Sunday, 7 December 2008

I went home and allowed Ma to pamper me

Trips to Ma's place (and by necessary implication, Delhi) have always been fun, except this time, when I was too tired and pregnant to enjoy myself or offer an enjoyable company. However, I did enjoy a brief dinner encounter with the neighourhood aunties and Bhabhis, who wasted no time in sharing their experiences and telling me what to do, not do, eat, not eat etc. That was the only time since we got pregnant that I enjoyed being pregnant, and although I was feeling tired and sick, I quite enjoyed the experience. Maybe because this may never happen again to me as we stay in Bangalore, with only two (currently childless) couples for company.

My three-week break from being a career woman and a wife was spent mostly eating and sleeping and feeling sick and crying and watching live coverage of the attacks on Mumbai and feeling sad and angry, but I was happy (those who've been here, done that know what I'm talking about).

I've never been the sentimental types, but I felt so guilty about leaving Ma that I cried my heart out at the airport and continued till I reached Bangalore, where I was very unceremoniously greeted by a bout of influenza (or common cold. Choose whichever you prefer. It makes no difference). This indeed was the last time I visited Ma 'alone'. The next time (and thereafter) I'll carry my 'bundle of joy' with me. I miss Ma.

I'm back in Bangalore and feel miserable and have become quiet (which is of much concern to Hubby because I have gone Q U I E T).

Sorry people, I cannot think of anything more interesting than mundane pregnancy talk as that's the only thing happening in my life. Rest all has taken a backseat.

We have started looking for names, and have finalised one, should a baby girl make her debut. If you have a nice name for a boy, please write in. Nice, BTW, does not mean names like Hritik and Hrohan (yuck) and also does not include names with any, however remote, religious connotation.

Monday, 10 November 2008

It was my Happy B'day day

Yours truly is now 31.

The night of 8/9 November was spent partying and playing cards and the day (birth-DAY) was spent recovering (pregnancy changes more things than non-pregnant people can imagine), sleeping, missing all phone calls etc, and feeling irritated and groggy for no reason (thank you pregnancy harmones). Thus was celebrted my most non-happening and boring b'day.

Spoke only to Ma, Li’l and elder, and was made to speak to mother-in-law. Humph.

Thursday, 6 November 2008

A funny thing from the past just popped up in my memory

We had been married just a few weeks, and spent most of our time, well, setting up the house, getting to know more of each other, checking out furniture in every store in town etc. Soon after the house was all set up and nice and sexy, we had a free weekend. Hubby went to work for a few hours and I decided to clean the house, cook and have a bath (much against my no-bath-on-weekends principle).

Just as I was done with the work, Hubby arrived with a bunch of lovely gerberas, which he gave to me, along with a sexy kiss and a hug.

I asked, waiving my arm across the super clean, shiny living room, “Notice something?”

Hubby, “Got a haircut?”


Sunday, 2 November 2008

I'm back on my feet. Yey!

I woke before 7 am today (it's Sunday!) to say bye etc to some guests (who had long overstayed their welcome), with a foolproof plan of getting back into my pajamas and hitting the sack for at least three more hours. But, people, I'm so excited at finally being on my own in my own house, being able to wear my pajamas and walk all over, being able to feel and enjoy the quietness around the house, not having to engage in random, boring coughbelowparcough conversations that I'm not able to sleep. I'm checking out my favourite blogs and announcing the news of our pregnancy to those who've been hiding under 100-ton rocks, with the sound of the (new, shiny, FULLY AUTOMATIC) washing machine washing the guestroom's bed sheet and towels in the background. I can now actually eat whatever I want to, so to celebrate my new-found freedom, I've already had a custard apple for breakfast. Oh I love my day already! It's a bright, sunny, happy day. Maybe I should get out of the house.

I've been up for over an hour and have already eaten something and there's NO sign of morning sickness. Savitha was right, maybe all this sickness was an outcome of stress.

Bonus, people, bonus...I'm going home. I mean, Mom's place, where I can allow myself to rot, not move a finger, command Ma and Li'l and the maids to do anything for me, and catch up with friends, go to Dilli Haat, Sector 6 Market, Nirula's (HCF orgasm here), Cafe 100 (CP), Corriander Leaf (Gurgaon) and Noida and meet up with ex-colleague-cum-friends and ignore ex-boss. And...experience another season, winter. Delhi has seasons. One more point for meri Dilli, meri jaan.

La la la. I love my life, and will love your's too, if it were as nice as mine today. Love, hugs and kisses :)

Monday, 6 October 2008

May not digress today

Remember my last post in which I wrote about either being pregnant or having worms crawling inside me? As it turns out, we are pregnant. So, yeah, life is indeed taking shape in my belly. I 'saw' the heartbeat today, and cannot believe there's actually someone, a person (OK, a tadpole-like thing, which will most definitely grow up to be a cute, healthy baby) inside me. Pregnancy, however, has not been all that kind to me. Morning sickness (which BTW lasts ALL day) and shortness of breath make me want to kill myself every few hours. And why do women not talk about scans more often? The least they can do is hang banners in each city warning new moms about the scans, and also the fact that an ulrascan is actually carried out in TWO parts, external (the kind we all know about) AND internal! owe it to new moms and women planning a family.
Love Hubby even more when he sits with me helplessly, watching me fight the urge to throw up. Love him for all the smallest things he does to ensure I'm feeling ok. Makes me want to give him hickeys all over his face.
So people, I didn't digress today. Am I going to be an obssessed mother?

Sunday, 7 September 2008

Random thoughts

I had forgotten how it feels to laze around doing nothing. Love the feeling

I've been eating like a maniac for a week. Either I’m pregnant or I have worms in my tummy. In any case, there's life taking shape in my belly. Cheers!

People I can ask to make tea for me any time of the day: Hubby, Ma, Li'l (but she started obeying my commands only after got married; marriage is good!), Older

Wasn't I supposed to start working on my CV last weekend? And create an account with naukri etc? Why have I not done it? Am I really taken in by a comfy work life and a handsome package? What's wrong with me? Get your ass (actually the keys on your keyboard) moving, Babe.

Moment on Truth is a great show.

I miss Delhi. Sigh. Maybe I should find a job in Delhi.

That's it people. Can't think of more things. My mind keeps digressing.

Thursday, 21 August 2008

I'm sick of being someone I'm not. I don't enjoy being what I am now, and I am going to change this.

Tuesday, 19 August 2008

Back after months (only to digress maybe)

It's been a long time since I was here the last time. A lot has happened. Lots of holidays. Lots of happy memories. Lots of work. Not much reading for pleasure, but a few new recipes. Hubby's been much more busy these past weeks than ever and I'm not really liking it. Who will? I'm in this strange, ugly, uninteresting city, with only work-friends for company. Duh. My real friends, M Y O W N friends, are in Delhi, Australia and Mumbai. And one of them doesn't even talk to me.
I bought a copy of My Three Mistakes in Life last weekend, but I wanted You are here. The store didn't have a copy of the latter, so I picked up the former. Hubby's in Kolkata, and has picked up a copy for me. One more reason to miss him. Not that any was needed. I miss him any way.
Leaving now, but will be back soon. Miss me babies.