Metamorphosing.

Well, there goes the change of my blog title from mundane to “more decent”. I coined the term to clearly give-away my present-day status to the “non-thinking populace who prefer to be spoon-fed with everything”.

So, the answer….a resounding YES.

I am. 4 months heavy and trying my damn best to be clean, healthy and responsible. To tell you honestly, it’s not all “glory”. Let me tell you how it feels to be “infanticipating’. I can’t assure you that the adjectives are accurate, this is just the closest I can get. (if I succeed in describing the whole sojourn, that would only mean all the human norms have been changed and all immoral have suddenly become moral now.)

1. It’s like keeping (or I think a better term is “swallowing” ) a tamagochi and constantly reminding yourself do not ever, ever plug the batteries out of the gadget because it will die. One miss, and you’re an instant homicide.
2. It’s like keeping a glass of water by your every possible time and keeping it full—not because you’re not drinking it but because you have to refill it everytime.
3. It’s like going to a fiesta and piggy-eating everything you can because—hey, you’re eating for two now! Well, just make sure you don’t touch that lechon kawali, kare-kare, crispy pata, bulalo and oh, no second rounds of soda and the leche flan. These can be better than sex in an isolated beach with amenities, they are also “too harmful to meet indulgence’s way”.
4. It’s like creating a totally glamorous bonding moments with the toilet bowl. This has suddenly become your throne, your nirvana, your saving grace.
5. It’s like a total make-over—FOR YOUR WHOLE WARDROBE, that is! Nothing seems to fit anymore. If you wear a belt, you would look like the number 8. If you wear something too tight, you’d look like Paris Hilton without the money. And if you wear baggy items, you’d be Pong Pagong after being fired in Batibot because of drug abuse. Poor me.
6. It’s nothing I have ever experienced in my entire life. Not a soul told me about this.

But the best part is, I am not me anymore. This may sound more on the pessimistic side, but I am embracing the new me. It’s like keeping a tamagochi and waiting for it to hatch and hug and kiss you back. It’s like a glass of water—always full and refreshing. It’s like eating veggies and fruits everytime they make a premonition at the platter—because my baby will benefit from them. It’s like the frequent trips to the bathroom—it’s comforting. It’s like wearing a totally different outfit—you’re clothing two individuals now. And lastly, it’s nothing I have experienced before, and no wonder nobody tells me about it.

It’s because, I have to experience the whole thing myself—it’s magic and all the “unspoken” love that empowers it.

I am having a baby. Isn't that something?