Its a BOY!!!

I am finally here...!!!


My baby arrived promptly on his due date. It was a smooth labour thanks to all the painkillers I took, so didn’t give me much of a discomfort...and hearing his first cry was like music to my ears.

We are finally mommy and daddy to a little angel. His basic motto in life as of now seems to be sleep, eat and excrete whatever little his small tummy has consumed…hehehehe. The only time he wails out in full volume is when he is hungry…the rest of the time he is a peacefully fellow.

My son has his father’s eyes and nose and a round face like me…mannerism resembles his father more and he is a sheer delight to watch. His facial expressions, the way he look’s at me when he is hungry or angry, yeah he does get angry after the bath session, which is like a punishment for him…is the most adorable sight…nothing and I mean nothing in life can ever be bargained against the sheer pleasure of being a mother…

Every time I hold my son and nuzzle into his neck, the sheer baby smell overwhelms me and I simply love cuddling him, only because he gets annoyed do I put him down…the Johnson’s products have been put to good use, although he doesn’t seem to be quite fond of them, as they are usually applied after the bath routine and he is already annoyed with us about the bath. My sister has gifted me a little bath chair in-order to make the bathing experience more pleasurable for him. As of now my constant bantering and chatting with him doesn’t seem to be making much difference although he does make an effort to hear what I am telling him between all those tears…till he realizes he is in the water and cries out loud again!

I am quite thrilled and enjoying each and every moment…talking to my child, singing to him while putting him to sleep, playing with him and cuddling him are the biggest joys of this world…and he is the cutest…forgive me but I am a mother now and this little creation is just perfect in my eyes!!!

40 Weeks & Rocking!!!

The count down has begun!!!



It’s like a New Year eve party where you count till the clock strikes 12 and that's how I am feeling...it is like an endless wait...the visits to the doctor more often, the hospital bag all prepared, my parents visits planned and the last few days change in diet...but you never know...!!!

My little one might just decide to prolong his stay in the cozy cocoon inside and I may end up with a late delivery or it might just decide to pop out and say “Hi, I am here!!!” but the anticipation is killing…

My nephew, whose favourite question is, ”When is your baby out?”, is really looking forward to having twins, although I tried telling him we are not having twins, but his persistent “what if they are twins,masi?”, really didn’t warrant the dampening of spirits…so I told him it would be really thrilling then. My sister added if they are triplets, he might end up running down the streets with excitement….although we know its just one baby as per the sonography! Bless my stars!!!

The imagination has gotten far more vivid these days with me getting a glimpse of my baby’s face in my dreams, so if the next day I describe it to my husband; he is a bit skeptical considering the past history of my dreams and their accuracy…hehehehe. But all in all I am damn excited. Every movement in my tummy is sheer joy but the wait unbearable!!!

I am anxious about the whole process and also fear the intensity of my screams. I tried cross checking with the nurses in my hospital if the labour room is sound proof, this didn’t evoke much of a response from them, except to tell me to relax! Which obliviously I can’t as of now…I am at the end of my nerves!

We have 7 days to go!!! And I am expecting a little roaring Lion (well the star sign is going to be Leo, so I did do the parent-child compatibility test….genuineness of the same can be verified over the coming years!!!)

Me at Nine Months!

A full blown me at Nine Months!

Time to Shop!

I have another 20 odd days to go…technically that is less than 3 weeks…so I these days I am full fledged involved or rather indulging in the activity that I am best at-SHOPPI NG!!!


I have got my baby shopping list in place, right from things needed at birth to the post birth requirements for newborns. What I have been periodically shopping for myself on account of my growing tummy not included, this new shopping is over and above all that. This retail therapy that I am indulging in is for my baby.

My shopping sprees were on account of varying reasons such as I don’t fit into my clothes to I need bigger shoes as my feet are swollen or I am depressed and don’t feel good or a mere...my baby likes this food hence I got to indulge my sweet tooth and put on weight without guilt! I have gone ahead splurged my money on all things necessary as well as unnecessary…like fancy hair accessories to earrings which are not remotely connected to my delivery, but helped elevate my mood and get over my occasional pregnancy blues…

But coming to my baby shopping I am pleased with the indefinite options available that encourage new parents like us to blow our money. They might not be necessities and may turn out to be sheer luxuries but deciding where to draw the line is a tough choice… things which my grand parents or for that matter even my parents never knew existed are available along with a choice of brand to pick. Any non-branded item is subjected to intense scrutiny and the quality is highly doubtful, but at times I really wonder whether my mom did actually consider the brand when she bought me my first toy or milk bottle!

The shopping list is endless, although I really don’t think my kid is going to mind it if I buy a normal bath towel or a one decorated with teddy bears or Spiderman or the Little Mermaid…cos they just don’t know such things exist…but me as a parent wants a towel that is kind of cute and soft and soothing to the eye, in light colours and snuggly…but does my baby really care??? My husband keeps telling me he will shop after the baby birth but it everytime draws a firm “No” from me! He doesn’t seem to understand my need and desire to explore ten shops before picking up one thing and selecting the right colour to match varying moods…he will simply not realize the importance of having the same thing in a different design and varying shades of yellow, I actually wonder if he knows there are shades in yellow…but I guess that’s normal to all guys…so can’t blame him!

