding the baby is nil.  These widens the chances of my having a c-section rather than a normal delivery. But I still have to properly reflect on my emotions to categorize this as either a fortunate or unfortunate circumstance.

Hay! Good thing my doctor is top rate!  She’s the head consultant in the hospital and easily dismisses this as nothing to be concerned about. Her experience and candor assures me.

Nothing less for the Myoma Queen, I guess!

 

 

 

Anton & Anton II

“Pinaglilihian ko si Anton.”

This was how it was during my first trimester.  I so much wanted to see Anton and hear his voice that I would call him almost everyday.  My camera is filled with his pictures.  Hearing him, seeing him, made me smile and forget my discomfort.

“Pinaglilihian ako ni Anton.”

Flash to my second semester and it’s now Anton who is so much into me. He loves seeing me, often inviting me over to the house.  And when I do get the chance to drop by, he serves me like the queen. 

He races to the kitchen to ask them to cook spaghetti for me and the baby.  He says he and the baby are alike, could be twins, as they both like spaghetti.  He asks me to name the baby Anton and I say, to avoid confusion, I’ll call the baby “Anton II”.  This made him laugh!

His ministrations over me have drawn the attention of his parents and the other grown-ups in the family.  How it happened, nobody knows.  He props the chair with pillows before inviting me to sit, turns the aircon for me, and massages my back as I lie back in bed. 

It seems he has caught the love bug as much as I did! 🙂

 

Idle Mommy

I am concerned.

I have nothing to do!  Informations (complaints) are slow in coming and, of the few that had been filed, my director has opted to give me some slack due to my condition and, thus, gave me none.  This may be a source of joy, welcome news, to some, but, man!  I can’t be this unproductive!

Aside from struggling with boredom, I am particularly concerned about the effects this may have on my baby.  Idle Mom means idle baby, right?  My baby might come out, as it is, either as a Kapuso, with etchings on his/her body a la Joaquin Bordado, or as a singing sensation a la American Idol, what with all the TV programs I’ve been watching to while away the time.

I must apply myself to something mentally stimulating…and fast!

Dreamscapes

I don’t engage in dreams much.  I am basically a heavy sleeper, I sleep like a log.

This seems not to be the case though since my pregnancy. 

My waking hours these days are filled with dreams – some inconsequential, others downright scary.  I usually huddle up to Mr. P and dismiss these dreams as mere results of my regurgitating tummy. 

Not this particular day though. 

I dreamt of past suitors… MUs and boyfriend wannabes included. 

Bloopers and conversation and all! 

Some were funny, others were so detailed, these emotionally affected me. Strange that I only get to realize their meaning now, tones & intentions that were hidden from me during those young gullible days. I am embarassed of these moments. My stupidity and gullibility I cannot believe!

I am concerned that my baby might sense these.  Takes these in and inherits my gullibility and naivete. 

Gosh!  Do I have a problem if baby turns out to be a girl!  Chaining her to the kitchen sounds like a good option! 🙂

Mr. P is likewise concerned. 

But we can only pray and surrender our baby to God’s grace.