Someone wisely said that one is never ready for pregnancy. It was sort of true in our case too I guess. Today, I have entered the 8th month of my pregnancy and the journey's been pretty taxing so far (with some precious moments too). I won't fill you in with gory details such as nausea, vomits, morning sickness, but with some interesting moments of my expectancy!
Firstly, I was never the motherly kinds. I spent the first four months sulking over the trillion problems that shook me. Being the foodie that I am, it came as a shock when I realised that I am allergic to Italian, Mexican, South Indian food and how can I forget to mention- EGGS! (where has all the goodness gone!)... Top being coriander, that is a part of every Indian delicacy. And then came my aversion to chaat-- who on earth said pregnant women crave for golgappe, tikki and chaat!
On rare occasions, when my attention would turn to the little one growing in my belly, I always found myself in a fix. How should I communicate with him/her as mothers around me say they did when they were expecting. I mean, how can I talk to a growing foetus? It doesn't have the brain to understand or the emotions to return back my love. Many pregnancy websites say otherwise, but 'sorry to say' in my case the baby never responded! So I chose to wait a little longer-- maybe when he/she starts kicking!
With the onset of the 6th month, my little one started to nudge me a little too often. It initially felt like some gas bubbles inside my tummy but soon I started to identify them. They felt nice but again what should I say to him/her? I remember my 7th month when he kicked me too hard. What I felt was nothing close to how I was supposed to feel! I immediately messaged my husband, "You better take care of babelink, he's kicking too hard." Now when I think of it, I feel I could have handled it better. Maybe I could have tried to converse at that point with something like- 'hey baby, missing mumma?'
Before you arrive at any conclusion, let me tell you, I love my little one just as much as probably other mothers do. But unlike my usual self, I am not yet as expressive as I should be. It feels strange at times. My sister was an ideal expectant mother- used to chat with the baby, hear positive music/mantras, stay away from beauty products... O yes, here comes another 'issue'- One should avoid bleaches, strong creams, perfumes etc while pregnant. And I so can't imagine living without them. The frequency has decreased definitely but my little one should understand that mommy loves to pamper herself in the parlour-- Please don't ask me for this!! YOU HAVE ANYWAYS MADE ME HATE MY FAVOURITE LACOSTE PERFUME! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT COSTED YOUR DADDY!!!! :((
PS: Love you loads baby! Your mommy's gonna work on her parenting skills... Dying to see you in my arms!!
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