Blame it on the hormones – Remembering My Pregnancy – Part 1
By the beginning of month 3, the only thing I longed for was not being questioned about my feelings. I hardly knew why I was angry or sad or upset. Forget spending time to reason them out. When the husband questioned me about why I am like this or that, I asked him when is he leaving for a business visit! Okay, truly, the last thing I wanted was to be questioned. Though it was pure care, I couldn’t end up figuring out why I felt what I felt then. Lets simply call it pregnancy mood swings. Girls understand this easily you know, some guys don’t! And mine, was a baby at that then! Anyway, pregnancy was a good chance for him to understand that I can go from the “Yay-I-Love-You” to “I am going to kill you now” moment in a matter of seconds. When he went on a business visit for 2 weeks, I didn’t miss my husband and he realized it. We still joke about it. Those two weeks all I did was sleep, wake up, help a bit in cooking, if there were clothes to dry, I would do it, hardly eat, sleep again.
Every bit of my first trimester gave me goosebumps. I googled every minor symptom and was worried at everything I read. The one sane advice would be not to google your pregnancy. Some friends were pregnant and all we ever did was chat about our feelings with each other and come to a conclusion that we are actually having a normal pregnancy. By the end of month 3, I was questioned with “how are you dealing with morning sickness” I was like what was that? Almost everyone asked me, “How many times did I throw up each day?” I actually didn’t. I was confused because I hardly felt like it even though I couldn’t bear certain smells. Groundnut oil was one that made me run away from the house. In turn, everything was cooked in ghee just for me *thankful*. Actually, ghee was a neutral thing for me. My big nose only attracted what I really didn’t like! I could smell gas leakage right away and if someone smoked on the road even a house away from mine, it bothered me. Oil and cigars generally bothered me, it bothered me so much more during pregnancy. Oh, and that complete dislike for rice, I hardly had rice. A small cup was too much. I lived on fruits, veggies, Non Vegetarian starters and ice creams. *Secret foods* Pani Puri, bhel puri, dahi papdi chaat and kheers!
The one thing I had enough and don’t know when and how it happened was “Sleep”. I slept most mornings, afternoon naps were mandatory and I never missed night routines. I was lucky I had an understanding mother-in-law and my mom who let me be. I don’t usually sleep in the afternoon, but pregnancy made it a must for me. I hardly watch TV. So I turned to books. I have read books from morning to evening without moving an inch, but during pregnancy I slept by page 3(irrespective of the genre). The only book I read was “What to Expect” and I made sure that I read only for the month that I was in. Didn’t I tell you I hardly got past 3 pages? A monthly read up was too much for me then. If I wasn’t sleeping or eating or overthinking, I actually dressed up and had baby showers. They are usually held at month 5, 7 and 9. It started from month 5 at mom’s. Month 7 at mother-in-law’s and month 9 combined. This month my bump was visible and I went from size S to M.
Since summer was due in a couple of months, I bought sizes M and L because I wasn’t sure how my tummy will grow. P.S: I didn’t dress up this well when I read the book though!
Didn’t I already tell you I write only when my little one sleeps? I bet you remember that! If not, make a note of it! She woke up and would crawl her way to my laptop soon! Bye! C’ya in next part!