Pass the vino

Where's the comments and the wish lists?

haven't heard from too many people.
I'm running out of ideas. Plus my back hurts. If it's not one thing that hurts it's something else. At least there is another family member that shares my pain. Someone with whom I can share stories with. This year has been a Vitamin-A cream free year! Woo HOO! Lou should give warnings on these samples he gives me.

Ok other than that.

Tresa has been busy, in between taking naps and watching tv, organizing another wine tour. Not a wino tour, you know of downtown toronto of all the famous drunken pan-handlers and beggars, but a
wine tour of 3 wineries in Vineland (it's not Wineland with a german accent) and Niagara-on-the-lake. Not actually in or on the lake but on land. And lunch. No sausage and saurkraut and corn relish, but Inn-on-the-twenty restaurant. Tresa and I have been there more than once and it's very good. Or for Bob, Inn-on-the-fifty or Pip-tee.

There's also a luxury bus ride. Luxury for the filipinos is a station-wagon with vinyl seats. So this is like for the ultra rich. No, this is way better than a yellow school bus. This bus is in the elite league with the chinese and korean shuttles to Casino Rama or Niagara Casino. Not sure if it has the same korean characters painted on it, or if we have to share the bus with them, or they pick us up.

But unfortunately there's no rice cooker on this bus. Sorry Lucy. If you want to bring one, I think it's okay. And the electric skillet, ya sure, bring that along too. But make sure Lou bathes. Cause there's no lavatory on this bus, I think.

The bus picks up people from Princess Margaret and Burlington somewhere. Just look for the group of shivering drunks on the side of the highway. With the sign "Pick us up, were cold!"


Hey this is good stuff man. Maybe I'll post this. Oh ya. This is isn't free. Just in case you were thinking of hopping on to the bandwagon here. It's right now 85.00. That's canadian dollars. Not Pesos.

And Tresa can't drink so someone bring a bottle so we can pour the extra into it and save it for our Christmas deeee-ner.

Grocery gopher

Grocery shopping is a little different nowadays. Tresa would sniff something and we skip that item. I don't think she even went into the meat section at all. I went and bought some chicken to cook for dinner. Turkey and chicken meat seemed to offend Tresa the least. We've been eating a lot of pizza lately. Not sure when it started or why that is. But it's something that Tresa finds comfort eating. Comfort food, you know like Nibs, twizzlers, what else, oh ya, Butterfingers, chocolate covered almonds, stuff like that.

The odd thing was we were in the fruits and veggies section of the No-Frills near our house and she got a bag of mixed salad. I'm thinking. We have a ton of lettuce in our backyard. Why did she buy this bag? She said she saw the grated carrots and had to have it.

Do you ever get into a grocery lineup and wait and it's moving pretty quickly, then there's a holdup because of some person requires a price check on an item or the paper ran out. And you look to see who they are and you think. The other checkout lines is moving we could've been in that line and be on our way home by now. DAMN YOU for wasting my life away in this god forsaken queue.

Just an FYI that person causing the delay is us. We have a habit of lining up and then realizing we had forgotten something, that's when we do the "Price check on #7" delay. Usually I get told to "Hold On" and I look at the clerk with a glazed look in my eyes, because it's better than looking around and having people shoot laser beams from their eyes at me. Tresa seems to wear clothes made of lead, cause she's immune to it. So in this case, I did the running and looking for the packs of gum or popsicles or whatever we forgot.

I headed to the gum isle and I looked and looked, the isle was ransacked. I sort of felt like I was Indian Jones looking for eye of Annubis. Nothing, I thought. It's got to be here. I know it. Then I found one! I brought back fire cinnamon flavour, thinking doubtfully she's not going to want this. She looked at it. She didn't even need to sniff it. It was wrapped in plastic and sealed. No air can escape. No smell, nothing. How can she know she won't like it.? I came back to the checkout 2 or 3 times because the flavour of gum I brought back would make her gag. There was no more. I had nothing. I felt like a failure. I was on a mission and I HAD FAILED to GET GUM. Oh well.

She said she'd get the gum tomorrow.

But we did manage to get some Halloween candy and bananas, no more apples still have 5-1/4 bags of courtland, golden delicious...what else, mutsu. I don't know anymore apples are apples. I haven't seen the Nibs package open yet. Good sign. The waiting game is on. One of us will cave in. I just don't know if it'll be me, Tresa or the kid's cravings.

