So far....So sleepy!

Some one wise once advised me to sleep all that I can in the nine months that have passed. I, thinking I am wiser to all ignored the statement and thought the world is mad. "After all, how can the months with the baby be hard on sleep. Babies are so tiny, how can they stay awake". I thought to myself and I quote.

But well, well....Come 29th Sept...All had changed. My thinking, my sleeping pattern, my life everything. Some for the better and some for the worse. While my life changed for the better, my sleep changed for the worse. I was awake when the baby was and I was awake when the baby wasn't. Why? One tiny baby brings with it so much to do that even when the baby is asleep there is so much to be done....

Nights are now days but days are not nights. I am always awake yet always sleepy. Now I sleep when the baby is feeding at 5 am in the night and even when she is wailing for a feed. Such is my sleeping pattern.... So whoever said 'sleep all you can' was right and I should've slept all that I could. But that time is passe now and so is that life.

Now my life is about being a family and not about thinking of being sleepy. Anyhow, even when she screams at 3 am in the night, the one smile that is reserved only for me wakes the hell out of me. It takes all the sleepiness away and gets life back on track. It is the smile that makes my day, my week, my whole life...It is the smile for which I would stay awake all my life....

For Navya,

With love...

Rupal, the Mom

And they call Courtship a 'Golden Period'

He holds my hand and helps me clear the water puddle,

And makes sure I get the daily cuddle.

He walks me to the loo when my back hurts like hell,

And presses my feet when they really do swell.

He feeds me and watches my diet each day,

And rocks me to let my fears away.

A complete atheist, he takes me to the temple sometimes,

And makes sure the morning alarm doesn't chime.

He sits through hours of doctors visits,

And pretends not to panic on the weighing scales extra digits.

He takes me shopping and comes running when I call,

And reminds me to watch that little nail in the wall.

He handles the mood swings like a pro,

but his constant bickering over exercises is such a blow.

He is the reason the months flew away so soon,

And also the one to be excited and croon.

Pregnancy's come and got emotions in myriads, 

And leaves me wondering why is courtship the golden period....

ONE plus ONE is 3!!

The sixth and last ante-natal class for the over anxious parents to be!

Tonnes of theoretical information about pregnancy, delivery and post -birth scratched on paper, notepads, brochures and everything else the pen can write on and absolutely no idea of the practical parts of it with a totally confused vision of the times to come later, a slide stared at us saying the following:

One plus One = Three(3)

Mohit and I looked at each other skeptically. Turned out we were the 'ones' in the prefix while the three after the '=' was the number we were to be soon. From a couple to a family!
From a double to a threesome(well, don't get dirty thoughts in your minds now)

And the last part of the class went by without either of us understanding any more. The fear of the number 3 was setting in. While the previous eight months had passed by in anticipation, excitement and everything else that sounds even remotely like thrilling, the last month spelt everything that looks like anxiety, apprehension and nervousness.

All of a sudden we were talking to each other about 'never being a couple'. Now we were thinking of all those fears that always seemed dwarfed under the excitement of the new arrival. Suddenly we wanted to discuss terms like baby blues, post partum depression, blah blah and blah...

But one evening of couple co-chi-koo and a romantic dinner later, we figured we'd had our twosome and were back on track. Fear and Worry were out of the window( after much tete-e-tete) and Anticipation was back in. We seemed to have handled our one day of panic pretty well and were raring to go. After all, that is the cycle of life.

And to prove to the much-awaited baby that we are all excited anticipating the arrival, I will be adding a new label to my posts.
"Baby"

Because that's what I think the next 10 or 20 or rather all my posts might be about.
And a loving kick from the baby right at this moment has stamped his/her approval for his/her addition to the blog.

Amongst equals...

Being used to all the exclusive special treatment for seven months now, I suddenly landed up in a place where everyone seemed to be extra important. I no longer was the only centre of attraction and each of us seemed to gel in very well. Perhaps it took me some time to understand that at an Ante-Natal class, all pregnant women are equally important and I was no queen.

Yeah, a pregnancy class or a birthing class, etc etc....is what Mohit and I attended over the weekend. While he was extra excited about the whole affair, I seemed to miss the attention. LOL.... But it was an experience in itself. With so many pregnant women around you, the room seemed to be abuzz with baby talk from first time mothers.

Everyone was confused and excited to the brim...Dumb questions, stupid answers and worse actions is what we all portrayed collectively, but at the end of the day, we were all special...Special in our own ways to the man who sat besides us and also to the rest of the world who watched us sashaying down slowly for a toilet break.

From the eating tips to the exercise regime to the intricacies of labour, discussions galore followed...While everyone tried to show off how good they were with their eating, none seemed to be hot on exercising. Except a certain lot who is always bothered about your expanding waistline. As all the mums to be showed total enthusiasm for the diet plans, few takers were found for the exercises. But the 'Pa's' were all so keen on this in unison. To the extent that my better half even came back home and revised the exercises with me...And continued to bicker about them the succeeding night..And continues to ask if I exercised every now and then. Maybe its them who should put on the weight and then try to fight it off so they know how it feels...

But if the past seven months were spent wondering, waiting and watching, the 2 hour session surely was a learning and bonding experience. With so much love exuberant from the eyes of each beau, the room seemed to be full of the care that we see from men in only these nine months. With him walking with me step by step and telling me about that stone around the stairs, all of a sudden courtship days came running back. Except this time around, there is another small, little participant in the couple's life making us a happy threesome....