Let's just start off and say I'm terrible at this blogging thing. I always re-vow I will post often about what's going on in my life, but then life happens and I always forget until months later to actually post again. Oh well.
In this post I will tell about my experience being pregnant in our most recent trip to the Philippines... in August-September. Yeah, it's been a while since I've been back. Don't judge, haha. I'll tell my experience based on what my forgetful mommy-brain can remember. I'll also try my best to make sense in this post, despite DisneyJr blaring in the background. But, hey, it's what's making me able to have the time and energy to even write this blog post.
Going to the Philippines 6 months pregnant with an almost 2 year old by myself- what an experience full of emotions! The flight there was definitely tiring, especially because Kayelee would only want to sleep on my lap on the plane. Talk about a sore (basically painfully numb) butt! Haha, but overall, she did well.
When we arrived at the Manila airport, we met up with Jonald's family and went home. Everyone was super excited to see Kayelee again, especially. It was cute to see them play with her again, but also saddened me to think how little Kayelee gets to see them. Kayelee was shy with them at first, and was very clingy to me. She didn't want his family to hold or get close to her, which is what Filipinos love to do with kids. I love that about Filipinos, though, they are so family focused and love the little kids! It took her a while to warm up, and in the meantime, she was throwing lack-of-sleep tantrums over every.single.thing. It was hard because normally I would let her do her tantrum thing, but his family has a hard time hearing her blare it out, so they would give in to whatever she wanted, which is the opposite of what I wanted to happen. I didn't want her to feel like she can get rewards by crying and screaming her head off. It was especially tough for her to be able to not have her blankie and pacifier as a comfort, even though she only used those at bedtime. Yeah, eventually to make peace with everyone, I just let her have it all the time while we were there. Ah, you gotta pick your battles wisely.
The next day, my little sister, Renee, flew in to Manila, and Jonald's family and I went to pick her up from the airport. It was fun to have her come and experience the Philippines with me. It reminded me of all the culture shock I felt the first time I went to the Philippines with Jonald, except this time, I was the one explaining things to her. She was great to try her best to adjust to the culture, and she learned to love it so much! Hahaha, but I remember her saying, "I don't think I've eaten so much rice in my life." She was really brave with all the different food there- even braver that me! She even tried balut (partially developed duck egg- yeah, it's what you're thinking...like a baby duck still in the egg that you eat...). I'm pretty open to most Pinoy foods, but balut is still on my no-no, not-ever-happening, never-entering-my-mouth list. Hahaha. But, well, good for her, though for being so brave! It was also fun to see her learn to get used to people staring at her all the time (for being so fair-skinned). Hehe.
A couple days later, the plans were to fly to Bacolod to stay with my friends Crystal and Fidel, along with their two ADORABLE little girls. Wellllll, that turned out into quite the adventure- to say the least! I'll explain in the next post... (Part 2)
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