A couple of weeks ago, I got an SMS inviting me for an event in Timog. Wow, as in Timog in Quezon City. If you live in the south, Timog is far, far north. Haha! The text said that it is for a product launch and Ellen Adarna will be there. I asked right away if I can bring my husband with me. He's quite fond of the Adarna, you see. Who isn't?! I super like her pretty face, too! I also asked if I can bring with me Jeff's bestfriend, Jino, because you know... Haha!

So the four of us went on an 'out of town' trip -- me, Jeff, Jino, and Bea.

Grabbed from Nutririte's official Instagram account.

It's been five months since my maternity shoot. Taglet is now four-months-old and I am posting this just now. Because life happened and I wasn't able to write a lot. Haha!

Anyway, this was shot by my good friend and Taglet's ninang, Ria Bantugan of Graceworks Photography. Another friend, Mek Loo, did my amazing day make up.

Looking at these pictures, I never thought that I was that big. Like really, really big! My stomach was huuuuge! And my nose? Humungous! Why did I do this? Simple. I wanted to love my body while it is so big and full of stretch marks because I am carrying a wonderful gift inside me. I sometimes rub my belly and miss the big bulge that I carry around. But don't get me wrong, I love every single day spent with my son. This was shot in The Columns Legaspi Village where we stayed for a while during my pregnancy.

Anyway, here are some of the photos! If you want to get any of Ria or Mek's service, you can contact them through their pages.

This is long overdue. I planned to write about this, but I can't seem to find the words to describe how I felt that night. It was the scariest night of my life.

It was the 23rd of November and we were out for dinner with Jeff's family because it's my mother-in-law's birthday. Taglet was a bit cranky, but knowing that he's a baby and baby and cranky almost has the same meaning, we didn't mind. Taglet was crankier than the usual. I thought it was just another bout of colic or he's just having a growth spurt because all he wanted to do was nurse all day. He never wanted to let go of my boob. He feeds like he's always hungry.

We went home earlier that everyone else. Taglet was crying in the car, so I told Jeff I feel like there's something wrong with him, or maybe he's feeling sick. When we got home, I changed his clothes, we washed up, and did our routine baby talk/chismisan before going to bed. Taglet was smiling and laughing and making all sorts of adorable baby noise while we wait for Jeff to return from the bathroom. And that's when the horror happened..

Jeff watching Taglet sleep while we were at the restaurant.

I came from a very business oriented family. My parents taught us that having a business is better than working for someone else. But in today's standards, just knowing how to run a physical business is not enough. Social media is the way to go, and if you don't market your business online, you may be missing on a lot of things.

I am not OC. Well, I am just particular about some things being in order, but I am not OC about everything. But when it comes to my son's milk, I am very, very OC. You can't blame me or any mother out there for storing our milk in a very orderly manner.

Before I share how I store my breastmilk, let me first share with you this guideline from Medela.

Photo from http://www.medelabreastfeedingus.com/