Recently my mom and I went on a shopping spree (and I mean careless, free-wheeling, driven by cuteness spree) with my cousin and aunt at a nearby shopping mall. Here are but a quarter of our total loot that day:
3 packs of 5 onesies, 5 more jumpsuits, 3 sets of onesies matched with booties and beanie hats, and so on all the way until 8 months old, and a few more baby stuff here and there later, my luggage is bursting out of its seams with more than 20 kilos. I don't doubt for a moment that the frozen fish and meat longganisa contributed to the weight, but we have to know and hold on to the non-negotiable essentials.
In fact, I felt like the whole universe is conspiring to give me what I want (something I learned from reading The Alchemist by Paolo Coehlo). My friends, cousins, and relatives were all in the same conspiracy, giving me endless gifts and support of all kinds.
Having shopped for all these cute stuff made me really excited and as bad as this may sound, gave me some solid validation that we are indeed having a baby! (I know, kind of delayed reaction since I am on my 3rd trimester already) It feels SO REAL now! In fact, the more I bought, the more I got excited. And I could tell my mom was feeling the same way, too. So I told my husband, how shopping for baby O's clothes make me feel, and that logically, the more I shopped, the more real he would be to me. After a lengthy explanation of my thoughts , and emotions focusing on the sheer excitement of it all that lasted about 5 minutes over Skype, his reply was short, simple, and to the point, "That's good, hun, but let's not get carried away." And that was that.
My husband is a champion with one-liners. Here's another one: when I mentioned to him that my feet were really swollen, and reminded me of Big Foot, he replied, "I hope it's not hairy". And, again, that was that.
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