I have a list for everything…it’s the organized DNA in me which is measuring on the brink of an obsessive compulsive disorder, but I prefer calling it “Being Organized”. There is a list of the kind of clothes needed, the baby bedroom furniture with an accessory list separate and a list of items needed for liquid feed and solid feed separately, although the solid feed is supposed to start after 6 months, one needs to be prepared for it n… and it goes on to include the types of toys that one needs to buy to ensure overall child development! Who thought about all this???

My husband did get a bit scared when I pulled out this list…the whole idea of him shopping later for the baby was dropped instantly and I am solely and wholly responsible for this activity now. I plan my days accordingly to take out time for my shopping sprees in the evenings and I can’t describe the pleasure I get everytime I pick up a new piece of clothing and image my baby wearing it…trust me a sheer delightful experience all should indulge in!

Forget the practicality aspect just indulge right now…

Bottoms Up!

I always wonder how babies manage to smell so exotic. There is this unique smell which you get everytime you pick a baby and the scent is so intoxicating and unique that you feel like biting into that little fleshy wonder…Now I am not a devil or someone evil, but the idea of cuddling and hugging those small marvel’s and snuggling into them gives such a warm feeling!!

The cutest part is the smooth baby bottom which is so soft & silky! And when they sleep with their little bummsies protruding out they look so adorable. The other day on my way to office, I saw this cute little plump baby boy who got into the lift with his mom, his eyes exploring everyone around him, and then he acknowledged everyone’s presence with this sweet smile of his and got tired and snuggled into his mom! I so wanted to reach out and hug this little bundle…

Coming back to baby smells… the whole concept of lathering it up in lots of Johnson’s baby powder and cream is so lovely! I have already selected the baby kit I am going to buy which comprises of an assortment of creams, lotions & powders. I also picked up a few cute little baby t-shirts! The idea of your baby wrapped in a plump nappy popping out of its little t shirt is so funny!

I am dying to hold my little baby and snuggle into it!!!

It’s all in the Genes!!! But Whose???

Now that I have another 60 odd days to go, the curiosity is kind of killing. The discussions are often on the lines of whose genes is the baby going to inherit…Will he take after my side of the family or my husbands? And then we end up discussing all the eccentric behavior in the family that we dread!


Will he be a book worm like me who can lick up pages and finish a novel in two days back to back or be a sports enthusiastic person like my husband who is passionate about each and every game and knows the intricacies about all kind of sporting events where I draw a total blank on that front…

Will he inherit the walk of my father which is a peculiar trait in my brother and nephew or my mother’s emotional quotient that has been passed in wholesale to me and my sister? My sister feels that my nephew is a reincarnation of my brother with the same traits and behaviors and reactions. If I have a son will he also be like my brother…I sure do dread that, although my brother, no wonder feels really proud of all the similarities that we keep drawing up!

Will he have my husband’s eyes with dark and deep eyelashes or will he be round egg-faced like me with a parrot nose? Will he have black hair or brown hair? Whose features will he take after?

Will he have a sweet-tooth like me or have an allergy to everything sweet like my husband. My explanation to this is; marrying me has filled my husband’s life with so much sweetness that he fondly calls me “honey”, & now he doesn’t have space for anything else sweeter than me….no one agrees to this, but its just plain pleasing to my ears!

Will he be a genius with numbers like my husband who can calculate the rate of interest on things in seconds, or run to the calculator for the simplest maths numerical like me or will he be a language lover like me who enjoys writing about everything under the sky?

Will he be into romantic mushy movies and love stories or is he going to enjoy more of the gory stuff on TV? I scream and climb over the bed at the sight of a cockroach with tears rolling down my eyes, wonder how will he react to his mother’s antics? Or since its going to have both sets of genes, I hope he enjoys the dumb comedy movies that for a change we both love seeing!!!

Well whoever he takes after, atleast we know that the eccentric behavior runs in the family and now he is part of the same gene pool. We can keep reassuring each other that this unique creation is a result of our combined weird genes!

All about Kicks & Hiccups!!!

I think my baby has outgrown the space in my tummy…there is so much moving around as if it’s in a constant whirlpool. I am constantly being punched and kicked. At times there are these little protrusions on my belly surface which looks like a small knee being popped out or bums being pushed out to accommodate oneself! Everytime I push it back in…it resurfaces on the other side! And this has become a fun game for me!


My baby responds to all these gentle pushes and kicks back acknowledging my presence... He is most active in night, when it’s in full swing with its thrust’s & kick’s. It seems he is doing his practice run for a football game, just before the actual game begins.

Even during the recent IPL, to my husbands utter delight, my little one would kick around to glory everytime Mumbai India’s would be batting and specially when the little master Sachin Tendulkar was on field, a mutual respect and adoration being shared by my husband and kid! If I turned around to doze off, I was coaxed to watch the TV, because my baby was missing out on the action on account of my sleep patterns!

This little kid seems to be either zorbing around in my tummy or swinging golf clubs ‘cos I can constantly feel these minuscule & infinite fluttery vibrations all over! It’s like my whole tummy is a washing machine that’s running its full cycle. It ends at night when I sleep with the final spin function in motion!