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i am loud, talkative and i have many friends but i don’t think i was ever as popular as the time when
i got pregnant. the round thing bulging in front of me, which made it hard for me to see my toes, made
me an instant celebrity.
it was late in 2006 when my belly started growing bigger and rounder. first, it was just my friends at
hallmark who paid extra care and attention to me and my delicate status. i loved all the attention
plus the leniency. if i get late, all i get are sympathetic looks even from the bosses (well, they are
really nice people to begin with, and my commute that consisted of 2 jeepney rides, 1 mrt ride and 2
footbridges was truly hellish even for someone who’s not preggy!)
after a while, even people from other departments in the office who barely looked at me when i was
still single and skinny started greeting me with wide smiles and talked to me as if we have been
friends since childhood.
it’s not that i did not like that or anything. in fact, i enjoyed it pretty well. i loved how the
other mommies in the office kept track of my pregnancy milestones, how they all gave me pieces of
wisdom (which proved to be really helpful!) and how they even compiled a set of pregnancy clothes for
me.
and i really had a great time reading the survey “what is wendi’s child going to be, boy or girl?”
some were not contented just giving a guess, they even analyzed the shape and size of my tummy to
justify their hypothesis. (the result of the survey? “boy” won hands down)
i felt so important, i felt that my child was really lucky. it felt wonderful knowing that the people
around me were so involved with what i was going through.
the bigger my stomach grew, the more popular i got. even strangers began approaching me, talking to
me, asking when i was due, if i already knew if it’s a boy or a girl, if i was drinking Anmum. some
even went as far as touching my tummy. imagine walking mindlessly in a shopping mall when suddenly you
feel something weird on your belly. you look down and you see a hand! is that weird or what?
the popularity does not end with strangers caressing my bulging stomach. at the mrt, i also enjoyed a
special privilege. sure, i got squeezed in that hot box so many times during my pregnancy but almost
every time, someone would offer me their seat a second before tears start dropping down my cheeks.
but there was that one time when my round tummy got squeezed against the door so hard and still none
of them offered me a seat. i was so tired, i could not help but cry. some ortigas girls (who were also
standing) saw my tear-stained face and i heard them say, “kawawa naman ung buntis.”
i must admit, somtimes i took advantage of my being pregnant. all i had to do was grunt a little and
hold my belly as if i am in pain and sure enough, all it would take is a few seconds before a kind
soul stands up and gives me his/her seat. hehe. (of course, the acting part was not at all hard given
that i was REALLY tired carrying a huge load in my tummy all the way to ortigas.)
the grunt acting was not only effective in the mrt. it also worked well when i had to stand in long
lines or when i want to enter a door that is not supposed to be an entrance. people (even security
guards who according to hannah have “maximization of power” syndrome) were surprisingly kinder and
more considerate to big bellied women.
another time i felt so loved was when my college blockmates threw me a baby shower. great food, lots
of laughs, beautiful gifts, and endless love and kisses. i don’t think i ever got to thank therese and
jeng and all my blockmates for that very wonderful time.
(my other baby shower hosted by my high school friends got cancelled because i had to give birth that
day, more on that on labor day: the great birthing experience)
yes, being pregnant has lots of perks. but the biggest perk of it all is knowing that you are carrying
the person you love most inside your womb. by the end of your 9-month journey, you will be happy (to
see your child), relieved (that you are no longer “fragile”) and sad because your popularity has come
to an end, as the real star has come out.

i am loud, talkative and i have many friends but i don’t think i was ever as popular as the time when i got pregnant. thepreggy round thing bulging in front of me, which made it hard for me to see my toes, made me an instant celebrity.

it was late in 2006 when my belly started growing bigger and rounder. first, it was just my friends at hallmark who paid extra care and attention to me and my delicate status. i loved all the attention plus the leniency. if i get late, all i get are sympathetic looks even from the bosses (well, they are really nice people to begin with, and my commute that consisted of 2 jeepney rides, 1 mrt ride and 2 footbridges was truly hellish even for someone who’s not preggy!)

after a while, even people from other departments in the office who barely looked at me when i was still single and skinny started greeting me with wide smiles and talked to me as if we have been friends since childhood.

it’s not that i did not like that or anything. in fact, i enjoyed it pretty well. i loved how the other mommies in the office kept track of my pregnancy milestones, how they all gave me pieces of wisdom (which proved to be really helpful!) and how they even compiled a set of pregnancy clothes for me.

