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“Sometimes I feel like a supermom and sometimes like a disaster waiting to happen,” said every working mom ever. What? Don’t look at me, I have been a working mom for less than a month, and this one almost-month has been one hell of a roller-coaster ride (I say that too often, don’t I?) Well, for all of you who don’t know, mommy got herself a job this month. Obviously, mommy’s obsession with baby did not let her go out get a regular job, so she is doing a stay at home, but pretty time consuming and challenging job. When you want to get that every minute of complete concentration on your work while your baby sleeps, you don’t sit on the study table that you were so keen on turning into your home office or outside your bedroom on the huge airy, with-an-excellent-view-of-nature terrace, the former coz you can’t risk waking up your baby with the clanking of the laptop keys or your stupid hushed voice over calls, and the latter because the time you might take to come back when yo...

It’s a tradition that we have been following, the letter writing. At least one letter on every special occasion. Ofcourse I will tell my baby stories about his childhood when he grows up, but this feeling of unimaginable, heart exploding love I feel for him is worth documenting from time to time. So here goes, a late first birthday letter to my little man, the best baby in the whole universe, the most perfect son, the one who makes me count my blessings…. Hey Abu Baby.. Yes, that’s what I’m calling you these days. I can’t believe you are already a year old. You are so much bigger now than the little new-born we were waiting to meet at the hospital. I used to fear holding the tiny you back then. Scared that I will mess you up. You were so little and so fragile. Now you are my big big boy who laughs or at least smiles every time I look at him. Your eight perfect teeth. The squint of your joyous eyes. The way your cheeks rise. God!! I love it when you smile. I have neve...

Today I experienced my first ever experience of pregnancy constipation. Yea, this blog is going to be completely TMI. STAY WARNED! So, I am sitting there, visiting for the 3 rd time, hoping to finally get my business done. And then, my baby starts moving. I’m like “Dude, don’t you know I hate to miss your movements, but I am trying to concentrate here”. Now in a dilemma, I am wondering what I should concentrate on, and suddenly things begin to go all smoothly. I’m like “Wow! Was my baby trying to help me or what!” And suddenly a little voice in my head (which I believe was my baby telepathically communicating with me) says, “What is this crap (pun intended)! Get it outta here, I need more room!” *kicking* *kicking**kicking**kicking**kicking**kicking**kicking**kicking**kicking**kicking* And then a brilliant idea occurred to me, why don’t I write about the funny things my baby does! Baby seems to be the only topic I care to write about these days. And there he is, my little k...