My Lady of the Lantern

In case, you think I am obsessed with this little guy....you are partially correct. Z-'s recent interaction with me last week was regarding CBub. Her photograph is at my bedside. He came into my room, and asked if I had been asleep. I wasn't. I was sitting on the edge of my bed. " Oh, is the baby asleep then? " I turned around to see my blanket was scrunched onto one side of the bed....giving the impression of someone snuggled in (perhaps). I shook my head into a no. I said the baby wasn't asleep. He asked where the baby was. When I responded that the baby was with God, he just repeated the 'fact' to himself. No 'adult' responses/expressions came from him. For him the baby in question is not the one adults perceive in my tummy, but the baby whose pic is at my bedside. That is the baby he sees. That is the baby he said Goodbye to when he ran down our stairs ( after the interaction, and on my request ) - no flinching, no judging. And from a ...

Someone phoned up my Dad to appreciate the fact that he had received my bro's wedding invite in the mail so much in advance. My dad's instantaneous response was that the credit went to Elsie, for she had been taking care of the invites. Receiving unexpected appreciation made me happy. How perfect. ---- To read even more perfect moments, visit Lori .

...wasn't too big. I was in the backseat of a taxi. My purse was sharing the seat. It was a November evening, and the city lights were deliciously lit. And in that gazing out, I had my palms pasted on my belly. And right next to my navel, a foot almost jutted out. It was just a moment, but I was able to grab the foot before it went back in. The taxi driver didn't see it. My fellow travellers who were unwillingly halted on the traffic signal did not see it. The traffic was set in motion, and a smile was pasted on my face.

So 16th evening, there happened to be a party next door. There was a percussion instrument played briefly and I couldn't help but dance with the beat. To my pleasant surprise, there was dancing inside me too! I noticed the same on 17th. Not that I was dancing, but there was music coming from afar, and the kiddo seemed to be tuned in. On 18th we attended an event and there was live music with the orchestra playing a range of songs. I told my mum to look at my belly. I expected to see the same thing happen....it didn't! We were sitting and the gift ( we had taken ) was in my lap. One side of the box was touching my belly, and I felt that kiddo kicked when the box was in touch with my belly...otherwise nothing happened, even when the song changed. The band played a tune I am very fond of, and I began to hum gently to the tune....there are some lines that I love...and baby kicked with that....the song was not loud and full of crazy beats, but was on a little more melodious sid...

As I stated in the title itself, I don't mean this as a whine. After the apparent false start in August, the SPD has begun to show its appearance again. The pain isn't much, very manageable and it becomes very obvious when I hit the bed for the night. Sleeping on any side has become a bit tougher, but what worries me is that I often catch myself sleeping on my back during the night. I don't want to mess with the ven@ c@v@. The other characteristic is that the pain isn't consistent on all nights...sometimes the pain is almost just not there. What is the difference is what escapes my imagination currently. The other thing is that the aspirin is leading to me bruising easily. Itchy skin to scratching to red lines on the skin - that is what can be very easily seen recently. Also, any rash/allergy seems to flare very quickly. The flipside was my referencing the all-knowing Dr. Google on consumption of aspirin and some material I found made me a little doozy. I take low...

Yesterday evening, I visited a mail account I hadn't been to in a long while. In one of the numerous folders I found copies of certain conversations (mails) between me and DH. And in most of them, either he or I were clarifying our stands over daily mundane stuff. I have not exactly forgotten our past. And reading through those mails, incidents forming the context of the mails became alive again. I am glad we are over all those things. Besides the fact that we were getting habituated and acclimatized with each other, the physical separation that led to an emotional and mental separation was hard on us. Few factors complicated this acclimatization, and we were snapping at each other most of the times. That was also a time we had slipped into the not-preventing mode. We were passively active, and the future of our reproductive life was still a quiet unknown. Infertility as a word in our life had not exactly made an appearance. Reading all that took me down the memory lane of ...

(you would understand the title reference if you went through the penultimate post) ...You would never believe this post came from me!!! Hold your heart... The secret weapon is ....ahem.... exercise . I do two basic breathing exercises and very primordial kind of extremities-twisters. The two breathing exercises I do, include: 1. deep breathing in tailor position I love sitting like this. I began to do this with more sincerity (along with other exercises) when I was around 10-12 weeks pregnant. I suspected it would get tougher, but so far I am still able to manage it. And the bonus is that Season always moves/kicks when I am sitting like this. 2. @nulom vil(o)m pr@n@yam Yup, I do this too. And then the basic kindergarten level shaking....keeping hands stretched parallel to legs and opening and closing palms like flashing lights or grabbing air, moving the feet from the ankles (clockwise and counter-clockwise) and when I am at it, I will do the same to my poor head....Next t...