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Day 271 (The solo trip..!)

So all trips of Mom and MIL are done and now starts the solo (or rather duet) trip of raising the kiddo. Nervous? Yes. Excited? Hell.. yes! Scared? Ummm... a little bit.

We often don’t count the small things. Someone Opening the door while you are nursing the baby, telling the cook today’s menu while you are rocking the baby, sleeping for a couple of hours in the morning while Dadi/Nani have the kiddo time. It seems so small that you think it’s easy as hell to do it along with the other big things you have been doing. But well...we will know in few days how easy or small it is.

Whatever maybe the case... it’s gonna be a solo trip from here on and there is no going back! Kiddo will get bigger, naughtier, more demanding and what not... but you will always be that timid mother who is still learning... Sigh!

Day 270 (That day shall come ...)

So when the kid is born and you are fighting PPD/baby blues, they will tell you it gets easier after 3 months. When 3 months are nearing and you don’t see even a hint of it being easy, they will say it gets easier after 5 months. Probably when you will reach 5 months, timeline will increase to an year. The truth is it never gets easier... you just get used to of it.

There are good days and bad days. Maybe bad days are in minority but you will always find them longer and never-ending. Some days you will fall in the trap of the myth that you have mastered it all!  You know what he needs and when he needs it. But the kid will change the trick right then! And you have to start from zero.

In times like this, listen to only your partner and be in touch with only positive people. There will be people who will be happy in your misery and wish you ill when you are doing good. Mostly these people are in abundance. Never regret having taken help from anyone in this difficult phase even if it tu…

Day 269 (The unspoken truth)

No book, no mother, no mil and no experienced friend would tell you this.... being a mom is a hell lot tiring and depressing in the first phase than you expected. Your personality has gone to ashes. There is no you. All you know and remember is... your child’s last feeding time and next feeding time. You won’t remember your hobbies, your likes or your dislikes even if someone forced you to remember it.  Your confidence would be way below the previous highs you touched. You will be all time stressed and you can’t explain why to anyone. This and much more...

But trust me... never once would you regret having that tiny little bundle of joy in your arms. All those breast feeding sessions will be worth it when he takes a big burp! All depression would vanish when he licks your face and laughs. All stress would go away when you dress him in those new set of  clothes. And your only hobby would be to talk endlessly with him when he is in his playtime mode :-)

So hang in there mommies... ther…

Day 268 ( Happy birthday my love!)

Dear husband,
First of all congratulations to both of us on becoming the proud parents of our little boy. I want to let you know that you have been as amazing father in those 37+ weeks when our boy was growing inside me and these 6 days when he has been in our lives kicking, crying and sleeping. He is our little bundle of joy and a gift to you for your this birthday and all the ones coming up in the years ahead. I see so much of you in him that sometimes I am overwhelmed with how lucky I am to have 2 of you in my lives making it happier every second of each day. The way you look at him or the way he loves you back is just so dreamy sometimes. You have been so amazing to have always been an equal partner in this new phase of life. It was never my pregnancy, it was ours! Its never just my sleepless nights of breast feeding, its your burping duty sleepless nights too. Our together learning to change diapers, knowing what he wants and when he wants has been a ‘together’ graph too. And ye…

DAY 267 (Untitled... because its a rather long story!)

So.. Day 267 took a lot of days or rather months to come along..didn't it? Why? Well because I have been pregnant all this while (still am!) and its a rather busy job !

So today I am to discuss my experience with this sometimes-happy-sometimes-crazy ride with you guys.

Well where do I start? ...From the starting I guess?

The first time when you suspect and you know that you are expecting, its an ecstatic feeling! It changes so much inside you. Something just turns in your heart. From that moment on, whether you believe it or not, you are a mom and he is a dad!

Then you start dreading what's gonna happen to your body, your health. You remember all those things you saw in TV or heard while people discussed. She was puking all the time. She was on bed-rest whole 9 months. And you are praying to God to give you strength to cope with all this. You go all geeky and become a researcher of pregnancy. And internet confuses you so much. Someone says this will happen, other one says tha…

DAY 266 (House of Cards)

A lot of interest in US politics arose in India when Obama became president. Twitter chants of "Yes We Can" were floating around and let's admit it that these days Twitter does more journalism than any other media.

With this admittance of Twitter's journalism, how can we not talk about Mr. Trump? Who practically does all press statements on Twitter around midnight. So with Mr. Donald Tump's presidency, we Indians practically forgot about our President and started keeping tabs of US politics as our routine.

Amongst all this chaos, there is this one TV series that pretty much predicted all the chaos of US politics before it happened. That's House of Cards!

So much so, that season 4 ended with Frank Underwood becoming president and taking the chaos to another level and a few months later, Mr. Trump was the POTUS. There was this one interesting interview of Kevin Spacey (aka Frank Underwood) during the early season of House of Cards where he was asked whom do yo…

DAY 265 (A spoiled weekend)

Some things can spoil your days. But when those days are on a weekend, that's the biggest pain you can ever encounter.

When I was a kid, there were so many times when I came back from a bad day at school followed by infinite volume of pending homework and while I decided to do my work in peace so as not to have a worse next day, I would get to know that there is some guest coming over whom I might not be able to stand or just don't want around especially on a bad day. But then, being a kid, you don't have a say. You are dragged outside your room to give the courtesies to any guest and then answer the same repeated questions every time.

But then as I grew up, my tolerance level got better. Well...much better! After a certain age, I moved out of my hometown and started living alone in a new city and I just didn't know how to say no to anyone asking to come around my house. Honestly, I didn't mind any company and being single and living alone, it was always convenien…