Yay!!!! We are having a baby. Its officially the 12th week and we are expecting the baby in December. December is going to be one big month for celebrations with our marriage anniversary, P's birthday, Christmas, new year and now an another birthday.
I have been feeling so so tired ever since we discovered I was carrying. I am more horizontal than vertical these days. The nausea is just so annoying. Cooking has become almost non-existent. P has been managing breakfast and dinner on his own most days and sometimes even the peapod. I think P feels I am being lazy at times because he tells me I should be active and that would keep the nausea at bay. I can not blame him because I am not sure about if I am lazy or tired myself ;) and I am just glad he lets me take advantage totally. All I know is, if I can lie down, I will, anywhere and for how ever long. If it wasn't for the baby, I probably would give up eating as well. Its sometimes just a waste of time and effort. Eating and throwing-up.
We told the peapod probably as soon as we knew and she makes odd references to the baby here and there, as in, these shoes are small for me so the baby can use it kinds, making me roll my eyes. Everytime I am throwing up, she comes and strokes my back telling me "mummaky uvav aa? vellam venno?" (mumma are you sick? do you want water?). When I am totally worn out and am tired feeling tired and am crying for no particular reason, she hugs me with a kiss and asks me if the baby is being naughty inside. Moments like these makes this mommyhood business totally worth it.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Where is my milk?
I have this feeling that unknowingly maybe I am the one that has instilled the dislike for milk in peapod. So I work at it. I tell her the benefits of milk, show her how Jellybean swipes clean a class in 2 mins, classify random people on the road as milk-drinking healthy men and women and unhealthy kinds. You get the idea of the amount of hard work that goes into brain washing my child, right?.
Yesterday I was already running late like most days for work. I asked her if she will have milk and she said she will. I went "WOW", something is working but I still did not have the time to wait for her to have her milk so I just told her she can have it at Ammachy's place or have it in the evening. She nodded her head in agreement. I was so proud of my understanding child.
We ring my mom's door bell. As soon as she opens the door, peapod walks in and orders for a FULL glass of milk. I leave before my mom can get her the milk. I smile to myself as I hurry to get to office. I ring the door bell at 7 in the evening. My mom opens the door and I can hear the peapod ask, "Ammachy where did you keep my milk?". Mom gets her the glass of milk. Of course I am surprised. One glass of milk was fine. 2 glasses of milk in a day is getting a little too much. I look at mom who has a smirk on her face. She tells me other than this howling and ordering and looking for milk and then complaining it is cold it and then after re-heating, complaining it is too hot, she hasn't had more than 2 sips the entire day. The whole thing is totally staged. She isn't drinking any milk. She is just giving out feelers. In the past when she refused to have milk, we would pull out the stories of the dog, cat or lizard who might just come in or threaten her with a smack and in defense she would sip through her milk. Might take an hour but still. Now she has decided she has had enough of all the stories and threatening business and put us on the defense with her "Where is the milk?" line. Such fine strategies at 3 I tell you. Tired with the entire day's drama, mom urges me to drink the milk. Just the thought of it makes me want to puke. She looks at both of us disapprovingly. We leave immediately.
At about 10pm, I get an sms from my cousin who lives with mom. "Its high time you and your daughter pull your act togather and finish off your quotas of milk with out the drama, talking or puking. I can not drink 2 glasses of milk a day."
I am too old to mend ways now, the only hope is the peapod. And anyway I do not think an extra glass of milk would hurt the busy 22yr old :).
Yesterday I was already running late like most days for work. I asked her if she will have milk and she said she will. I went "WOW", something is working but I still did not have the time to wait for her to have her milk so I just told her she can have it at Ammachy's place or have it in the evening. She nodded her head in agreement. I was so proud of my understanding child.
We ring my mom's door bell. As soon as she opens the door, peapod walks in and orders for a FULL glass of milk. I leave before my mom can get her the milk. I smile to myself as I hurry to get to office. I ring the door bell at 7 in the evening. My mom opens the door and I can hear the peapod ask, "Ammachy where did you keep my milk?". Mom gets her the glass of milk. Of course I am surprised. One glass of milk was fine. 2 glasses of milk in a day is getting a little too much. I look at mom who has a smirk on her face. She tells me other than this howling and ordering and looking for milk and then complaining it is cold it and then after re-heating, complaining it is too hot, she hasn't had more than 2 sips the entire day. The whole thing is totally staged. She isn't drinking any milk. She is just giving out feelers. In the past when she refused to have milk, we would pull out the stories of the dog, cat or lizard who might just come in or threaten her with a smack and in defense she would sip through her milk. Might take an hour but still. Now she has decided she has had enough of all the stories and threatening business and put us on the defense with her "Where is the milk?" line. Such fine strategies at 3 I tell you. Tired with the entire day's drama, mom urges me to drink the milk. Just the thought of it makes me want to puke. She looks at both of us disapprovingly. We leave immediately.
At about 10pm, I get an sms from my cousin who lives with mom. "Its high time you and your daughter pull your act togather and finish off your quotas of milk with out the drama, talking or puking. I can not drink 2 glasses of milk a day."
I am too old to mend ways now, the only hope is the peapod. And anyway I do not think an extra glass of milk would hurt the busy 22yr old :).
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
A family now?
It's said, A family is where no two people eat egg the same way.
This morning I made french toast for the peapod, egg bhurji with just onions for P and bhurji with onions and tomatoes for myself. So now we complete the unwritten formalities of being a family.
This morning I made french toast for the peapod, egg bhurji with just onions for P and bhurji with onions and tomatoes for myself. So now we complete the unwritten formalities of being a family.
Monday, June 01, 2009
My Shy Child
Sunday afternoon lazing around in bed, I ask the peapod to recite her alphabets, she says them all, count your colour pencils and she does a perfect 12. Identify your colours and she gives them straight with a light green and dark green as well. Gives me the days of the week and months of the year with perfection. Identifies most objects in her picture book including anaconda. Totally pleased I tell P we can enroll her in lower KG this year instead of nursery. She already knows everything she is supposed to know by the end of the year. He smiles and asks "Will she open her mouth anywhere else other than here in your bed?" Hmm ...the answer is no. For the past 6 months I have been training her to answer to the question "What is your name?". She gives me the perfect answer at home with her last name as well. You walk out and there are umpteen number of people who ruffle her curly hair and ask her "What is your name?" and all she will do is pull out her tongue and cling to my legs. I can stand there and keep prodding all I want but not a word. That is the peapod. A dozen questions every waking minute, can argue with her parents & grand parents, can scream like sunny deol in jail and is a total rowdy at home but the moment she is out, meet people she would just not respond. You spend a few hours and might start to get a feel of the rowdiness but otherwise she seems like an angel, I only remember faintly when she was about 12months.
Her nursery begins next week and I hope she adjusts. We have moved her to a different branch of the same pre-school, which we realized was closer home. Hope she has fun with her new teachers and friends.
Her nursery begins next week and I hope she adjusts. We have moved her to a different branch of the same pre-school, which we realized was closer home. Hope she has fun with her new teachers and friends.
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