Brus left us today.

Am too tired and too sad to share the rest of the story tonight. So many things happened today. I'll compose myself first. :(

Progesterone

It is a word I commonly hear nowadays. Mainly because we are trying to get pregnant that I've listened to two OB-GYNs explain what progesterone means and what it does. I learned this back in highschool (and college!) and never had a relevant meaning to me, until these days. If I understand it correctly, progesterone is the hormone that makes the uterine lining (endometrium) thick and ready for the implantation of the embryo. And if this hormone's level is low, there is a tendency to miscarry or the uterus will flush the lining out prematurely thereby causing an early period. So a woman needs some pills to help her boost the hormone especially when she is trying to conceive.

Blogging from home.

It's past midnight and am still blogging. Ane is sound asleep and snoring beside me at the moment and am here typing away. I should have started with, rather continue working on, the album layout my brother in-law is paying me to design. See, I haven't gotten my mojo back but since he has given me THE deadline, I should really work on it the soonest (I've finished five pages already, 35 to go mwehehehehe). But since internet has been non-existent for the past week, I find myself getting distracted by all things in the web once I get home.

Sheesh. Guess who needs to get her attention focused?

Restless nights.

I read somewhere that if one begins to have restless nights and unsound sleeping patterns, then it is probably time to change the mattress, even the pillows. In a previous friday feast entry, I said I would really love to have our mattress in my brothers' apartment changed into a new one, preferably the ortho type. Because really, nights have started to become really long and when we wake up, sometimes we still feel tired from the previous day's activities. Do not get me wrong, we love staying there for all sorts of reasons but we find ourselves just happy sleeping in our own home where the bedroom furniture is relatively new.

We really hope to have the extra money to buy a new one for our bed there.

Diet, diet, diet!

Since being told to lose weight about three weeks ago, I've been very religious in watching what I eat. I even went back to playing badminton (twice a week, if time permits). I am yet to go back to the gym, my PT Ome has been texting me asking me when I am returning. Sadly, I still cannot figure out how I can go again. My gym is in Malate and I have no car to use to go there.

When I started to watch what I eat, I noticed I'd get easily nauseous to the point of wanting to throw up. I never starved myself but my body probably reacted to sudden change in eating habits.

Anyway, yesterday was another playing day. While waiting for our turn, we passed around some junk food (argh!) and I even finished 5 8oz plastic cups of fresh buco. When we got home, I had more rice than I should and felt bad about it. I still felt hungry that I asked Ane if we could get some coffee from Starbucks. We did go out to buy some. While there, successfully stopped myself from getting an order of Banoffee Pie. I ordered a tall hot non-fat latte. Ane got himself a jave chip frap AND a slice of Oreo Cheesecake...which I was not able to resist! I did share with him. And I slept the guilt off.

This morning, I met with my former colleague Cleng for breakfast, and I had another cup of Starbucks coffee and a Chicken Empanada, guilt free...since it was my first meal of the day. Then after our first appointment, Ane and I passed by Galleria. And that picture that comes with this entry (something that I missed trying in SanFo)? I bought that calorie-laden fruit and shared it with Ane...after having rice and tinola for lunch! And what happened after lunch and dessert?!? We took a nap while waiting for our next appointment (which didn't push thru btw). As if it wasn't enough, we later shared a pint of ice cream! A few hours passed and it was dinnertime. Did you think I'd pass?! No! Dinner was rice and sinigang, and 2 slices of ripe mango for dessert, not to mention a glass of Coke light.

Honestly, I need to stop eating.

It's the thought that counts.

Pictures? Pictures! I love pictures! Especially photos of me! Hehe. I do not mind getting a picture of me as anniversary gifts or for any other special occasion. Of course, other things make me happy too, like new gadgets and money (who doesn't?) and jewelry. My hubby once gave me a framed jigsaw puzzle of me...I found that so sweet. Most of the time, I do not know what to give because I focus more on what I think matters (the pricetag?). But having spent so much time with hubs, I realize that clichéic as it may seem, it's the thought that really counts.

Am I loving?

What's Your Best Quality? Your Result: Loving Your best quality is loving! People like you because of your loving nature. You are a nice person that cares about others. Your loving nature makes you a good friend.
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Hhhhhmmmmm. I know personality quiz results depend on a person's current mood. I'd say am just extra nice today, mwehehheheheeh. And! It's good to know that I have a bit more intelligence than sense of humor ;)

Miami Real Estate

In search for Miami real estate? Visit this website. They will help you find a property not just in Miami but the rest of Florida. It is "Real estate your way" as they claim. Homes are made more affordable because a buyer gets back up to 50% of the commissions. Sellers, on the other hand, rave about how fast transactions become when they have their properties listed. I believe that a good real estate deal is a combination of a serious buyer plus an honest seller mixed with an efficienr liaison. Don't you think so, too?

I hate myself for feeling this way.

It's just that someone approved my Friendster add request and when I browsed my list, the person isn't there. What was that about, huh? Approve me and then just delete like it never happened? Considering that this person was close to my heart back in the days.

I know I suck at keeping in touch with my friends but I never never never add someone unless that person is someone I'd really want to have contacts with. I am terrible when it comes to calling, texting or emailing my friends but I never forget those who made a difference in my life.

I always say that I have a lot of friends (I've been here, there and everywhere) but very few close ones. My social life is limited yet I make time when scheduled meet-ups happen. Because there is always a sense of security on my part when I do see my friends. And Friendster has been really helpful for me to connect with old friends I don't wanna trash away.

Sigh. I just feel the door was closed right in my face. This person probably didn't mean to do that, but at this point I cannot see the reason. So disappointing.

Bloody! (An update)

So I got the results this morning. All numbers! I need to go back to the doctor so she could explain to me what it all means, hehehe. But looking at the results and the normal ranges, I am within the ranges :) I still need to hear it from the doctor herself, though.

Thank you Mich and Donna for the comments on my original post :)

See, even my right arm is bruised (but not as bad as the left arm). When I returned for the results, I asked the releasing girl if this was all normal. She asked me if I was told to apply hot compress, well, they didn't. She asked me a lot of questions like when I had the extraction done, etc etc. I was blabbing until the woman sitting there waiting for her result called my attention. And showed me a bruise much much bigger than mine (and she had her extraction on Sunday!). I was stupefied and felt ashamed my worries are "miniscule" compared to hers. But whatever! Hay, just let it go, and hope I need not go through something like this again in the very near future.

The fact, however, still remains. The medtech who handled me for the first time probably wasn't trained enough to poke needles. Sheesh.