Day 95
Ok, so we are barely out of the first trimester, and we have already started to discuss who's going to do what. Since she is carrying for the initial 9 months, i will carry for the next 18. Years, that is. 18 years of my responsibility. After that, the kid takes over. Somewhat.
This responsibility sharing, albeit on a light note, got me thinking on a very heavy note. Responsibility. Now, that I on the verge of stepping into "Pappa" shoes, I am made cognizant of all the good work, dedication and effort to raise a brat like me. In fact two brats. Me and my brother. Parenting is probably the most exciting, and at the same time challenging. unpaid job. But i guess the end result makes it all worth while. If your child does good at school, you thump your chest with pride. If he does well at sports, you again thump your chest with pride. If he turns out to be a good professional, and more importantly a good person, you just thank each other, and say well done.
A child will take the personality of the people around him. So this will be like living on the camera 24x7. Someone will be watching you continously. Every step you take will be noted, possibly reflected in the future.
Am i ready for it? I guess, we shall find out soon enough!
"When you have brought up kids, there are memories you store directly in your tear ducts. ~Robert Brault,"
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Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
Oh Sweet Lord!
Right now, I am comfortable with the fact that soon i am going to be a dad. In due time, there will be a little one to call me "Pa", or "Pappa" or what ever else he / she can muster.
It seems unbelievable that 'THAT' time is already here.
Till yesterday i was making plans for the long overdue trip to Leh, our tickets were booked, and other details taken care of.
Today, we have cancelled the trip.
I have always been petrified of fatherhood. The responsibilities, new role and multiple hats to wear have always had a not so encouraging impact on me. That is, until the stork came calling.I did not know how to handle it all, so did the best thing i could. I stayed calm.
We had gone to her parent's house to surprise them on their 30th wedding anniversary. Little did we know that we would come back with a much bigger surprise. A surprise that would rock our world. Literally.
Wifey was not ready for this. She had gone ballistic and worried sick about "how will we manage the finances?" and "are we ready for this?" and "What the F#$%!!", which was what really got us here in the first place.
I wasn't ready either, and i figure I never would have been, but what surprised me the most was my own reaction to the whole development. As if i had been waiting for this moment my whole married life. Knowing somewhere, that it would happen one day. It had to happen one day.
Our parents, needless to say are super ecstatic, a joy we did not quite understand in the beginning. Today, it has started to make sense.
We have had two ultrasound scans so far, one to confirm the pregnancy, and the other to check for Down's syndrome in the fetus. Both moments have been life changing for me. My wife, needless to say, is undergoing tremendous hormonal, emotional and physical changes. But as a man, the father I am undergoing a spiritual changes. Yeah, weird , I know. When i heard the baby heart beat for the first time, everything around me stopped. Just like they show in the movies. My heart skips a beat everytime i think of that moment.
The second time around, i thanked god with all my heart that the fetus was developing normally. It is times like these when i remember what my father used to tell me when we were school going lads- "Son, don't forget to thank God for the normal life he has given you". It all makes sense now.
We are past the first trimester, and by God's grace things are going fine, with mother and fetus :) . Fine except for the nausea filled mornings, sleep filled days , mood swings, countless advices and weird food cravings. The other day she wanted to have peaches, which won't be in season for another 4 months or so. Today she has forgotten the peaches.
But all is well.
Our journey has truly begun now. And as the wisemen say, the fun starts now.
Stay tuned.
It seems unbelievable that 'THAT' time is already here.
Till yesterday i was making plans for the long overdue trip to Leh, our tickets were booked, and other details taken care of.
Today, we have cancelled the trip.
I have always been petrified of fatherhood. The responsibilities, new role and multiple hats to wear have always had a not so encouraging impact on me. That is, until the stork came calling.I did not know how to handle it all, so did the best thing i could. I stayed calm.
We had gone to her parent's house to surprise them on their 30th wedding anniversary. Little did we know that we would come back with a much bigger surprise. A surprise that would rock our world. Literally.
Wifey was not ready for this. She had gone ballistic and worried sick about "how will we manage the finances?" and "are we ready for this?" and "What the F#$%!!", which was what really got us here in the first place.
I wasn't ready either, and i figure I never would have been, but what surprised me the most was my own reaction to the whole development. As if i had been waiting for this moment my whole married life. Knowing somewhere, that it would happen one day. It had to happen one day.
Our parents, needless to say are super ecstatic, a joy we did not quite understand in the beginning. Today, it has started to make sense.
We have had two ultrasound scans so far, one to confirm the pregnancy, and the other to check for Down's syndrome in the fetus. Both moments have been life changing for me. My wife, needless to say, is undergoing tremendous hormonal, emotional and physical changes. But as a man, the father I am undergoing a spiritual changes. Yeah, weird , I know. When i heard the baby heart beat for the first time, everything around me stopped. Just like they show in the movies. My heart skips a beat everytime i think of that moment.
The second time around, i thanked god with all my heart that the fetus was developing normally. It is times like these when i remember what my father used to tell me when we were school going lads- "Son, don't forget to thank God for the normal life he has given you". It all makes sense now.
We are past the first trimester, and by God's grace things are going fine, with mother and fetus :) . Fine except for the nausea filled mornings, sleep filled days , mood swings, countless advices and weird food cravings. The other day she wanted to have peaches, which won't be in season for another 4 months or so. Today she has forgotten the peaches.
But all is well.
Our journey has truly begun now. And as the wisemen say, the fun starts now.
Stay tuned.
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