Wishing upon a suka star

Ya, no more anonymous comments. I couldn't write about anything else except the heckling.
But I'm still encouraging people to write and post comments. And remember to keep it clean! The kids look at this blogsite too.

This site is rated a 'G' for general or 'F' for family or is that 'P' for pam-ily for those Taglish folks.

The season is almost upon us and we should all be in GRRRREAT spirits from all this blogging and laughing. So here's the beginnings of a new list for this Christmas.

It's been updated and I think I've removed all of the 2003 wishes. So here you go everyone, just like I promised.
Not everyone is on there, and if you want to be added send me an email. Or if you can think of something that someone wants, let me know. I can't think of everything! Or if you just want to speak up. Post a comment man. Don't think, just type.

2004 Christmas Wish List

Hecklers' Revealed! I've been PUNK'D!

Good one! HAHA...too funny. Give yourself a pat on the back.
Here's the email from them:

ray, we're a team, so let us in. do you know what team we're on? we're on the sukaboy heckling team. all those anonymous posts...well i guess they aren't anonymous anymore. we wrote them all. including the ones you thought were from fran and jen. pretty clever eh? too bad we had to reveal ourselves so soon. we were having so much fun. so no need to freak out. you'll have plenty to freak out about once you have a newborn.

we just wanted to share our parental love and drive you crazy while doing so.

love

chris & teen

AKA - The sukaboy hecklers

Who's who?

I'm starting to get a little freaked out cause I don't know who's commenting. Some of the comments I can tell who it is. But there's some comments that I can't figure out. And you never know who someone is. It could be some wacko. And something that starts out with very good intentions may lead to something dangerous. So I may shutdown this blog.

So you guys may not hear from me for a while.

Over and out.


Con't from last night....
Okay. this heckler has been revealed.
Does everyone know who these wackos are?

There's no 'I' in Team

Well back to the parenting thing. Things are going pretty good so far. I think that one thing that we can say is that you have to be a team. We're not experts and we've had our trials and tribulations before we found out that we're expecting. There's lots of pressure from all sorts of sources and there were many disappointments. From talking with friends, what we found was that this was the norm.

The TSN turning point for us was an adjustment in our own attitude and behaviour. We found that through the whole process we supported each other more and more. Mostly it was just me knowing what Tresa was going through and knowing that she was going through quite a bit. I won't go through all the gorry details, but there were lots of blood samples and lots of tests. Both her and myself. But mostly her. I can recall many mornings of getting Tresa to work before 6am so that she could make up time while she was at the clinic. So the effort of waking up was relatively easy in comparison. You know after a while of getting up that early it became easier. Some days were tougher than others. But complaining was not an option. And the drugs were much tougher to take than you'd think. This went on for months, so this has given me a new respect for Tresa.

What I wanted her to know was that she wasn't going to be alone in this, eventhough most of the work was being in done on her and that if things don't work out, she wasn't a failure. There was no failure in this. And there were other avenues that we'd have a child. Adoption was one of our options. And we had checked what was involved and the costs. And they were quite high, costing anywhere from 15,000 to 25,000 CAD. It depends on the origin on the babies. Adoption agencies have been cropping up everywhere to meet the demands of couples unable to conceive. And you have to be careful become some places aren't legit. But this was something we had considered seriously and may even still consider in the future. We've even spoken with people who have adopted and they say that the experience was the best. In the end, it doesn't matter. A baby is a baby.

It can be a frustrating situation, if left unchecked and not communicated. But we became closer and just started having fun again. This didn't happen overnight, but we eventually realized what is important. So I think once we reached this state in our lives together, that's when we got the good news.

Poster Boy

Okay, this posting thing has gone out of wack. I took off the anonymous option for posting cause no one signed their name. I put it back in because, I realize now that people just want to comment and get heard, but not take any accountability. That's okay, being heard is the first step towards --- FREEDOM! Well, not really freedom, but communication and it's good we have a forum to 'speak' on.

Now did I write that grammatically correct? JEN, I know that's YOU!

A quote from Teen: "I'm going to BEAT you UP!"

Just kidding. Have fun. Let's get all of our intro-verted relatives out of the dark confines of their domiciles and into the LIGHT. The light is good. Look to the light.

Then hit "publish".

Sign your name after an Anonymous Comment

what do I have to do ETCH it into your foreheads?

after you write a comment, DON'T hit the publish button until
you write your name below the comment.

What's wrong with you techno-iliterate people?

Here's an example:

---

I am going to post a comment on what I did today.

• did I clean the house? no.


• did I do the laundry? no.


