SO, there I was, pregnant and unemployed. OH, sorry, I was on a forced leave and taking rest :s
Life had suddenly changed tracks and everything we had planned to a T was thrown out the window and we were left clueless.
Any hoo, there were more exciting things in life than crying over a job that wasn't mine to be. This was JUST A JOB, after all. In the bigger scheme of things, it didn't matter.
I had happily settled into a routine even without the job. I was still on bed rest and had some new best friends, MY SEVEN PILLOWS!
Yes, the double bed was now a bit too small to accommodate a heavily pregnant me, my true love, i.e. my pillows, and the husband, who had been relegated to one tiny little corner of the bed, much to his dismay ;)
Sleeping, in fact, even laying down, was now a nightmare. I literally needed a crane to put me down and another one to get me back up.
The husband was by now officially scared of me. My mood swings had everybody on their best behaviour. Nobody would mess with me. I was the in-house devil-cum-cruella D'evil ;)
If the term bridezilla was coined for brides-to-be who turned into Godzilla, then I was the damn PREGZILLACONDA, pregnant with the combined venom AND size of Godzilla and Anaconda!!! HISSSSSS!
And much to my glee, I was woken up to hot fresh bed tea every morning by the husband! This was great, getting pregnant!!! Never had I ever been woken up to bed tea by him. The Gods were finally listening!
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. D-day was finally nearing, and so was what felt like the 100 kg mark!!!
I was HUGE by now, every task was a pain to do. I was as big as a house and moving me meant serious business. Nothing would fit me anymore. All the clothes that I had smugly kept away thinking that I would never be THIS FAT, were now TIGHT. YEP!
Destiny was biting me in the bum, CHOMP CHOMP!!!
Life had suddenly changed tracks and everything we had planned to a T was thrown out the window and we were left clueless.
Any hoo, there were more exciting things in life than crying over a job that wasn't mine to be. This was JUST A JOB, after all. In the bigger scheme of things, it didn't matter.
I had happily settled into a routine even without the job. I was still on bed rest and had some new best friends, MY SEVEN PILLOWS!
Yes, the double bed was now a bit too small to accommodate a heavily pregnant me, my true love, i.e. my pillows, and the husband, who had been relegated to one tiny little corner of the bed, much to his dismay ;)
Sleeping, in fact, even laying down, was now a nightmare. I literally needed a crane to put me down and another one to get me back up.
The husband was by now officially scared of me. My mood swings had everybody on their best behaviour. Nobody would mess with me. I was the in-house devil-cum-cruella D'evil ;)
If the term bridezilla was coined for brides-to-be who turned into Godzilla, then I was the damn PREGZILLACONDA, pregnant with the combined venom AND size of Godzilla and Anaconda!!! HISSSSSS!
And much to my glee, I was woken up to hot fresh bed tea every morning by the husband! This was great, getting pregnant!!! Never had I ever been woken up to bed tea by him. The Gods were finally listening!
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. D-day was finally nearing, and so was what felt like the 100 kg mark!!!
I was HUGE by now, every task was a pain to do. I was as big as a house and moving me meant serious business. Nothing would fit me anymore. All the clothes that I had smugly kept away thinking that I would never be THIS FAT, were now TIGHT. YEP!
Destiny was biting me in the bum, CHOMP CHOMP!!!
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