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HEADSUP: This is going to be a baby obssessed mother's rant about her baby!! This was supposed to be a facebook post or a short Instagram story. But the more I thought about it, the more it hit me.  "The purest form of love is not a mothers' but it is that of a child" I know, I know I've said it before, but the more real something seems to me, the more I want to write about it. My kid is almost 2, and every single day, atleast a hunderd times I feel the purity of his love. Scientifically, a kid is a parasite that grew in your uterus, sucked out all the calcium from your bones and latched on in there till it was ready to deal with the world. And even then, he stayed latched on to you everytime he needed nutrition and your selfless body knew exactly how to take care of his every growing demand. So why do I call his love so pure? His nutrition sucking parasitic love. Sometimes I wonder if its just the hormones which make me fall more in love with my parasite or is he...

Hey Baby, Today was a particularly exhausting day! I felt so helpless and tired, so alone. Your dad had been very busy. It is the worst part of my day when he is busy. Even if he is sitting right next to me (which right now he is), I miss him. So, I made him stop whatever super important and super urgent thing he was doing. I told him, “You’re my everything, how can I function if you stay so busy all the time?” Then touching my tummy to feel your presence, I said, “Our baby isn’t even born yet! How long will he make me wait! You are both the same!” I said angrily and turned away hiding my tears. I have always been a very emotional person, you see. But ever since you came into the picture, I have become even more emotional. In that moment as I was sitting, staring out of the window at the beauty of the rain, I found myself even more sad. I missed you. I hadn’t even seen you yet, you don’t even have a name. All that assured me of your existence was your tiny little bod...