Baby got belly

You know am pretty sure ( after 4 ultrasounds and many, many Obgyn visits) that there is only one there. And no I have some time left to pop.

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Posted by on April 12, 2015 in motherhood, rant, Uncategorized


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Sometimes I think I complain too much. I realise pregnancy is not a gift to be taken lightly. That many wish and don’t get it. And I know how it felt too se months when I would be hopeful only for the familiar cramps dutifully punching my guts like clockwork.
But let’s face it, mums hide a lot of pregnancy stuff from you. Or maybe every pregnancy is really different.

For My Friend Who Thinks She’s the Only One Who Hates Pregnancy | Kristen Mae

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Posted by on April 12, 2015 in Uncategorized




Pretty much how I look and feel with 2 months to go. Also baby has decided 12AM every night is just the right time to do 80s disco followed by quick refresher training on Kung Fu.

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Posted by on March 13, 2015 in motherhood, Uncategorized


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There is some serious karate training happening inside.

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Posted by on February 26, 2015 in Uncategorized


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Gender Bender

I don’t know come May if I will get a little bouncing baby boy or girl. 

Because pre natal sex determination is banned in India. 

You just need to look at our sex ratio to know why.
You see nature creates more females than males but our culture while worshiping the female form as a goddess prefers a male heir as a default.
So 40 years ago people kept trying till they got a son. And ended up with 10 kids.They still do that except those girls preceding the boy are often killed in the womb. 

I wish I could say it’s a poor mans or an illiterate mans problem but it’s not. The discrimination and it’s subtle variances are part of the daily life in India across classes.
I remember my erstwhile neighbors crestfallen, the MIL sobbing away because the DIL delivered a second daughter. Even today elders of the family would bless you with a long life, and healthy sons (not children). Sons get a birth ceremony while daughters..well just show up. 

Of course there are socio economic factors behind this in a poor country like ours where sons are seen essentially as an investment for the old age of parents while daughters are to be given away along with money ( dowry) to another family. Add to it the ever hanging sword of a daughter’s honor. To ensure it isn’t sullied till she gets married – that her character is pure.
I can go on but there are many articles available online which can explain all these issues more coherently. 

Things are changing slowly though. A high percentage of urban couples no longer have a male fixation and the story is reversing in the interiors as well.

But where does this leave a newly expectant parents?
Signing a legal document before entering an ultrasound clinic. Essentially the technician and the parents swear an oath not to ask or reveal the gender of the fetus. 

That hasn’t stopped husband and I from analyzing our scan at all angles to see if a nub exists. Reading old wives tales on dancing wedding rings. The scull theory. Looking at Chinese gender charts. Turning various shades of green as friends in other countries post shades of blue or pink and decide on names. Reading meanings into cravings. 

Does it matter to us? Not a bit. 

My own life is a testimony that if you invest in a daughter she can be the support your son may or may not be. 

And a son? I hope he takes after my husband who does the tight rope between me and his mom in the most excellent fashion.

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Posted by on February 24, 2015 in Uncategorized


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Now we are just here to be memories for our kids

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Posted by on February 22, 2015 in Uncategorized



First look at Baby B

7 weeks into this new life adventure husband and I were at a clinic for our first ultrasound – the early pregnancy scan.
It was the first time I had ever gone for an ultrasound. And that’s when I realised that an ultrasound meant pumping urself full of water till your bladder is about to burst and then have the technician pour some cold gel on your lower stomach and proceed to press the said at-bursting-point bladder to find your baby.
Between trying to hold in my pee and craning my neck at an impossible angle to see a grainy monitor all I saw were some patches of black and white.
“Is it there?” I ask.
“Of course it is. Now if u can lie still I can finish measuring and then I will show you” replies the man groping my lower abdomen with a machine coated with icy gel or the sonologist.
After 10 mins of poking my full bladder he calls in the husband, turns the monitor to prevent me from breaking my own neck and points to a white spot which looks like an outgrowth. That’s my baby.
Umm okay.
Then he turns the view and outgrowth starts flickering.
“That’s your baby’s heart beating”
He turns up the volume.
It’s like horses galloping.
Somewhere inside me a tiny human had developed a tiny heart that beats.
Somehow the two of us had managed to create this new person.
My baby.
My little baby B.
Why on earth was I crying?

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Posted by on February 21, 2015 in Uncategorized


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