WAITING FOR YOU

Lot of times, I have wondered if pregnancy is such a tough phase in a woman’s life? This statement is a shocking remark, I must say. Many women would disagree with me. Or rather I won’t get a single vote for this expression of mine. 

Or did I just exaggerate a little?

But, all the women who are reading this; take your time to understand the in depth meaning of what I wish to say.

The moment I learnt that I was pregnant, I was excited, but I am not a person who drags my excitement because I don’t usually get the idea of building castles up in the air. I informed my parents and my husband’s. The whole issue ended. We were extremely happy and expressed our joys to each other. We waited patiently to tell the outside world even though we had anticipated “The, you never told us moment” from everyone.

It’s happy news indeed for which I have no denial. But, what if we had our own opinions about when the world must know it. Or maybe I am an over protective mother who doesn’t wish to divulge much details about my baby’s well-being.

On the whole, it is just maturity that saved the day’s spirit.

I didn’t have much difficulty during the initial part of my pregnancy, even though I have heard many women reciting their stories of struggles with hormonal changes leading to bouts of ill health all the time. I realized no sooner, that my child was really an angel. It never made me fall sick even for a day. I continued my routine just like any other normal woman would. I did my daily chores at home as well as office like a pro.

At no given point of time, did my child ever trouble me with early morning symptoms. I would get up early, finish my chores at home, drive to the office, work at full pace like I didn’t have any trouble, get back home and again continue with my chores. My husband was a big moral support. He helped me in every aspect, at home and at office, decisions at personal level and professional help. He was the biggest spirit I had throughout my pregnancy.

I knew my child was really accommodating, not needing much attention, in fact any attention at all. I would often forget that I was carrying a baby. So tender, so gentle, so sweet is the little one.

I have progressed well in my pregnancy. I was more than confident that my child by now would know how to react and be strong. I was ready now and we began telling everyone that I was on my family way.

I have thoroughly enjoyed my baby’s movements in the womb. I continue to enjoy and we have small talks often. When I place my hand on my womb, there is another little hand that tries to grab mine. That feeling is joyous and wonderful. This little joy was zealous and exuberant. It only made my pregnancy a joyous ride that I can cherish for the rest of my life. I can never point out one ill health day because of the baby. It has adjusted a lot and has also given me tremendous support throughout the course of my pregnancy.

This letter I write for the little life inside, thanking it for being so caring and kind towards its mother. The little life inside is truly god sent.

If I ever have to thank someone for helping me out throughout my pregnancy making it a fabulous journey, the entire credit falls on my dear husband who from outside gave me the strength and courage to always be me. The other someone I want to thank is my dear baby for providing me the same courage and comfort from inside. These two fantabulous people are all that I probably need forever…..

Thank you little one…. For making my pregnancy cherishable so far!!!