Eggy's 2nd party

on saturday tim's cousin Connie hosted a family baby shower for Eggy. Eggy's cousins, aunts, uncles, grandmas, and grandpas were all in attendance to shower him with love. we were treated with lots of yummy foods, warm smiles and hugs, and much appreciated advise from seasoned parents. uncle ray and auntie angela even let us use some of Josh and Faith's baby stuff.. Tim already assembled everything for Eggy and now we're just waiting for his much anticipated arrival. :-)

.:cake design by Uncle David! Not only was it adorable to look at but it was yummilicious to eat:.

Ooohs and Aaahs:

.:So many wonderful and generous gifts:.

.:Eggy's papa and great-grandma Lam:.

.:Cousin Josh and Grandpa Yau--you can see the baby onesies decoration in the background that were hung all over the house.. great idea Connie!:.

counting the days...

Thank you Great-Grandma Lam, Aunts&Uncles - Alan&Anna, Brian&Monica, Dara, Connie&David, Ray&Angela, Richard, Fran&Kris, Gordon &Emily, Alice&Bernice, Cousins Finley&Hayden, Katrina, Gaby&Ian, Faith&Josh, Grandma&Grandpa Lam, Grandma&Grandpa Lew&Carly, Grandma Ladia&Jimmy, Grandma&Grandpa Yau, Grandma Irene, Grandma Fung Gu, Grandma Kim, Great-Grandma Choi, Grandma Eunsook, Grandma Hiyoul for all of my gifts!!! What a lucky baby I am... I can't wait to meet all of you very soon! Love, Eggy ~:-)

Gettin ready for my appearance

Wow... only 46 more days until we get to see your face! Your dad and I love you already so much! you've brought a kind of happiness to our lives that we can't describe in words. Just a few more weeks Eggy... hang in there for us!

Love, your mom & dad

you've got furniture!

the start of Baby's nursery.. it's not yet finished as we have much to polish off.. but at least the furniture is in!

view of the tree of life mural from the crib

changing table and view of crib. a bit cluttery still but we still need to feng shui

baby's crib.. i can't wait until Baby Lam gets to test it out

baby's got lots of clothes already! hehe

we're airing out his armoire and that chair needs to be moved!

timmy and i are currently *nesting*. we still have a couple of months to go before Eggy is here but we're just so excited we couldn't wait to get started on his new room. wow, we're like in the process of making a baby and stuff. amazing or what???

Eggy's 1st party

April 2nd, Bernie, Joe and AJ, hosted a shower for us! There was lots of yummy food, delicious cake, games, stories, some tears, many laughters, lots of good advice from seasoned parents for the newbie mom and dad to be (tim and me), and of course lots of goodies for the baby =]

the gracious hosts: Joe, Bernie, AJ

look at the teeny weeny hangers for all his teeny weeny clothes~

diapers and a bucket of baby things!

ducky blankie, itty bitty shoes!

atul and katelyn ~ striking a pose~ (me and my tummy biting my tongue??)

patty's awesome idea of hanging baby clothes on a clothing line! so many outfits! =D

newest Mom.. Miriam

our scrumptuous cake! =9

daddy&mommy to be

we thank our wonderful and generous friends for this blessed event! we had a lovely time and were so very honored and thankful... just a few more weeks until we can show Baby Lam how much he is loved by everyone around him...

thank you auntie Bernie, uncle Joe, auntie Jade, uncle Aaron, auntie Annie, auntie auntie Patty, auntie Sue, uncle Phil, uncle Atul, auntie Swati, auntie Miriam, uncle George for loving me! from Baby Lam

gina and timmy goes to white castle

everyone has heard of Murphy's Law: if anything can go wrong, it will. this law, as simple as it may read, pretty much sums up the way the world works. forget Socrates or Aristotle, or any other dead Greek wonders, this Murphy dude was indeed the greatest thinker of all times. a demigod for all the pessimists around the world, if you will.

not that i have the hubris to think that i could come up with anything so profound, but these past few weeks of pregnancy has inspired me to come up with Gina's Law of Pregnancy: just when you thought it was physically impossible to get any fatter, uglier, and more uncomfortable -- you inevitably do.

