It's been a long while since I've last written on this journal, so I apologize to myself. I've learned that if you let something go for a while, then it will start letting go of you. Jo and I have been going to various family events where there are a LOT of kiddies running around. JO's sister-in-law just had her baby shower, and of course, there were was the regular fare of games for the women, food for all, and the children ran around, scraped a couple of knees and bumped a couple of heads. Makes me want to have a kid of my own. I don't really know how much of a father I would be, but knowing how much love I give my nieces and nephews, I think I will do ok.
My older brother and his wife had a tough time conceiving their baby. She had gotten pregnant about 2 years ago, but miscarried the child due to the fact that it was an ectopic pregnancy. NOt only dis she have this against her, she was diagnosed as having fibroids within and around her uterus. She underwent a major surgery to remove the fibroids, which was successful, but considerably weakened the lining of her uterus. As a result, her doctor required her to not get pregnant for one year, in order for her uterus to regain its strength. Once the year was up, my brother and his wife started to try to make a baby. After a five months or so, they went ot see a fertility specialist. The specialist laughed in their faces and told them to continue for another five months. AFter nearly a year of no success, they considered adopting a baby from the Philippines. They returned to the homeland with the desire to arrange an adoption with one of our relatives. Unfortunately, the relative's father died suddenly in the states, and she could not oversee the adoption. They decided to not push the issue with her at that difficult moment, and returned to the states. With the pressure of conceiving gone, and the prospect of doing the nasty....JUST to DO the nasty (trust me, any type of sexual notion mentioned with my brother makes me want to vomit) for fun there, they made love. Lo and behold, they were pregnant. I guess God has a plan for everyone. They were sweatin' it for a while there, but their patience wore off.
Stories like these make me appreciate how special our lives are and the people we share them with. Their baby is now 9 months old and is the sweetest little baby girl in the entire world. Usually, a proud Ninong will proclaim this of their godchild out of obligation, or the sheer love they have in their heart. I proclaim this after spending some time with this kid......she is the SWEETEST baby in the world. Not only will she do the traiditional pilipino kiddie tricks such as "beautiful eyes" or "clap your hands", she will also bend her upper body downwards to the direction of "pose!" as if she were a supermodel in a photo shoot! She will hang out with any adult without complaint, even the old, stinky, rough-handling ones that squeeze your cheeks so hard that they nearly fall off your face. She's the epitome of the "low maintenance baby". Quite the oxymoron, isn't it? Her face is half cheeks, half everything else. And she does the cutest things with her little tongue, like sticking it out constantly, or playing around by smacking her lips or moving her tongue around.
I think it's time that me and Jo had a kid. If I'm lucky, it will get Joanne's good looks, and my charm (ha!), and it's Lolas and Lolos will spoil the thing rotten. ALright, here are some names we've gone contemplated over the years....
Jonah
Josephine
Jack
Jamie
Jah Love
and of course Shenene or Laquita.
My older brother and his wife had a tough time conceiving their baby. She had gotten pregnant about 2 years ago, but miscarried the child due to the fact that it was an ectopic pregnancy. NOt only dis she have this against her, she was diagnosed as having fibroids within and around her uterus. She underwent a major surgery to remove the fibroids, which was successful, but considerably weakened the lining of her uterus. As a result, her doctor required her to not get pregnant for one year, in order for her uterus to regain its strength. Once the year was up, my brother and his wife started to try to make a baby. After a five months or so, they went ot see a fertility specialist. The specialist laughed in their faces and told them to continue for another five months. AFter nearly a year of no success, they considered adopting a baby from the Philippines. They returned to the homeland with the desire to arrange an adoption with one of our relatives. Unfortunately, the relative's father died suddenly in the states, and she could not oversee the adoption. They decided to not push the issue with her at that difficult moment, and returned to the states. With the pressure of conceiving gone, and the prospect of doing the nasty....JUST to DO the nasty (trust me, any type of sexual notion mentioned with my brother makes me want to vomit) for fun there, they made love. Lo and behold, they were pregnant. I guess God has a plan for everyone. They were sweatin' it for a while there, but their patience wore off.
Stories like these make me appreciate how special our lives are and the people we share them with. Their baby is now 9 months old and is the sweetest little baby girl in the entire world. Usually, a proud Ninong will proclaim this of their godchild out of obligation, or the sheer love they have in their heart. I proclaim this after spending some time with this kid......she is the SWEETEST baby in the world. Not only will she do the traiditional pilipino kiddie tricks such as "beautiful eyes" or "clap your hands", she will also bend her upper body downwards to the direction of "pose!" as if she were a supermodel in a photo shoot! She will hang out with any adult without complaint, even the old, stinky, rough-handling ones that squeeze your cheeks so hard that they nearly fall off your face. She's the epitome of the "low maintenance baby". Quite the oxymoron, isn't it? Her face is half cheeks, half everything else. And she does the cutest things with her little tongue, like sticking it out constantly, or playing around by smacking her lips or moving her tongue around.
I think it's time that me and Jo had a kid. If I'm lucky, it will get Joanne's good looks, and my charm (ha!), and it's Lolas and Lolos will spoil the thing rotten. ALright, here are some names we've gone contemplated over the years....
Jonah
Josephine
Jack
Jamie
Jah Love
and of course Shenene or Laquita.
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