• did I watch TV? YES!

luv Teen

---

There DONE! Now you can hit "Publish Post"

Now give yourself a boot to the head and burn that highschool diploma if you got one and didn't forge it.

the SukaBoy Post

Anyone there? Hello? Hello?

I get very few comments on my blogsite although I know people are reading. I like comments. It provides fuel for the fire. It gives me stuff to write about.

So click on comments link. For all my family members out there not versed in any sort of technology except the telephone or the tv remote or whether the light in the fridge stays on. Follow the steps below:

1) Move your mouse cursor over the "comments" link at the end of each blog and click the left button. If you're on a Mac, clickthe only button on the mouse.

2) Then the blog will come up and then there'll be a "post a comment" link. And click that link.

3) If you don't have a blogger account, click the sign in anonymously link. For the Taglish folks only. That means. They don't know who you are. Like a spy. You know James Bond.

4) You'll then see an editor screen similar to an email composer screen. If you've never seen one. I'm at a loss for words, except bad words and with a baby on the way. Foul language is not an option.

5) Then type your comment, and sign your name if you signed in anonymously.

6) Spell check, cause Jen will comment.

7) Click "Publish your comment"

8) Then pat yourself on the back, because a grade 2 can do this.


Ray, Tresa and the baby thanks you for your time.

Sing-apore in the rain

We took our Singaporean friend for a Great Canadian (pronounced in Taglish: Can-nade-jun) outing. Apple picking. But with a twist. This is apple picking the Tresa way. Doesn't matter if it's 20 below, it's still above absolute zero. Molecules are still moving. Just slower. Well it was raining too and chilly.

We were on schedule when we left the house. Which meant we basically we left the house to go to Chudleigh's farm 5 minutes before we were supposed to meet them at the farm. I know for a fact I didn't marry a filipina. I checked her passport. And she has a nose. Filipinas don't have a nose. She has a Euro nose. Maybe it was plastic surgery. But she has no money. But she has scars on her knees. Maybe that's where they got the cartilige to make her nose bigger.

It was raining now when we were leaving the house. I said, maybe we should go home. She said, it's probably not raining over there at the farm. I've been married for two years now and I can read between the lines. Decoding it meant: Just do what I tell you and drive. You're going apple picking and love every minute. So I focused on that ding in my windshield, that I got 1 day after I replaced my windshield 5 years ago and it's in my direct line of vision, and drove onward to Chudleigh's.

We got there. It wasn't raining. But it was wet. And chilly. Good thing I brought gloves. My mini gloves that has a hole in one of the fingers. Better than nothing. Better than our Singaporean friends who come from a tropical climate that never goes below 30 deg Celsius. They were in for a treat! Wet, damp, chilly canadian weather. Ideal for apple picking. What fun. Yea. And I brought my new Diesel hat with the big 'D' on it. For DaDa, or Dummy depending on how what perspective you were looking at it. ie. If you're reading this from the confines of a nice warm location, then you know what I mean.

At least the farm wasn't crowded. But that meant less body heat. And I started picking. Picking like I had worked on a farm before as an immigrant that couldn't speak english. But then I thought, the more I picked, the more we pay and I have to eat and get sick of. So I stopped and looked at my wife to see how much she had picked. Last year we ended up with 6 full bags of apples. For 2 people. And one of them only likes vegetables. I'm not an animal. I'm a human. I like variety in my food. Not just different varieties of the the same thing. Macintosh, Delicious, Golden Delicious, Mutsu, Russet. All the same. APPLES! For so many weeks, it was apples morning, noon and night. They give me gas. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes I can't sleep. Most times Tresa can't sleep.

It was raining now. Like a drizzle. I said that maybe we should go. Being the thoughtful person that I am, I thought of our Singaporean friends cold and wet, and considered their well being. Of course I was the first one heading for cover from the rain. We were about 50m from shelter, but we hopped onto the tractor instead. I was slouched forward and I could see the water dripping from my hat. Tresa wanted our friends to experience everything. The tractor would take us all the way to the end of the row, in the rain. This is how we always do things. See as much as you can in the maximum allowable time, even if you have to run to catch your train, subway, boat or plane. It's the Amazing Race, every day of your life. Just imagine.

One thing Tresa forgot to mention, to our friends, once we were under the cover of the shop, was that you could pick the apples right from bins, for the same price, but you wouldn't gain the experience of picking your own apples, in the rain. PRICELESS!

I had only picked 2 bags of apples and they weren't even full, then looked down and counted 6 bags of apples. AGAIN! So many apples this year. For 2 people. Or 2 and a half.

