back off...i am on a roll!!

There is little going on in my head other than my impending delivery. And i am getting nastier by the minute. And yes, i get a lot of relief when i can snap at someone, make sarcastic remarks. So no one tell me to take it easy or even worse  -ask me my due date. Trespass at your own risk. 
What i cant stand is the look i get  from most people who see me everyday with a 'Oh u r still around, you poor thing' look or the the hopeful looks from V every time i wince in pain trying to pass some harmless gas (even thats an effort) . Aaaargh!!! you are not making it any easier...
Poor V doesnt get to steer clear...but poor V can tiptoe- something he never learns.This time no one has escaped my wrath, not even my poor Mil. She is the luckiest of all of them as i dare not snap at her and she keeps me so well fed that i can hardly get nasty there.
I on the other hand am little to blame- its been 9 months for god sake and its all your fault people who told me that second children come early.And ofcourse the weather is of no help either.Back pain, cramps, and the list is endless...I could go on and on. Now am i justified being cranky? Dont you dare try and placate me.I know all of you have gone through the same, doesnt give me any relief, so shut it.


And guys i hope i will have a husband and some friends left at the end of it all...Please be graceful and forgive me when i crawl back to u. But for now steer clear!!!

real or fake...

What is with women i don't know, the minute you have had a baby you think you have some Phd on the topic and often more knowledge than the doctor.

This realization struck me last night  and yes i am talking about myself. As i sat assessing my pains last night whether or not i was in real labor, it dawned on me i did not know. I, who could spew out preggie facts a mile a minute had no clue what to do.Brave in the face of pain , i have always been, pooh poohing at others weaknesses and was in doubt for the first time.I prided on the fact that i would not have to run to the doctor at the slightest twinge and would be fully aware when i needed to go. But last night was a prick in the shoulder.

I am sheepishly thinking how i have acted like a know it all to all the those poor preggie friends who had the misfortune of sharing their pregnant woes woes with me.God save those who cross my path after this delivery, then i will be positively insufferable. But i already think i have earned it.OMG! what if i was in those ages where people routinely had a dozen kids..ha..ha..probably i would have a career in midwifery..on second thoughts no..that would require leg work and i think i will be more suited to being on the advisory board. Apologies ppl!!
Coming back to my false alarm, the sweet, elderly  and smiling nurse reminded me of a  painful fact- every false run includes an internal exam ( and all my fellow mums who nodding in grave agreement of what that entails when you have not started dilating)...On that note lets hope the dry runs are over ( sheesh...pun intended) :P

Does everyone feel like this...or do i need to get shot in the head?

Frantic calls from home have put me in a tizzy, yes i am due anytime in the next 15 days but i seem a little slow catching on the excitement the others seem to feel back home. But this is the way i have felt all through this pregnancy.
 Like all tired mums, i am waiting to pop since i got pregnant but its a different wait this time. I am sure this post will make me a social outcaste, i can see all thos mums shocked expressions. Dont get me wrong i always wanted a second child but only after having the first one i realised the extent of heart space this child of mine has upsurped. Well, rationale tells me its possible to love more an one person to bursting proportions...but i did feel it was impossible.
I have dutifully prepped myself with my first born's baby videos hoping to melt at the sight of baby cuteness and also sniffing through her baby clothes hoping to feel the sweet milky smell, but hormones seem to evade me this time. I am all prepared, clinically to welcome this baby. Even shopping did not excite me this time and that is a shocker, even shopping for plastic dabbas gets me excited.
 Is it going to be a 'been there done that' case? Am i inviting scorn for saying that? Arent mums supposed to be rivers of infinite love an all that jazz. What always bothered me as a kid was not having enough baby pics of myself but albums devoted to my older brother's first year (I did make up for the lack of baby pics with older ones whereas my brother couldnt care less about his pics being taken).

 Dont slot me in a neglected second child starved of love kind of picture, i was quite the pampered brat. So i have no excuse for my insane thoughts. Its not my first born i am worried about who has her lion's share of attention and will continue to do so not just from me, but the poor little one to come who i am scared will not evoke the same choke in the throat feelings.

So, my dear baby boovie( thats the name u have been given by ur older sis for some reason),these are musings of a mad hormonal mum who is physically incapable of keeping her mind occupied with sane thoughts, but let me assure you of rib cracking , face squeezing , snuggle till you will suffocate, excitement from an older sister who cant wait to hold you( mildly putting).

Twiddling thumbs
Your nervous momma

its due anytime now...this post is long overdue though!!

This preggie mommma had absolutely nothing to do in the last nine months so no excuses come to my mind as to why is this so long overdue
My lil wonder no2 was conceived with the maximum practicality and well thought out reasoning.Yes, we need to have another child for K to play with and grow up with and it will complete our family and of course the most valid reason- before i shed all this last pregnancy weight i should have one more child, then i can be thin once for all...Ya right, that sounds absolutely correct... well dont snigger, i am sure it has crossed most of your mommy minds.Now that i am almost ready to pop( its been 9 months already!) i am dreading that  gym that's lurking around the corner.
Oh no! i have run out of excuses to procrastinate! there is still the puppy fat and post wedding growth spurt and the first baby cellulite ...where does time fly.Living in the land of skinny mommies to chubby babies (whats with this south east Asian women, where the hell do they grow their babies) is of no help.Well i come from the land of khaate peete ghar ke log with scrawny babies who super tantrums to eat their veggies, even though their mums stuffed their faces all 9 months..Sigh!! welcome to my club of perpetually pregnant looking ladies..Just building up so that i can post some photos and not be judged to harshly ;)