I was finished with lunch and I was lounging with the guys and a handful of chocolate-covered raisins when my cell phone rang. The caller ID indicated that it was my parents on their cell phone. I knew it couldn’t be good, since their cell phone is NEVER used except in case of emergency. In fact, I was doubtful whether they even knew how to use it.

My parents had been in a car accident. Thankfully, there were no injuries, but they car was not so lucky. Luckily, the scene of the accident was very close to my place of work and I was able to be there in less than 10 minutes. My folks were able to drive the car into the parking lot of Love’s Bakery while the police made a report. By the time I got there, the cops and the other driver were already gone.

I called the insurance company and got a claim started, then proceeded to phone auto body and repair shops in hopes of towing it in. Everybody and their uncle must’ve had an accident today, because all the places I called were booked and unable to take a tow-in until next week.

Dad went into the store and asked if he could leave the car in the parking lot until we could secure a tow and a repair shop willing to take the vehicle. Not only were they willing to let us leave the car there, but a very helpful employee named Sharon even got on the phone and made some phone calls for us. A mechanic from a shop down the road came by to survey the damage and determined that the frame was bent and that was beyond their capability to repair. Sharon gave me the business card of a tow company and said that if we left the car key with her, that she could hand it over to the tow truck driver so we wouldn’t have to be present when he came to pick it up. This later proved not only to be convenient, but critical to us getting the car to a repair shop today.

I placed a phone call to my favorite mechanic, Glenn, who gave me a couple of recommendations. Luckily, one of the three was wiling to take the car today. The manager even waited 30 minutes past their closing time to receive the car. She, too, determined that the car would most likely be declared a total wreck.

My folks were not too broken-hearted, since the car was already 13 years old and had certainly seen better days. As I kept telling them, the main thing is that they had not been hurt. The car is replaceable, they are not.

Everyone, from the worker at Love’s Bakery, to the tow truck driver, and the repair shop manager, had been so genuinely nice. It made a stressful situation much more manageable. It’s days like this that make me less cynical, restore my faith in humanity, and remind me that there are still some good people in the world.

So, in return, if you ever need their services, please patronize the following businesses:

David’s Auto Damage Specialists (D.A.D.S.)
Harbor Center
98-025 Hekaha Street, Aiea
Ph. 808-487-3654

Pacific Paradise Towing Service, LLC
24-hours: Jump start. Light to medium duty. State of the art on road recovery service. Motorcycles to mid-size trucks.
Ph. 808-677-8850

My answer is always a cheerful, “not yet!” although I must admit that her question scares the beejeebers out of me.

I’ve always had a cute little innie that resembled a small slit. Since my waistline has started expanding, so has my bellybutton. My cute little innie is turning into a big, gaping hole in my tummy. Knowing my outie phobia, Hubby has started teasing, “look! It’s going to be an outie soon!”

Egads. I dread the day my cute little innie turns into a pop-up turkey timer.

So, my question is… does every pregnant woman get an outie eventually? Do outies turn back into innies after the turkey baby gets delivered?

For the past few years, the coming of Mother’s Day was always met with a tinge of sadness and longing. I’d always wonder if there would ever be a day when I would be a mom.

Today, we celebrated Mother’s Day with my in-laws at Tsukiji Fish Market and Restaurant. My 8-year-old niece Lexis gave me a lei and said, “happy mother’s day!” My oldest niece, Rachel, 17, presented me with a single red rose. Piikea, my 12-year-old niece, aptly observed, “Auntie, this is your first Mother’s Day!” I almost cried.

I’m still having trouble eating past 5:00 pm, but I managed to eat a modest amount of fresh fruit, salad, and a small portion of grilled steak. Although I left the restaurant feeling like I ate an entire cow, I managed not to get sick — which is progress indeed. Unfortunately, my bladder has gone into overdrive and I find that after consuming a lot of liquid, I have to go to the bathroom three times to empty my bladder completely. Quite inconvenient.

Earlier this morning, I also went for another ultrasound to follow up on the bleeding episode. The doctor confirmed that the sac that they saw on the previous ultrasound was now gone, so indeed, that was the cause of the bleeding and it shouldn’t be a problem in the future.

He also checked all of the vital organs and measured Baby Champuru’s growth, indicating that she is now 14 ounces and was right on track. Praise God for a good progress report all around.

And, I still say that it is truly a miracle that I am pregnant today and that it is only by the grace of God that I am able to celebrate my first mother’s day as a mom-to-be.

According to today’s result, my net weight gain is 5 lbs. If you consider the weight I lost during the first trimester and subsequently gained back in the second, then it’s approximately 8 lbs. I’m only 5 months along and I feel huge already, but maybe that’s just me having a hard time adjusting to my new silhouette.

I think I need to buy bigger underpants.
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Thank God tomorrow is Friday. This morning, I woke up thinking it was Saturday. Can you imagine the disappointment I felt when I realized that it was only Thursday? Devastating, I tell you.

