Random musings!

– Why, when I am sitting at home, nurturing the fetus inside me, everyone gets to enjoy late night parties and drink like fish!

– why, when i have to see non-violent so-called-mythical movies, listen to soothing music, while the whole world gets to see the conjuring!

– why, when i want to get out, i am escorted by 10 people, restrained from crossing the road, while small kids pedal off the street all alone.

– why, when i sit on the table and work, i am warned about my posture, warned about sleeping on my tummy, while others get to sleep upside down, hanging in mid-air.

– why, when i walk a little faster, i hear people shouting behind me to slow down, when i sit, i am not allowed to get up without assistance.

– why, when i hate milk to the core, i am force-fed the same. And i love bhel-puri, i am totally banned from even thinking about it!

Pregnancy, i tell you, in a way, it sucks.

PS: These musings are because, I came to my mom’s place for 2 days, and husband goes late night partying and movies  with friends. All the above are only re-directed to him!

PPS: I hope husband reads this, and takes me out on a long drive! 

 

the reminder..

…of sleepless nights.

At least i think, they give you a grand baby shower, because you will not have that center stage attention the moment baby pops out. It will always be about baby eating.. baby sleeping, baby medication and baby potty! whatever..now its my time. I am writing about myself!

I had a grand baby shower..in telugu style. And I will have in Tamil style 2 days later. so 2 complete days of my getting ready and taking my photos and feeding me. At least thats what I thought.

But, little did I know, all the married women come, put kumkum on me, rub sandal wood everywhere on my neck, convert me into vidya balan of bhool bhulaiyya! I was looking at my pictures today, and thats the 1st comment my patidev made. 

‘ I think you look good, u know. really. Promise’ , he started.

‘shoo of! had i looked good, you woudlnt have said really n all’, <puts a sad puppy face>’, i go on..

‘oh come on. I know how beautiful you are..so what if the entire world thinks otherwise!’, he is trying to console me.

‘what do you mean..the entire world thinks otherwise..’, and i try to give him 2-3 gaalis in hindi..desperately trying to look depressed, and sad

he laughs and smirks ‘ you look like a heroine darling. like vidya balan of bhool bhuliayya’, and moves a km apart, knowing i will come charging at him.

‘first , u make me pregnant.  u drink and i cant. u eat junk and i cant. now i am fat and scary, u comment on me. Its all your fault…’ i am continuously blabbering and he is laughing.  

And then he says ‘ your hands look beautiful with those bangles. you look like a bride, even when u are pregnant! ‘…and i stare at them. yes, they do look good. 

I am happy. The baby is happily kicking. Husbands do know how to console. Off topic, i did look real bad on the function day.

Here is the best pic of mine i could ever get. 🙂