Last week, I almost fitted back into my old jeans, four months after the baby was out and ..I was as happy as reaching Mars myself. Only those mothers who have bothered to walk in worst ever cat walk throughout pregnancy, with the baby bump, can relate to my madness.
Just few months before it was, when my family was finally frustrated, how terribly I was worried about inflating and inflating to a double XL size, outgrowing my beautiful wardrobe, they consoled me. Common you have given a good news! In my India there is only and only one meaning to the "good news". That's when you are going to be "mommy darling".
Next few weeks passed by, making friends with big multi-coloured vitamins and other tablets and also the devil in my throat called nausea. Like a typical Hindi Bollywood movie, I started showing up with few vomiting sessions, dizzy times that finally the head count of our family was going to increase by another.
As if the world just toppled over or you did over something, and you dread those days when you can neither see your own feet without a mirror or wear your own sock independently. Sometime back had heard few jokes like the first few years of marriage and your room smells of perfumes. In the next few years it's baby powder, baby soap and stuff. The last stage sees and smells only medicines and medicines. I looked at myself in the mirror and decided, Thank God I was still in 2nd stage. Though yet to hit 40, at times I feel I visit the dentist more than any other relative or friend.
It was not just the clothes that were changed. The seating settings of my office chair, my car and what ever. Huh. Whole lot of a roller coaster adventure. Many a times my expressions wore a disgusting warning sign that almost read "Under severe pregnancy hormonal influence- Beware of me". And people suddenly turned sober towards me. You just had to walk in to the shopping mart. The cart would just walk into you from nowhere. Soon I learnt the trick of sticking my shopping list on the cart and only pretending to bend on to pick something. Those things would pop onto my cart. There was always a good Samaritan for me everywhere. It was like a mega offer of "feel pampered-Get pregnant". Not just the family and friends, but anybody who sees you pampers you. The 9 months of luxury seems like one of those air travels in the business class, where in the cabin crew is always after you with cup of juice or food, whether you asked for it or not.
Who loves being in an insomniac spell for few months though. Last person was me. But you got to bet, every single night, I almost thought of the night security watchman at our security gate. At times, I wished, I could offer part time service to my community or take that extra walk with him as he makes his rounds in the community at midnight. Walking inside the room at mid nights were so boring.
As the roller coaster months of doing the cat walk with the baby bump rolled over, awaiting another happy spell, of a new life in your arm. There ceases flow of words. It's a feeling. That's it.