Baby on board
At 20 weeks--halfway through my pregnancy--my days of gallivanting are numbered. So I decided to go back (yet again) to Dumaguete before I'm forced to stay put. And while I had all three Roaches jerseys and cheered from the sidelines through scorching heat and torrential rains, I sadly wasn't able to take part in the team's quest for their fifth Shindig victory.
I was, however, able to spend four days with forty (!) fun people from disc. I even got to party a bit...
...although of course there was no more drinking or staying out til dawn. And I got to eat...
At Lab-as, where we had Dumaguete Express, tinolang lapu-lapu, grilled spicy squid, and more
At Sansrival Bistro with the Warriors
At Nevas for pizza, pasta, and (I gotta admit) a pahabol rice meal order
Massacre at the beach: our grilled fish merienda
And my OB would be proud--I was under strict orders to have "tikim lang" (just a taste) of Dumaguete's to-die-for sweets, and I'm pleased to report that I just had one little bite of chocolate silvanas throughout the entire trip. This, despite the fact that I was at Sansrival three times, with their salted caramel cheesecake calling out to me.
I also got to go on a side trip to gorgeous Siquijor, my friends' tik-tik jokes be damned. (Upon a teammate's insistence, I did spend the overnight trip with three chili peppers in my pocket.)
Photo c/o Cali
The little monster even got to (sort of) feel the sea for the first time.
And lastly, I got to experience how good people are to you when you're preggers! I can't thank everyone enough for going out of their way to make sure I was comfortable. People carried my bag for me, gave me food, made sure I was hydrated, considered the best place for me to sleep ("Dito na lang para madali kang makapunta sa banyo"), and even defended me against an a-hole Manila driver who had no regard for a pregnant woman crossing the street (thanks, boys!).
It was a great trip, but the best part, undoubtedly, was feeling all the love from such awesome friends.