Unfortunately, though, Hubby’s old Dell desktop finally kicked the bucket, which prompted a run to Best Buy to purchase a new laptop. It’s been 3 hours and I’m still working on setting it up. The most time-consuming part of the whole ordeal is burning the recovery disks, which do not come with the laptop. Irritating.
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But this is not about the laptop, this is about me… and making it to week 20! (Boy, how vain does that sound?)

I’m a little worried about how large my tummy has become, seemingly overnight, and whether it means I’ll be carrying HUGE by the time I hit week 40. I have an ultrasound appointment this Saturday, so I’ll ask the doc. I’ve been walking everyday with Hubby in hopes of managing my weight and maintaining a healthy pregnancy. I suppose the doc will tell me whether it’s working or not.

Oh, and about that photo? I’ll try to take one tomorrow.

I don’t mind that much, really. It’s nice to see people excited about the precious miracle growing inside this pot belly of mine.

In the past couple of weeks, my stomach really made some fantastic progress. I’m visibly pregnant now and five people last week told me on separate occasions that I’m starting to waddle.

It begins.

So, today after Hubby came home from work, we hit Motherhood Maternity in Waikele. Hubby is my favorite shopping companion. He has a knack for choosing items that I would never have considered myself that end up looking great! He gives me objective feedback and is never insulting when he critiques an outfit. This is particularly helpful since I might often rationalize a poor fit if I like the color/style, but Hubby will gently talk me out of it. Hubby is a man’s man, so you’d never think that he was a closet fashionista, but he is.

I left with a few new pieces, nice additions to my growing maternity wardrobe. When I got home, I did a quick purge of my closet and dresser and filled a trash bag with items to donate.

It’s the first step to embracing the baby bump.

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I stole this photo from Hubby’s Vox. (Yes, Hubby has a blog, but it’s only open to his Vox “neighborhood”.) He took this photo with his camera phone. The clever title is his, too.

Every time I look at this picture it just makes me smile. I just wanted to share.

Last night, just before retiring to bed, I discovered that I had started bleeding for no apparent reason. Immediately, thoughts of complications, months of bed rest, or even worse: miscarriage, flooded my mind. I headed straight for my “What to Expect…” book and turned to the “when there’s a problem” section on bleeding. From the reading, I determined that since the bleeding wasn’t heavy and wasn’t accompanied by pain, that I could wait until the morning to call the doctor. In the hours that followed, it was difficult not to let the what-ifs plague my thoughts. I fell asleep with my hands on my tummy, lifting silent, yet tearful prayers for Baby Champuru.

This morning, I called the doctor’s office as soon as they opened and they squeezed me into the schedule.

The nurse took my weight and recorded in my chart. “Wow, you gained a lot of weight,” she remarked. Pregnancy is the only time it is acceptable to make comments about a woman’s weight. I didn’t think I had gained much weight at all, but then I remembered that I had also lost a good amount of weight at the beginning of my pregnancy thanks to the travails of morning sickness.

The doctor emerged from an exam room and peered at my chart, making notes. “You gained 8 pounds?!” she exclaimed.

All of a sudden, I felt like I had to justify myself, “Well, I seem to be eating a little better than before and I had lost a lot of weight in the beginning…”

She seemed satisfied with my stammering excuses,“okay, so you’re back to normal then.”

Just yesterday I weighed myself with my bathroom scale and I was 5-pounds less than the reading on the scale at the doctor’s office. Either the shredded mini wheats I had for breakfast were sitting in my stomach like a 5-pound brick or my bathroom scale is wrong. I blame the cereal.

Then she joined me in an examining room with the Doppler. She scanned my abdomen for what seemed like forever and I didn’t hear anything on the monitor. She kept clicking a switch and I started to get worried. Was she having a hard time finding the heartbeat? She must’ve saw the alarmed look on my face because she said, “it’s not you, it’s this machine. I can’t even get it to turn on.” Phew!
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With the help of her nurse who has a way with electronics, she managed to get the Doppler working and quickly found Baby Champuru’s strong heartbeat. “The baby is just fine!” she announced and switched off the monitor.

The doc did an internal check, reviewed my ultrasound results from the specialist, and determined that the bleeding was most likely caused by the placental sac of an embryo that began to form but didn’t make it. (This is the anomaly that they found in my ultrasound that had caused some concern initially.) It was degenerating and was now being expelled. She said that this was actually good news since it’s better for it to be expelled than to back up and “bother” the current pregnancy. Yes, please don’t bother Baby Champuru.

She also reported that the results from my integrated blood screen were excellent. “Baby got an A+ on this test!” doc said. That also means that I don’t need to do an amniocentesis. Thank God!

So, good news all around. Also, doc scheduled me for another ultrasound with the specialist to follow up, which means more pictures of Baby Champuru in a few weeks.

This whole episode made me realize how fragile and precious this pregnancy is. It truly is a gift and a blessing, one that I will not take for granted.

This is how the conversation probably went:

Costco Employee: “Hello dis Costco, I can help you?”
Customer: “I would like to order a cake for a going away party this week.”
Costco Employee: “Wot you like on da cake?”
Customer: “‘Best Wishes Suzanne’” and underneath that, ‘we will miss you.’“