Miss the bump...

With hair all across the pillow, one hand under it and other across the face. Lying, upside down, with one leg diagonally spread across the bed, and the other folded under the pot belly. The ac's running at 16 degrees and you cannot really miss hubby dear, cuddled in layers of blanket in one extreme corner of the bed.

Now that is how many expecting women end up sleeping. All tossing and turning, to find atleast one comfortable position, that neither hurts her nor the baby.

Ohhhh!!!! I miss the bump...

With family and friends around, popping babies left right and center, it's a hearty feeling to just touch the bump, simply before its all set to pop out. The little one tossing and turning inside, the dilemma of his well being, the innumerable plans of the clothes, the crib, the cot, the shoes, the diaper, the talc and god knows what all. The truth is.. nothing .. and i mean nothing in the world can match the feeling of carrying another life inside you. The knowing of your own capacity to create something so beautiful. The motherhood that you had never known before. And yes, also the understanding of what your parents felt all through...

Being a mommy/ daddy is the best thing that can happen to you. It is the faith that God instills in us. It is the time you learn to pray, learn to be superstitious, learn to become responsible.

The fist sight of the little one who sleeps right next to you, so peaceful, so serene, so calm. The urge to just run a hand through the hair, to steal a little peck on the nose. the thought of this very little one, being a teeny veeny one inside and then growing into your own replica.