It’s not gas!
I have been hee-hawing about how to do this post. I mean, I don’t want to make an “announcement” as such, and I have tried various permutations of stories it can fit into. But I guess there is no other way to do this than give it to you straight. I AM KNOCKED UP. There – it is out of my system now. I can scamper off and comment on all those preggie blogs saying “me too!! me too!!”
PS: I will not be saying “I am starting a family” or “I am going the family way” because I believe I already have a wonderful family and in that sense I am already IN the family way. First-born definitely is a most anticipated add-on.
I am 20 weeks along now and by about 15 weeks, I started showing. Everybody who looked at me believed that I must be preggie, except for dear K. WHO THOUGHT IT WAS GAS. I mean you can’t have gas for 2 whole weeks can you? But Sir was still skeptical. Until we had the first ultrasound that showed a tiny alien looking creature wriggling around in my belly. My baby! That moment was the most awesome one I can think of till now. A whole new life inside me! And yes, K no longer thinks it is gas.
My mom has been pretty helpful so far. She has been trying to look up baby names on the internet and she even called up all excited because she had found a few good ones:
Mom: Clueless, I found some really nice names online
Clueless: Thats nice ma…which alphabet?
Mom: I want to find some in every alphabet! I am getting there!
Clueless: OK..tell me the ones you found
Mom: I forgot
Mom: Yeah, I did not write them down and now I don’t remember them
Thanks a lot ma! At this rate, the baby names list will remain unpopulated until I pop and then your grandkid will be named John Doe or Jane Doe by the creative hospital staff. Thats because K and I are so uncreative that we tried thinking up nicknames for the baby and so far we have ended up calling our would-be-first-born all the nicknames we call our dog with. Sigh!
So, finally this blog is going to get some fodder because now I can talk about the things I have been dying to share. From the awesome food my ILs keep bringing over to hilarious attempts at training Rummy the textbook way to be ready for a baby. Exhale!
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