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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...

23 rd   June 2018.   10:47pm .  Hello lil one,  I just saw your movement for the first time today, not more than a few seconds ago. I have been feeling you twist and turn inside me for a few weeks now, your presence getting stronger every day. Your dad had been desperately trying to feel you move, but he couldn’t. Today you have been moving pretty rapidly.   I was hoping he could feel something today. His eyes light up and I can actually see his excitement when I tell him you’re moving (I don’t know what he is like when you read this, but at the moment, your father never shows his emotions). So, you must realize how much it means to him when he hears me brag about you moving. He feels really left out somehow. Let’s get to the actual reason that led me to write to you in the first place. Well, I had planned to document every step of your journey right from the very beginning. But it was difficult manufacturing you. Very energy consuming. So today when...

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...

Ever wonder what it’s like to be in love? To love someone so much you feel you can’t breathe without them? To love them so much you fear you will stop existing if they went away? To love someone so much, you feel like you are the richest person in the world, the happiest, when you see them smile? Loving someone so much that even when you wake up in the middle of the night, half asleep, completely senseless and you happen to gaze upon them sleeping, you feel like “What a sight!”, “What did I ever do to deserve him!”, “He’s the best!”, “OMG! I love him so so so much!” Well, I do, coz I love him, I love him so much that his presence lights my world up. When he walks away my heart breaks a little inside and I begin to feel empty (and mind you, I am only talking about when he goes to the kitchen to get some water, or, you know, to the loo). Well, such a love can be an exhaustion! An exhaustion that feels like a thrilling ride on a rollercoaster. So scary but so awesome all at the...

Ever wondered about this long standing Indian tradition of arranged marriages and the Oh! So ever growing stigma against love marriages? What’s wrong if two people find each other, fall in love with each other and want to spend the rest of their lives with each other? Well, nothing wrong as far as you don’t consider the parents disapproving and placing restrictions, or the religious or cultural differences. You may even ignore the “Char Log” of the Indian society pointing fingers at you and talking behind your back for the rest of your damn life. Well, then it will all be okay. I had a love marriage. The best kind of love marriage there ever could be. I did not have a random aunty following me secretly to give reports about my “boyfriend” back home. Oh, and I also escaped the restrictions, the stupid “Char Log” who have nothing better to do but to talk about me. He and I are married now. We really don’t have much of the cultural differences. Life is pretty much the sa...

Most of my thoughts these days are about the ability of all life forms to create life. Maybe this is because I am manufacturing a tiny human inside of me, or because the beauty of nature always amazes me deeply. Creating a living breathing human, literally from scratch, how can a person not be flabbergasted by that. Creating something from nothing (well, since God creates, and we just manufacture, lets substitute create with manufacture). Manufacturing a person from a single cell, way way way smaller than the tip of a needle, I am like WOW!! No matter how common or how ordinary it might seem, it still blows my mind away every time I think about it. Can you say your body has 2 beating hearts? Or 2 brains that are firing neurons like crazy? Or 2 different sets of human DNA? Well I can, at least for a few more months. And this feeling is extremely exhilarating. But well as exhilarating as it may sound or seem, it is still a heck load of work, obviously manufacturing a human...