Any resemblance?

Tresa said the baby looks like me. Same nose and big head. I said every baby's nose looks like mine. Cuz I have no nose. I have to wear glasses that have nose pads cause I have no bridge. I also have a round head. Just like most babies.

Say cheese!

Ultrasound @ 13 weeks 5 days

We had our first glimpse of our baby today. It was 4-1/2 hours of waiting rooms and sitting beside big smelly oafs. And I'm not talking about the pregnant mothers, I'm talking about their chiminey smoking husbands or boyfriends or whatever. They stink and reek of cigarette smoke. Gross.

Anyways, so far so good. 1 head, two hands and arms and 2 legs and feet.

Can't tell the sex yet, but that won't be until week 18-20.

Who wants to know the sex? I do, I do!

Tresa doesn't but I can always keep a secret.

Our ultrasound appointment was at 11:45 am. We were there for an hour before we went in. Actually Tresa went in first, then 15 mins later they called me. I thought they'd ask for a Mr. Kranjec. But they called my first name instead. Phew. Thought I'd miss this one. Then after we got the pic, which cost 10.00 bucks. So for every person that clicks and reads this blog, owes me a loonie. Just kidding, we got the photo on this heat activated paper that will eventually turn black in a few months for FREE. Woo hoo! They didn't have change for a 20.00. Time to buy a lottery ticket.

Then we waited for the Radiologist to do his/her report. And afterwards get the blood test. So there was more waiting. We waited another hour and we had another appointment to rush to in the pouring rain, so we scrapped the blood test until later.

We then headed to Mt. Sinai to see the counsellor. We were starving and I asked Tresa if she wanted a sandwich before we walked over. In the ground floor of the building across from Women's College Hospital there was a sandwich place. I frantically looked for a sandwich that wouldn't repulse Tresa. I asked for a BLT eventhough it wasn't on the menu. You never know unless you ask. Well, it wasn't on the menu, so they couldn't make it. Okay. So I asked for an egg-salad sandwich. With 5 people behind the counter you'd think they'd be quick about it. Well you're WRONG. Too slow. They pulled out the egg slicer cuz they had to make the egg salad. We said. No time. Okay sorry, we gotta go.

So then we passed by Ninie's work, but she wasn't there. But we only went by to drop off the apple picking tickets to Laura.

So we got to 700 University. How come you have to go down the steps then up the steps to get to the front entrance? Who the heck designed this frontage? This is what happens when you don't eat lunch. Everything SUCKS!

Got to the third floor and noticed the vending machine. We got registered for our hospital cards for Mt. Sinai. Then I asked. Is there time for me to get FOOD? They said I could get food for Tresa down in the concourse. So I rush to the elevator. I see LC and SC. Usually it's just C for concourse. Damit. I am getting dizzy and hit the SC. I get out and saw a lady with soup. Good I thought I must be in the right area. I see Earl's Food Court. Okay. Food. I do a quick scan of the area before I select a counter to get food. Hot sandwiches? No Tresa's been turning her nose up to meat. Gives her the gag reflex.

I see a sandwich counter. What to get. Egg salad again? I asked what's this? It was chicken. She said it was good. I'll put it on this bread, it's good too. Men like this bread, nice and thick. She said. I said it's for my wife. She then asked what kind of bread. I said that one is good. Thick and soft is good I thought. She asked what else I wanted. Tomatoes? No they turned Tresa's stomach. I told her my wife was pregnant and tomatoes were not agreeing with her. You know we have or had a whole garden full of tomatoes and lettuce and it turns her stomach upside down. YUK to her. Oh well. At least there were no string beans in our garden. It took me hours to take all the vines off the wire fence. And this is after running 30+ km. My legs were sore and I was tired. No beans this year. NO BEANS!

So I got lettuce and cucumbers.
Then I got tuna with lettuce and tomatoes and pickles. I was hungry and if I eat fish I don't have to share, since Tresa hates fish. Heh. I got the pickles on the side. Wasn't sure. Well she took one bite of the pickles and she didn't like it. Good. More for me.

We did the counselling. We met the OB and everything looked good. NT=2.1 very good. At first Tresa said NT is 2.1! I didn't know what that meant and wasn't sure how to react. So everything looks normal and positive. This OB said Tresa was right on track, her size was good. Woo hoo!

Then we went for the blood sample for genetic screening. I had to give one because I have Beta Thalassemia. I learned I was resistant to Malaria. Although I get tired and feel lethargic, on the bright side I don't have to worry so much about malaria. Which doesn't matter so much here in Canada.

