And this, as of 6am today.

August 31, 2011 was a very happy day (or the beginning of a very happy season). I called the lab, two hours after I got tested, and gave my name. Long pregnant pause (pun super intended), then she says “Positive, ma’am!” I asked if she was sure, and she said yes, and congratulations.

I run to my mom and sister who pretend (twiddling their thumbs together) they aren’t as eager about finding out, and scream about the good news. A furious fit of hugging and shouting and the sudden “Don’t be malikot” warning from my mother.

This comes after two years of marriage, and after having been diagnosed with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome and Endometriosis at that. This is nothing short of a miracle. And we can’t hardly wait.

Two-tiered happy thing

This is a two-tiered happy thing: 1. I am having a baby (or babies, who knows, I may have multiples!) 2. I am having the child of the awesomest man I’ve ever met, the smartest, most wonderful, funniest person, my favorite person in the universe.

I’ve always been good with taking disappointment, probably because I try to not hope too much, or to say “well, even if it doesn’t happen…”

This time, though, I just felt challenged by God to believe audaciously, like I never have before. That the operative word of “Believer” is BELIEVE: To trust, to be expectant without buffering disappointment.

Thus far: While eating, I am thinking of what to eat next. I am constantly hungry, always sleepy, and incredibly excited for my first ultrasound a week from now.

Oh and on this note, please stop asking married people WHY they don’t have a baby yet, particularly when you aren’t part of their family in the least.

It’s intrusive, offensive and a lot of times just adds insult to injury.

To all our friends who waited with us with bated breath, (without pressure, without the annoying follow-up) thank you.

Quality over quantity, yes?  So I tried it out for 14 days, and I guess it just isn’t for me. I will, however, work on posting more. The Sagada post in a few days.

So there, Sayonara, Project 365.

Watched a girl open up her purse, get an envelope out, get something from inside it, show the girl next to her and put it all back into her purse,zip it up, all with her 1/2 inch wet nails unharmed.

I need to learn to do that.

Being around a school environment makes me sorely miss being a teacher. Though I was assigned to Grade 4 Art and Photography, Grades 8,9 and 10 English, I was always partial to Third grade English. Nine-ish is such a cool age. They are still cute and yet they feel adult.

I could maintain an entire blog on teaching alone, what it was like. Exhausting-Spectacular.

Everyday, before I’d start the class, Id have them tidy up the classroom, with Coltrane’s Take 5 playing on my portable speakers. One day, like a scene from one of those teacher movies, –magic. They started singing the melody (Not quite scatting but not just humming either). Wow.

I remember the day I received my students’ evaluation and my boss quoted “I like my teacher. She speaks Harry Potter”; referring to me putting on a mock English accent whenever someone spoke (prohibited) Tagalog in my class.

I miss my third-graders. And I hate that they’re in high school now, possibly sullen.

I was telling Zach, that how he feels at a shoot, all sparkly and just completely in his element, that is how I feel on school grounds.

Wow, what a long drumroll to the main content of this entry. So we visited my stellar drummer, Francis, who was having a tattoo done by the legendary Nero Nievo.

That building is where we had our wedding rings made. The place smelled like almostmarriage. Awesome how smells take you places,yes?

We then went to SM which is my favorite retail destination. The only place I don’t just window-shop. I actually shop-shop. We both picked out shoes for Hansel’s wedding, had dinner and Dairy Queen,then we decided to look at guitars.

I gave an Epiphone a spin, and I fell in love. I COULD try an electric guitar and hang Mozart, my robust acoustic guitar on the rack for a bit.