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Round Three

So this is it! The third trimester that promises to be nothing less than Round 3 of a boxing game. I am happily rounding up, my pictures will show you a well rounded face, a bump that is bulging and making its presence felt and a body that is slowly slowing down. I am what you would describe, an active person who is inherently is super lazy…give me a task and I’d be happy to do it, except that I decide when it ought to be done! My five minute to one hour snooze is precious, I am happy let go of my dusting chores (if I have any) for a good book…and on some days the happiest person in the house to order out! This third trimester is now slowing me down…a little every day, but that’s okay. 

What’s not is that is that I have messed up my emotional balance. The smallest of provocation and the hidden tears well up in my eyes, they roll down easily, leaving me with a red face and a sore head. More often than not, the stimulus is not worthy of a tear…but then there are also those times that instead of handling the issue like a mature adult I have burst out in tears and in full grown public view sometimes! Take for instance, a street fight I got into because of an everyday non-issue like parking. I had an altercation with a guard, then the owner of a house and one irate comment later I was trembling with anger and hate. I walked away, bought the milk at the booth and burst out in tears the moment Aniruddha came. 

The work load is cracking me up and having to hear unpleasant things at this hour is certainly not helping. Television is not for the weak minded…and the little bun inside is leaving me quite worked up already. I am not the kind who gets flustered at the slightest provocation, or cannot handle pressure, but if someone wants to add more kilos just for the heck of it, I can’t take it…at least not now! And really, I don’t want to. I don’t want to push my bump around in a place where it doesn’t matter..it’s a waste of my time and insult to my ego!! Like Aniruddha says, ‘Don’t let unimportant people make you feel they are important in your life. Take a job as a job and finish it without a sweat (or tear)!’ Thank God, for a husband like him, I get to keep my sanity at home! By the way, did I tell you, he’s learnt how to operate the washing machine?? 🙂 He knows how to make his bumped up wife happy!! 

Apart from the cribbing session, there is of course an adorable story to tell about Googly. Last week, an Army Officer was narrating to me an operation that he commanded. So while he filled me up with details of how and where he was standing, where the bad guy was and how he was gunned down, I was left with goose bumps all over…but more than that…it was baby Googly who was hyper active throughout the narration. Googly punched, kicked and twisted for effect…as if she/ he was watching an action film! Anyways…this is the kind of action that I’d rather keep my baby away from…at least for as long as I can…
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Crib – Crib – Cribbing!!

So my driver has quit, my cook is unwell and my maid makes it a point to come at 6 in the morning when I am dog tired to get up and supervise! 

I have taken 2 weeks to finish a 200 page book…

My trip to the parlor has been pushed by 3 weeks…don’t you look at my feet! 

I have a week left in office and there are a hazaar things that are breaking my back…deadlines, scripts, storyboards for shoots, budgets, coordination, handovers…

And on top of that I have a foul mood! I am cracking up almost everyday…have sobbed about thrice already!

I have 3 pretty innovative blog posts to write, they are all waiting to be finished. 

I complete 2 1/2 years of marriage today…

There’s a month left for my 30th birthday!

I will be away from Aniruddha for a long time now…

Separation pangs…

My maternity leave will hardly be a leave…

I have too many books to finish…

I haven’t got an increment letter yet…

Don’t know if I would get any…

I am cribbing…and cribbing some more! 

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Pushing the bump around!

Last weekend when we walked into our favourite restaurant for lunch, we were told we had to wait. It was nearly 3 then and though I had munched after breakfast, the growls were slowly setting in. I smiled and said, of course we would! They were sweet enough to bring us all chairs to sit on…but about 10 minutes later I was at the edge of the seat! I stood up, looked around for an empty table…growl, growl, growl…the bump was about to throw a fit any minute! Thankfully, the table was soon found and I didn’t have to push the bump ahead! 

I am what you would say a woman who has never taken advantage of being one! I mean, I am pushy but I am not pushy just because I am a woman. For instance, I don’t get into a bus or a metro and expect men to get up from their seats. Though there was a time when I’d stare so hard that the man sitting on a woman’s seat would almost melt under the glare! In most cases, I’d expect the man to stand up for a woman who needs it…an aged, infirm elder or even a pregnant woman. If the man turned out to be an imbecile, insensitive man I’d make myself heard! And it worked…

Today, the tables have turned and I find myself at the other end. For someone who has been so independent all her life, I am not comfortable pushing the bump around. I don’t like men holding the door for me. I don’t like someone walk slow for me. I don’t like it when someone offers to come over to my desk instead of me walking over! I don’t like the expressions that silently say, “Oh, it’s okay, she is pregnant!” I am not pushing the envelope here, and I am definitely not saying that having the bump has not changed anything about me. It has…and yes a lot! But despite all the changes in my body and mind, this is one trait that I find difficult to overcome. 

Yesterday, our driver quit. It’s my last month at work and I won’t be needing a driver from August onwards. But there is still this one month of office that I will attend…Aniruddha is upset that we don’t have a driver…our parents are paranoid too! But I know I can manage this last leg…it’s not that I am in the 9th month and I can’t get behind the wheel! Thankfully, my car has been built for a woman with a bump! I am a safe driver, I buckle up and maintain my speed. I know I will be fine…but then the question creeps in…am I being too hard on myself? I have had friends read my journal and say how they’ve had to cook and take public transport all their nine months, and that I am lucky! I know, I am. But I cannot settle for an easy life even when I don’t need it…a few weeks down, perhaps I would have something else to say…but for now, I am thrilled to be behind the wheel! 😀 

I’d like all the recent mommies to comment on this and help me out. Did you push your bump around? And is it okay to do so? And if yes…how can it be a guilt-free experience?