Well we got there at 2:00pm and left at 4:30pm. Most of it waiting. I wanted to sleep.

We went to Chinatown to eat again, before we head to class. Wow, MSG. We went to Pho Hung, I got the pho and she got #19 with rice. Then we were stuffed. We walked over to GBC and it was good thing, helped digest the food. But I was tired. I needed to sleep.

Everything seems positive, which helped to reduce some of our anxiety. Or maybe it was just because we were hungry.

Lucky number 13

We're now in our 13th week. Tresa is starting to show - just a bit. And it really depends on what she wears. I took a photo of her, but I have been prohibited from posting the picture. The photo doesn't show her face or anything, just the belly. But I think I've been banned from posting any photos of her during these next 6 months. But there's a link below and you can see from other women who are at the 13th week, what they look like.

We were looking at some other photos of people in their first pregnancy for comparison and Tresa is fairly small. So I think she's happy about that. See: http://pregnancy.about.com
We have our ultrasound appointment tomorrow so we're excited. This is the for sure one. Once I get the picture, I'll post it up as soon as I get it.

So far only the immediate family knows, I was called Tita Puri, but I only got the answering machine. Her outgoing message sounds like she heard the beep that tells you to start recording and it caught her by surprise (pronounced in filipino: sur-price), but she maintained her composure, as always, by starting off "Oh. Hello we're not here right now..."

Word to the elders

Well we finally told Tresa's parents. It wasn't the response we were expecting. It will be Tresa's dad's birthday tomorrow and so we lumped in our surprise in his birthday card.

Here's how we did it. I bought a card for her dad's birthday. And Tresa as always, last minute, just before thanksgiving lunch was being served. Asked me what to write. I said, what day is it? She said, Sunday. I said it's his birthday. So write happy birthday. Then I thought...okay write this:

Happy birthday.


PS. we have another surprise for you but it won't be ready for another 6 months.

During our meal, I kept asking Tresa, when are you gonna do it? Just Do It! No Fear! This is the point of no return. No refunds or exchanges. Final sale.

So after lunch, in the middle of dessert. She went and got the card and made sure everyone was sitting. Her dad read it. And kept reading. I thought, how much did Tresa write after I left the room? It was a small card. Then he looked at Tresa and asked, Is it TRUE?

Then the rains came down. He handed the card to Mrs. Kranjec and then the dams burst. And he gave both of us a big headlock bear hug. Guess they were very happy to have another grandchild along the way. I just expected them to be happy. But this was icing on top of the cake and some tissue.

Tresa and I were talking and well they're retired, and it'll be good for them to have another small one while they're still pretty mobile. And I agreed. April will be here in no time.

tired of being tired

Tresa's doing okay, she's just tired. This has been a tough week for me too. Lots of things going on at work. Lots of change. Most times change is a good thing. I've been feeling really tired. Kinda scared that when the baby arrives. I'm screwed. If I'm tired now. I'm thinking I better get all the rest I can, cause I have no hope in hell of getting more rest in April. Oh God help me. Please.

I had met two of my co-workers from my team that are from California and Hawaii. Ya man...surfer boy. He's from a family of professional surfers. And he was the black sheep, the only one with a legit job. Two great guys. I'll look forward to working with them.

We met our doctor who'll be delivering our baby. Funny thing too. I ran into my sister on the way there and she asked me what I was doing and said that I was just going for a walk. Some people in our family know already. Most don't. I should just send a mass email and point them to this site. But I was hoping to have an ultrasound to show. But that won't happen for a few weeks. But we did hear the heart beat the other day. And it sounded amazing. I was just in awe that something so tiny and living is inside of Tresa. Really chokes me up. Actually scares me. Guess it's a female/mother thing to have something living inside. I think I had something living inside me, but I think it was a parasite. A tape worm...but no. That was just a dream. oooo-scary.

OB Gynie

Sounds like an old ritualistic chant. Ohhhh-beeeee guy-neeeee. Ohhhh-BEEE GUY-neee. Like I'm raising the dead or something. I see dead people. oooo-scary.

So today is when we meet the doctor that's going to be taking care of Tresa and our baby. I've been reading some books. I kinda stopped reading because 1) it's hard to read on my bike on the way to and from work and 2) it was scaring me. Lots of things in there that were stressing me out.

Don't take this, make sure you take this. No hot baths. Don't lift heavy objects. Work out and exercise.

