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a busily scheduled week has permeated my otherwise hopelessly mundane life. i had been running dutiful errands for mom who has since been discharged from the hospital for gall stones removal. i had imagined them stones to be bigger, but they turned out to be nothing more than little specks of unpolished graphite. they were stored in a nice, see-through container, to which i surmised, was memorabilia for our viewing pleasure.

anyways, in between being a chauffeur and a filial (read: parent-fearing) son, i had managed to cram in client meet-ups, lingering at poseur cafes, attending drinking binges, demolishing massive amounts of ben and jerry's, whilst still looking fervently in good shape. i am not bragging, that's just the way it is.

however, this entry isn't a how-to guide to keeping fit, neither is it any more a dedication to gall stones. i am here to write about something painstakingly rewarding that delights me even as i think about it. as it always has been, baby rearing has been the cornerstone of our family policy. thus, being the ever diligent husband, and being the ever more assiduous wife, my elder brother and sister-in-law have succeeded in bringing a new member our family.

at eight months and still in active fetal development, baby d will face the world sometime next month. meanwhile, here are some pictures of my nephew-to-be during the ultra scan at earlier times performing various acrobatic positions in mommy's tummy.





in a morbid frenzy to usher the newborn's arrival, i was invited by the happy couple to a viewing of the baby's room. it was the quintessential room with white walls plastered with colorful stickers, a crib that matched the room's setting, baby paraphernalia, and a bright yellow stroller that i wasn't aware i was to sponsor for (thanks for the love, bro).

a baby-bathing contraption that set the happy couple back by eleven hundred dollars.

my sponsored gift: quinny stroller taken out from a bee movie

garb-scrub for babies. totally unheard of!

as if that wasn't enough, i was pretty much taken aback when i had a look at the baby's cupboard. stocked with baby clothings, my brother and sister-in-law takes baby planning to new heights.

stockpiled with attire from "for 1-month" to "for 12-months"

mommy dearest wants matching green kate spade baggie with baby shorts.

so, having a baby isn't exactly economcally viable, but what the heck, i am gonna be an uncle!

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