I talked to my sister the other day.  She said that their pet puppy was very ill, they had to get the puppy to the vet and had him confined there.  I don't know yet how the puppy is doing.  Last I heard, it/he has a very high fever.  He was shivering (convulsing?) every four hours until the early hours in the morning.  My sister rushed the puppy to the vet at around 7AM - there's no "emergency" hospital for pets where they are located.  I hope he survived.

I don't think I can hold up hearing another death in the "family"... though it may be a pet, and I have not personally seen the dog, I'm somewhat emotionally attached to them since they were born a few days (or a week?) before my Nana passed away - that was a little over 3 months ago.

It all happened fast.
I "took" misoprostol at 5:30PM yesterday.  At 6:30PM, I started cramping.  At 7:40PM, I started bleeding.  Around 8PM, bleeding becomes heavy with few clots/tissue - soaked the pad in 1 hour.  Fell asleep at around 11PM, but at around 1:15AM, I woke up with more cramping and with medium to heavy bleeding with clots/tissue coming out.  Finally, at 4AM I expelled a big lump of tissue.  After that, the cramping stopped.
Throughout, the cramping was tolerable, at some point doing the breathing technique was needed.  The only thing I suffered from is the effect of vicodin.  From 1AM to 5:30AM, I felt the room is spinning and at one point I threw up - very uncomfortable.  I didn't realize that vicodin has narcotic in it, until I read the literature after.  Same thing happened to me when I gave birth last August when I had narcotic.  So, I mentally noted down - No narcotics for me.

It was like giving birth again, and my mom said it was - just so happens it's still really very tiny.

I was told the following to help comfort me, and I've also said this to comfort and give hope to another friend, but it is true "When God closes a door, He opens a window".  We got news that Keith's heart is doing very well - he had an EKG June 24, and though it's not fully healed, it has progressed and he is doing very good.  His doctor is pleased.  Praise God for that.

I've known for a long time that life is not fair, we can only make the most of what's given to us.  We can plan all we can, hope all we can, and build dreams but some times things happen and some times things are not meant to be.

Well, another heartbreak.  I was 8weeks pregnant.  I was planning on announcing the pregnancy for the rest of my friends and acquaintance when I reach 12th week or 13th week.  But I guess, I won't need to do that.  We lost our little one again.

My hCG levels (hormones) are dropping now from 81,000 in 07/01 to 69,000 yesterday 07/03.  I'm expecting to start bleeding sometime between today and Tuesday when my body tries to expell the pregnancy tissue.  If that didn't happen, my OB will probably schedule d&c sometime next week.

Another angel in heaven.  God must love us so much, He has two of our angels with Him already.  I hope He'll give us one or two here on earth.

We watched Manny Pacquaio's fight last night with David Diaz, friends came over to the house to watch it with us.  It was a great fight.   By 4th round, Keith was predicting, the fight will be over by 7th, but Diaz was tough.  He earned respect of a lot of people for staying in the fight despite the bloodied face (he has a big gash above his right eye, a gash above his right ear, on his nose.  He his left brows are swollen, there's blood under his left eye, and his right cheek is starting to swell).  The fight ended in the 9th round with a knock-out (K.O.)

The victory feels good, but it is different than the Morales fight.  Diaz is a "good ol' boy" (as Keith puts it) so it's hard to dislike him - and he has already earned our respect that it is really difficult to "gloat" :D

It was a great fight.  At one point we were worried that PacMan might get too confident and get laxed in protecting himself that Diaz might slip a big one on him, and end in K.O.  favoring Diaz.  You can see the Manny Pacquiao would have liked to stop the fight because he's concerned about Diaz's injury - he's really bleeding bad.  It was a great ending - with Diaz feeling that he was beaten fair and square, and with Pacquiao ceoncern about Diaz, and very thankful to God of the "blessing" given to him.

I talked to my dad and he said though he is cheering for Pacquiao, he couldn't continue watching because he commiserates with Diaz.

of worrying.

I guess I have too much time in my hands.  I need to have a project so I'm focused on that rather than thinking about little things.

Well, something very significant is about to happen.  I'm excited about it, and people at work are excited too.  It's years in the making.. or waiting...  I'll be able to vote in November.   Tell you more when it's done so nobody jinxes it :D

There are fears I need to overcome, and I need to trust that everything will be alright. We've only told a few people we know (and a lot of people who don't know us personally hehehe).

I claim this gift, Lord, and allay my fears.

what's happening with some "men" today - yeah, in quotes, because they are acting like boys. I was in a Vietnamese restaurant today to get lunch, to go. They only have one chair for people who want to get their food to go. There's this guy, waiting for his to go order, sitting in the chair. Well, I get my order taken, and stood beside him. Nothing. It's not as if it's difficult to see the next person. One day when I was there and was sitting on that chair reading a magazine, I heard someone came in, gave her order and stood by me. Seeing she's pregnant, I gladly gave her my seat - I've been there, I know how heavy it can get, specially getting closer to the 40th week.

This boy, needs a smack in the head. I'd like to get his mother's phone number, call her up and give her a talking to for raising a child like that.

Although, to give him the benefit of the doubt, he probably thought I'm a wittle girl , or maybe he needs to sit because he's trying to hold a poop. Though I don't need the chair, I'm just hoping that I'm just an exception and he does give his seat to other female as well as the elderlies. I hope respect and consideration and thoughtfulness has not died yet.

At my mom's house, (even now), when my youngest sister's friends and neighbor's kids are there, they have to behave well. They are not to curse, say sir or ma'am (or the equivalent), and still say excuse me, and all that. Their parents are pleased to acknowledge the change in their child's behavior the longer they hang out at my mom's. My nephew (cousin's son) who stays there during school break has learned to make a habit of washing/taking a bath/shower and brushing his teeth, and praying before bed.

I wish and pray that I'll be able to accomplish that when I have (living) children of my own.