I don't know what to do, cuz I did my duty. I produced Man! My boys worked.
Not sure if we do an ultra sound today or not.

Someone stole my name!

We were walking in the area yesterday. We walked from Glenlake and High Park Ave, down through High Park, down to Lakeshore, past Sunnyside Pool up Parkside, across Garden Ave to Roncessvalles, across Howard Park, back into High Park to Grenadier Cafe (for some fries and gravy that Tresa was craving for) and then back to the car at Glenlake and High Park ave.

It only took us about 2 hours or so.

I felt like we were on vacation.
This is what we do on our vacations - powerwalk...walk for miles and miles and miles, sometimes aimlessly. Go into every store looking for something in particular and coming out with nothing. Because it was the wrong colour, too small, chipped, too expensive, not sure there might be something better, wrong quantity. What else?

Well we were in the Roncessvales neighbourhood and this house this retired dentist was selling for over 600K a few years ago was now a spa. Sukha

http://www.sukhahealthspa.com/location.htm

Hey, the stole my name - I thought.

The place was huge. And eclectic.

This area is becoming much nicer and more quaint than the Bloor west. Mainly because the Bloor West Village was filling in with franchise restaurants and stores. The euros that made the village what it was were getting pushed out. The developers saw a trend and decided to make it their own - and it was bad.

No more Cheese Boutique, no more Future Bakery, no more Zsa Zsa's. In come the franchises. The money. The increase in taxes.

Too bad. Real Estate developers just see something good and can't leave well enough alone. They have to get their grubby money hungry hands into it and ruin it. Too bad.
Too bad for the locals.

10 weeks and counting...

We're not sure if it's 8 or 10. But the ultrasound is this tuesday. We're excited! Tresa's stomach is churning. Things make her wanna gag. Food wise anyways. We were at the St. Lawrence Market yesterday and instead of getting her usual chicken & eggplant sandwich from Mustachio's which by the way is really, really good! We went to a chinese vendor and bought 2 dishes. the 2 items with noodles or rice combo. I gotta say, it wasn't that good. They should make it the 3 item combo, noodles/rice, 2 items, and MSG.

Plus it was raining so everybody and their uncle was inside at the market. So finding a spot to eat was tuff. The day was not the best. It was FALL. Chilly and damp.

We bought Tresa's favourite food right now. Nectarines. She's usually a veggie monster but now she's got tons of cravings for fruit. Which is competition for me. I'm usually the fruit person. Not FRUIT.

wow, Aquaman can't go again!

This is a quote from Maritess vs. the Superfriends.

http://www.fractalcow.com/rex/index.html

It's done by a filipino comedian from California (or spelled phonetically cali-pornia).
If you're a landed filipino immigrant you'll find it funny. If you're an illegal filipino immigrant, it may go over your head. If you don't speak english or Taglish too well, you'll just see nice bright colours. ooooh-pretty.

Well we are now officially in October. And our 1st tri-mester ultra-sound is happening next Thurs Oct 5th. I'm excited, also kinda scared. I've been the youngest for so long. I'm not including nephews and neices cuz they don't have to share my bed. Even with Tresa, I'm younger. So now there'll be someone else to compete with in terms of attention. Ah that's okay I'll just go on the computer. And there's another bedroom too. My old bed. With the fake posturepedic mattress.

I've been reading about what's happening inside of Tresa's belly, and it's scary. Well scary cuz the book I'm reading is scaring the crap out of me. Don't do this, don't do that, take folic cuz it'll prevent birth defects, take zinc, don't diet, don't lift heavy objects, exercise, sleep. And the scariest things that I read. She'll gain 25-35 pounds and she won't have a desire for sex, with me. Wow. Scary. What do I do?

Tresa is now at 9 or 11 weeks. We're not sure.

This week was brutal. We had our most recent RIF (Reduction in Force). A lot of people that were my coworkers for the past 3+ years, are now gone. My original manager has been let go. Sun was kind, giving people 1 month for every year of service. Plus 2 weeks and I think vacation. In the beginning (3 years ago), the package was 1 month for every year of service, plus 2 months. So it was basically the same package.

So I'm still here at Sun. Still surviving. Trying to figure out where things are heading and maybe preparing myself for another move. It's a little different now that I'm married and have a kid on the way. But my overall focus on staying technical and gaining more experience - technical and leadership wise - is still the same. However, we're looking at other opportunities and exploring them.

We'll see how it goes.

On the bright side I went swimming today. Did only 8 lengths. But I came late and it's been well over a month since I went last.