To have a baby is always a joint decision but the difficult part (the painful part), is always in the stride of the woman.Guess we are capable of handling the internal and external pressures at the same time....lol. So, when me and my man decided to let our heart walk outside our bodies and dance on our heads..literally...I was pretty sure that the God is in the process of creating a magnificent small wonder for me. As the first trimester went by and took along its partner in crime, the much despised morning sickness and acidity aunt reduced its frequent visits to my would-be-penguin body, I could actually get hold of my thoughts and dwell in the imagination of THE LITTLE MIRACLE who was to be downloaded in next few months.
The man of the house had much to worry, namely the due date so that he can plan his leaves and the awesome killing looks of the baby that he thought would automatically be transferred to him by some instant pen drive. AHHH....that was indeed quite a contribution in the entire process.
After all this, I was pretty much sure that God would be very kind and generous in taking cues from me while sculpting my miracle.NO NO NO........i am not a feminist at all before you jump on any conclusions. I DESPISE silly feminism for the sake of haunting the poor men. So, as much I wanted my miracle to be replica of me in looks, I wanted the baby to inherit his fathers brain and other many such traits that I am proud of......don't ask me to count those now..have to think..;);)
So you see, life was pretty much sorted until my penguin body finally gave in and was in the mood to let go off the miracle in this awesome world. The emergency c-section software was run on and after few hitches the miracle was downloaded.
Day 5- hospital
Visitors - " The baby is completely on his father...bilkul baap pe"
Inlaws- "pulkit jaisa hai ekdum.....muahhh"
My mom- "Sirf eyes teri hain"
Month 5
The sonny boy sleeps like his dad.
Month 12
The lil dude tries combing his hairs like his father....the side partition
After 2 years
mommy daddy in argument mode....boy says " noooo mama" and hugs his father
I sit there scratching my head...!!
At this moment
The sonny boy staring at me with his father like eyes and telling me to fetch him a glass of "pann" .
Yes boss....sure i will....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
P.S.
I am extremely proud of both the rock stars in my life.....:)
The man of the house had much to worry, namely the due date so that he can plan his leaves and the awesome killing looks of the baby that he thought would automatically be transferred to him by some instant pen drive. AHHH....that was indeed quite a contribution in the entire process.
After all this, I was pretty much sure that God would be very kind and generous in taking cues from me while sculpting my miracle.NO NO NO........i am not a feminist at all before you jump on any conclusions. I DESPISE silly feminism for the sake of haunting the poor men. So, as much I wanted my miracle to be replica of me in looks, I wanted the baby to inherit his fathers brain and other many such traits that I am proud of......don't ask me to count those now..have to think..;);)
So you see, life was pretty much sorted until my penguin body finally gave in and was in the mood to let go off the miracle in this awesome world. The emergency c-section software was run on and after few hitches the miracle was downloaded.
Day 5- hospital
Visitors - " The baby is completely on his father...bilkul baap pe"
Inlaws- "pulkit jaisa hai ekdum.....muahhh"
My mom- "Sirf eyes teri hain"
Month 5
The sonny boy sleeps like his dad.
Month 12
The lil dude tries combing his hairs like his father....the side partition
After 2 years
mommy daddy in argument mode....boy says " noooo mama" and hugs his father
I sit there scratching my head...!!
At this moment
The sonny boy staring at me with his father like eyes and telling me to fetch him a glass of "pann" .
Yes boss....sure i will....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
P.S.
I am extremely proud of both the rock stars in my life.....:)
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