The next few days were to bring us real good news.
Life was treating me really well. The husband was happily taking all my mood swings in his stride, and so was mother dear.
My pillows were there to support me, quite literally, through good days and bad. Although, war had been declared upon them by dear husband, who, any given day, would have fallen off the bed at night, but miraculously didn't. Much to my dismay ;)
The good news that we were waiting for, finally came our way, albeit, almost at the beginning of the final month.
No more bed rest and no more taking rest. This was indeed a sad day in my love story with the pillows because was time to say goodbye to them! This was weird, this feeling of sleeping in a flat position, where my head was on the same plane as the rest of my lower half.
In the world of me looking like a mix between Jessica Alba and Nigella Lawson, there would be a Hollywood-style baby shower, with lots of cool gifts, some sexy lingerie, cute little baby clothes and me in a sooper dooper cool Oscar de la Renta gown!
But, alas! This was me, remember?! The queen of sad endings. Baah Humbug!
There was indeed a baby shower, but a desi, Bengali style one. In fact, come to think of it, it wasn't a shower at all! It was just a small lunch gathering, with culinary items of my choice, THAT'S ALL!!!
Jessica Alba Shalba be damned! On the morning of the pretentious shower, I couldn't find one shirt that would fit me! GAAAH!
NOT ONE SHIRT! I was, in fact, even tempted to try one of husband's tees, I was so desperate. The one cool top that I had kept aside for this special day refused to go beyond my by-now size 40 DD bust! :o
I finally settled on a REALLY REALLY LARGE, rather XXL, tunic, that I had quite smugly tossed away previously. The tunic was the only item of clothing that could accommodate my ever-increasing bust and bum. I MEAN, SERIOUSLY, I never knew I had gotten that big!
In the meantime, the bump had decided that s/he had his/her own plans, much to our shock...
Life was treating me really well. The husband was happily taking all my mood swings in his stride, and so was mother dear.
My pillows were there to support me, quite literally, through good days and bad. Although, war had been declared upon them by dear husband, who, any given day, would have fallen off the bed at night, but miraculously didn't. Much to my dismay ;)
The good news that we were waiting for, finally came our way, albeit, almost at the beginning of the final month.
No more bed rest and no more taking rest. This was indeed a sad day in my love story with the pillows because was time to say goodbye to them! This was weird, this feeling of sleeping in a flat position, where my head was on the same plane as the rest of my lower half.
In the world of me looking like a mix between Jessica Alba and Nigella Lawson, there would be a Hollywood-style baby shower, with lots of cool gifts, some sexy lingerie, cute little baby clothes and me in a sooper dooper cool Oscar de la Renta gown!
But, alas! This was me, remember?! The queen of sad endings. Baah Humbug!
There was indeed a baby shower, but a desi, Bengali style one. In fact, come to think of it, it wasn't a shower at all! It was just a small lunch gathering, with culinary items of my choice, THAT'S ALL!!!
Jessica Alba Shalba be damned! On the morning of the pretentious shower, I couldn't find one shirt that would fit me! GAAAH!
NOT ONE SHIRT! I was, in fact, even tempted to try one of husband's tees, I was so desperate. The one cool top that I had kept aside for this special day refused to go beyond my by-now size 40 DD bust! :o
I finally settled on a REALLY REALLY LARGE, rather XXL, tunic, that I had quite smugly tossed away previously. The tunic was the only item of clothing that could accommodate my ever-increasing bust and bum. I MEAN, SERIOUSLY, I never knew I had gotten that big!
In the meantime, the bump had decided that s/he had his/her own plans, much to our shock...
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