how come nobody told me that i would actually grow out of some of my maternity clothes? i've begrudgingly spent a tiny fortune on pants with elastic waistbands and shirts that look like various colored pup tents and i don't even get the extreme displeasure of wearing them to the glorious end. currently, the only thing that fits me well are timmy's clothes. and even the waistline of his boxers are feeling a little snug. i live in my husband's tshirts, boxers, and don't tell him but sometimes i sneak into his closet to see what else of his wardrobe i can wear comfortably. to my dismay, his belt fits my waist now--and not only that but i buckle it where HE buckles it and it's too tight!! with 50 some days remaining until my due date, i'm not so happy at the prospect of having to purchase another maternity outfit.

recently one day during my lunch hour at work, i wavered my resolve and walked into an over priced "MiMi's maternity" store where i saw a wave of bright colored spring dresses. i thought that perhaps treating myself to a cute bright colored dress might revive my spirits so i tried on a $85 dress on sale that the salesperson insisted would look "simply darling" on me. as i looked at myself in the mirror, i couldn't help but ponder "what decision maker in the maternity fashion world decided that ultra bright colors are flattering on sphere shaped women"? the design may work on inflatable beach balls, but it doesn't work on pregnant bellies. i swear that i looked like a giant easter egg with hair. i waddled out of the store feeling a bit disturbed. and yet, no matter where i am, people are invariably telling me how "small" i am! i'm afraid i may go helter skelter if one more person tells me this.

in addition to dressing like a pregnant bag lady while at home, my hair has become so unmanageable that i've got a perpetual bump in the middle of my hair from having it tied up in a pony tail 24/7. my ankles are beginning to swell, and i itch like a person that hasn't showered in weeks. my confident strides has transformed into the waddle of an 80 year old woman with osteoporosis and now my nose seems to have plumped up if you can believe that. i try to take some consolation in the fact that i haven't developed a single stretch mark, yet my skin has suffered in numerous other ways. dry itchy spots, a pronounced linea nigra, and my forehead is sprouting out peach fuzz.

at this point, a beauty regimen just seems fruitless and daunting. as a result my daily facial regimen has slipped a little... okay, pretty much a lot. i rarely desire to put on any makeup anymore -- what's the point of looking good from the neck up? and i don't know if any other pregnant women have had the pleasure of the "double take" from men, but i have and i don't know whether to laugh or cry. i've noticed that a guy will initially check me out, then suddenly do a double take, notice that i'm a giant pregnant lady and hastily walk away with a horrified look stenciled in his face. it's a real ego booster.

plus i don't have it bad enough to be fat and aesthetically challenged because i am also more uncomfortable than ever. i have a perpetual sinus problem. nothing to be of concern or debilitating, but just a constant state of congestion that prohibits me from being able to breathe through my nose. i must sound like a total perv while on the phone with all the heavy mouth breathing i have to do to prevent from passing out. my husband constantly asks why i keep wheezing at night and tries to cover me with blankets in fear that i am catching a cold. but my body temperature has also risen so i keep kicking off his kind gesture. and repeat. throughout the night. poor husband.

once in awhile i'll have an intense muscle spasm where the socket of my thigh joins my pelvis. the only thing i can do is to yelp and try to massage it out. sometimes tim is startled when i yelp and furiously massage my cramp out but at least we're in the privacy of our own home. what really sucks is when this happens at work. by no means am i thrilled about having to grab my crotch in front of my co-workers so instead, i just drag my lame leg behind me towards the nearest chair or private corner. i can just imagine what i must look like-- crippled over, hair bound up in an unruly ponytail, dragging my leg, and breathing heavily. only thing i can think of is an image of Igor, Dr. Frankenstein's lab assistant. sometimes i catch a glimpse of my reflection and am promptly discusted with myself.

none of these discomforts aids in a good night's sleep. i am up every 2 hours going to the bathroom. you wouldn't believe how much energy i expend just to flip from side to side while in bed, desperate for a moment of comfort. i know that i really shouldn't complain, and that holding a one-woman pity party is pathetic, since i have so much to be grateful for. just ask any woman who is on bed rest or suffering from any number of pregnancy complications. i have it better than lots of other women and i'm in the home stretch. yet according to Gina's Law of Pregnancy, it could still get worse -- after all, there are 2 more months to go before my due date! at least i have timothy, my doting husband who will drive to White Castle at 3 in the morning to curb my past midnight hamburger cravings.