on tuesday night, as i was washing up for bed,
my husband looked at me and said

"you know after this whole pregnancy thing, i expect you to be 110 pounds, right?"

and so i stabbed him with a knife repeatedly until he finally stopped breathing and dropped dead.
















......just kidding.

i'm pretty sure he was just joking (he'll be so embarrassed and frightened of all womankind that i posted about it), and i couldn't care less if he wasn't.

i just responded

me: "HAHA. 110????? not even 120???"

blee: "YURI was 110"

you guys, he was talking about SUNG YURI from fin.k.l. fine killing liberty. lol. his dream girl from the late 90's.

anyway, i told him "YURI IS AN EFFING LIAR. SHE IS NOT 110 pounds. THAT'S HER STAGE WEIGHT."

guys are so out of touch with reality.
i am 5'7", and the last time i was 110 pounds was in 2010,  when i literally walked 5 miles a day and  had bones sticking out of my chest lol.

i acted like i was really hurt and offended by his words, and hopped in the shower. i think he was really worried that i took his comment seriously because he stood outside the shower stall with his hands behind his back and kept repeating over and over again "you know i really really love you a lot, right?" which is something that i've never heard him say in our 5 years together. lololol
but like i said. i couldn't care less about what he thinks. besides, he is not exactly hot sh*t either. haha.


so anyway. BRO, if you're reading this. LET ME WORK ON GETTING BACK TO AT LEAST 130,  FIRST. OKAY? geez.

i haven't blogged in a while because nothing eventful has been going on. nothing eventful. JUST STRESSFUL. lol.

so much stress prepping for the new addition, trying to find a place to move to, all the while trying to please everyone...
last week, i found 8 white hairs! oi vey. i cried a little because it was my first time ever getting white hairs. thought i had 'til my 40s, but i guess it decided to start now.

in addition to that, most of this busy stressful not fun stuff has been taking place on the weekends, so weekends have not been a relief to my weeks.

i guess thankfully, blee has been a good sport (for the most part), and although he contributes to most of the stress i have sometimes, he has been making an effort and coming home early from work on week nights to take me to the dine-in theatre, or just dine-in anywhere, and has made it a strange habit to surprise me with flowers every saturday morning! (there's a farmers market 3 minutes away from where we live.)

the only other thing that has ironically been keeping me sane, is planning for some special events going on in other people's lives. showers on showers on showers. haha. way to be productive in my own life, right?

so  i will soon have lots of fun stuff to update you guys (aka amenda) on:

our babymoon :)  we are going glamping in idyllwild! i know, right? blee really wanted to fly and vacation somewhere tropical, but i am just not feeling it. plus, i decided if anyone is going to have a rude awakening when baby gets here, it's going to be ASH-- so she totally deserves a babymoon.

my best friend's bridal shower

my other best friend's baby shower

my best friend's wedding... that i get to be a bridesmaid in!! all 200 pounds of me. haha.

you guys must be thinking i'm one of those shallow people who calls every girlfriend their bestie, but i'm not! i have like 5. for now. lol.




anyhow, i don't know if i'm considered "big" for 6 months, but i definitely have become a lot bigger than before. strangers are now feeling comfortable and confident enough to ask me when i'm due. haha.
so before i end this super boring pointless post, i want to share some tmi tidbits of pregnancy i have learned through mine, that i did not know before.

- you have to be careful when you do the following things: cough, sneeze, choke, or throw up. because no matter how empty you think your bladder is, there is still some left.

- say goodbye to your cute belly button. no matter how perfect it was before, it will start to morph until it becomes unrecognizable.

- later in your pregnancy, when the belly starts to really stick out even up high, there will be no space between your stomach and your boobs. if you're lucky enough to be at this stage of pregnancy  during the summertime, you will get to experience a new phenomenon called "sweaty underboobs."

SO FUN! until next time :)

i know it's not good,

but every doctor's appointment,
i go in expecting the worst.
i walk into the ultrasound room expecting the specialist to tell me the baby has not grown since the last time, that there is no longer a heartbeat, or something of that sort.
morbid. i know.
this time was the worst because of that gas stove incident, and because of that time in colorado i took DOUBLE the dosage of fioricet, (migraine prescription) TWICE in ONE DAY.

but by the grace of God, every time i go in, i get to see how much our spawn has grown and how healthy he is, and my heart swells with joy and anticipation.
i start to imagine all the good times i will have with my boy, all the special father-son moments i will see him share with his daddy, the best buddy relationship he will have with his fur sister ash... :)
can you tell i'm totally over the fact that we aren't having a daughter?

anyhow, this past monday my husband and i both went to the doc's appt. he finally took a half-day since it was a fun checkup- 3D ultrasound at all, but noma was NOT a team player.
the ultrasound tech struggled and had me move around in all different positions, but ultimately he would not budge, making it impossible to get a view of his face. our little exhibitionist went to all lengths to hide his face but was not so shy about what's between his legs. bro, we already know you're a boy! calm down.

blee was quiet throughout the whole appointment. i was so curious to know what was going on inside his mind. often times he says he feels like a sports fan. he isn't able to contribute much, but just cheers from the sidelines.
so all in all, i think he was just amazed at the fact that baby was real. the other day he told me he felt like there really is no baby inside of me; that i was just messing with him as an excuse to get fatter and fatter... so nice.
but this time he got to see that there was actually a fetus in there, and the little guy has a brain, he has kidneys, he has four chambers in his heart...
i think he mostly enjoyed coming along with me, except for when he got a little upset that the baby's torso looked so long. mom genes. (baby eventually stretched out his long legs so daddy could rest at ease. lol.)

my ob told us later that the baby is measuring a little small in all areas... 20th and 30th percentile.. she mentioned that this would be good for me, since having a big baby is a bit harder during labor.
then she proceeded to tell me that his head was measuring in the 94th percentile! uh...what?

sigh, as long as he is healthy i guess...

today i went to my mom's house and she gave me "volume 1" of my baby albums. (there are 8 of them. brian has 1 album of his entire childhood that is only half full. lol. only child vs. youngest child.)
i looked through it with much more interest this time than other times, and read through all of the notes my mom had written down. not much was surprising. not much had changed. i was an easygoing baby that occasionally suffered from constipation here and there.

anyhow, growing up i pretty much thought i had been cute as a baby because my dad TO THIS DAY says he has yet to see a baby that is as a pretty as i was. i realized today he is truly my father and blinded by love.

gordita han at 3 months old.

definitely wins pretty baby contest, right? 

i am so curious whether noma will come out looking like me or like blee.
two things are for sure. 1. there will be rolls. and 2. no one will ever mistake him for a girl. haha

baby blee holdin' it down in cerritos, queen B j at 100 days old in seoul

rolls on rolls on rolls

dad and dad? jk. mom on the right. 

morphed noma. :)