and i really had a great time reading the survey “what is wendi’s child going to be, boy or girl?”  some were not contented just giving a guess, they even analyzed the shape and size of my tummy to justify their hypothesis. (the result of the survey? “boy” won hands down)

i felt so important, i felt that my child was really lucky. it felt wonderful knowing that the people around me were so involved with what i was going through.

the bigger my stomach grew, the more popular i got. even strangers began approaching me, talking to me, asking when i was due, if i already knew if it’s a boy or a girl, if i was drinking Anmum. some even went as far as touching my tummy. imagine walking mindlessly in a shopping mall when suddenly you feel something weird on your belly. you look down and you see a hand! is that weird or what?

the popularity does not end with strangers caressing my bulging stomach. at the mrt, i also enjoyed a special privilege. sure, i got squeezed in that hot box so many times during my pregnancy but almost every time, someone would offer me their seat a second before tears start dropping down my cheeks. but there was that one time when my round tummy got squeezed against the door so hard and still none of them offered me a seat. i was so tired, i could not help but cry. some ortigas girls (who were also standing) saw my tear-stained face and i heard them say, “kawawa naman ung buntis.”

i must admit, somtimes i took advantage of my being pregnant. all i had to do was grunt a little and hold my belly as if i am in pain and sure enough, all it would take is a few seconds before a kind soul stands up and gives me his/her seat. hehe. (of course, the acting part was not at all hard given that i was REALLY tired carrying a huge load in my tummy all the way to ortigas.)

the grunt acting was not only effective in the mrt. it also worked well when i had to stand in long lines or when i want to enter a door that is not supposed to be an entrance. people (even security guards who according to hannah have “maximization of power” syndrome) were surprisingly kinder and more considerate to big bellied women.

babyshower2another time i felt so loved was when my college blockmates threw me a baby shower. great food, lots of laughs, beautiful gifts, and endless love and kisses. i don’t think i ever got to thank therese and jeng and all my blockmates for that very wonderful time.

(my other baby shower hosted by my high school friends got cancelled because i had to give birth that day, more on that on labor day: the great birthing experience.)

yes, being pregnant has lots of perks. but the biggest perk of it all is knowing that you are carrying the person you love most inside your womb. at the end of my 9-month journey, i was happy (to see me child), relieved (that i am no longer “fragile”) and sad because my popularity has come to an end, as the real star has come out.

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paglilihii never really believed in things like “paglilihi” where a pregnant woman asks for incredulous things like a pineapple with no eyes or a smooth guyabano or a purple ponkan. i thought it was just a woman’s way of getting back at her husband for making her big and miserable.

when i got pregnant in 2007–wait are you waiting for me to say that i finally believed in paglilihi because i experienced the same thing? no, i never really asked mike to get me some weird fruit from some alien planet.

but what i do remember is having adverse reactions on food that i was normally fond of. like shawarma, for example, i hated that food so much that i secretly cursed the woman selling shawarma in a stall in mrt shaw boulevard station each and every day that i went to work.

(i know she was just doing her job and she wasn’t doing anything bad to me but i was a big bellied woman with an irrational mind, so sue me)

i also hated bagoong, which used to be my favorite. but because i was stubborn, i tried to resist this aversion and i still ate bagoong a few times. my baby never accepted it and once it reached my tummy, baby throws and returns it back to the sender.

the only thing my stomach would accept in the realm of fastfood s and restaurant during the peak of my morning sickness pregnancy stage was a 1 piece burger steak from jollibee. take note, 1 piece only. 2 pieces would be a different story.

good thing, i didn’t have any aversions towards homemade cooking as long as i cooked the food myself. as for “paglilihi” per se, the only real craving i had was for a pair of twin popsies (chocolate flavor) which i MUST have in one way or another every after i had my routine check up with my ob-gyne.

i still didn’t want to call it paglilihi back then. i thought of it more as a routine like it was a standard procedure in a maternity check-up–blood pressure check, weight check, internal examination, twin popsies.

the more bizarre part of this concept that many old folks believe is that your baby becomes what you eat. for example, if you ate kambal na saging, you would get twins. if you ate a fried frog, your baby would say “kokak” instead of cry.

as a kid, i remember watching inday badiday’s eye to eye show where she sometimes featured babies with abnormalities which are purportedly caused by the paglilihi of their mothers.

in one episode, i saw a baby that was covered with hair all over. his mother said it was because she ate too many baluts when she was pregnant.

my baby did not become twins just because i love twin popsies but a neighbor said that is the reason why his skin is chocolate-y 🙂

from what i know, there is no medical explanation for paglilihi and for all i know, it is probably just a coincidence that your baby resembles your favorite pregnant food. true or not, the important thing is that you choose to crave for foods that will not be harmful to your little one. 😀

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