The irresistible Eighth month

The Eighth month irresistible itch

A strange beautiful feeling arousing my mind and soul with anxiety and utter happiness ,getting anxious day by day  along with that emotional pinch and that fluttering movement in the belly makes me more enthusiastic and delighted ,these rhythmic movements going on with any cool music fosters me to feel and enjoy the ensuing motherhood .        

Today I woke up with a power packed kick of the baby, it was like as if the baby doesn't like getting late in the morning. I could actually see the squirming on my bulging belly, the movements that the baby makes, probably she/he wants to peep out and see the world.

The uncomfortable feeling is more turning to anxiety of eagerness to see my little one soon in my arms. 

I have already started imagining the little one, how he/she is going to look and how she is going to react to see me etc.

Does she know me? Will she be comfortable being with me? Can I take care of her?

These questions often keep on troubling me. Being a mother is not a cake walk ofcourse. I take care of myself so that my baby remains safe, this feeling is so special and will always be close to my heart.

This is my eighth month and I have successfully spent seven months waiting for you, darling.

Five months were tough for your mom, baby. I will definitely tell you once you will come. I was not able to eat anything, even was not able to drink water, the doctors say it Obstetric Cholestasis, yeah, I know quite a medical term, I could not walk properly, I was so tired but I managed those five months just to see you infront of me.

I always kept being a mother below everything but the news of “YOU”  being there in me turned the table completely, I started feeling as if I am there just to see you.

That very feeling is so special that these words will fall short of describing that.

Do you see baby, even before coming, u have become so special into our lives.

I will always cherish these moments till the rest of my life.

Yeah, I know I am not the only mother in this world but yes I am the mother of my baby.

 I see those peculiar ultrasound photos and try to see where you are and how you look, try to figure out what you must be doing at that time and trust me as many times I see those photos, everytime you change your cute poses.

I can feel you squirming, moving, kicking and dancing, yeah, I know you love dancing. I check my weight and I am a bit bothered about my weight gain, got those white tigress stripes that mark your upcoming arrival into my life.

I can’t fit into my favourite dresses , can’t walk properly but everything is fine when you tease me by your sudden kicks.

I smile, I giggle, I have mood swings to the top, I know it’s YOU. You made me to eat Cassata at 12 in the midnight, and then made me rush to the bathroom puking out everything but let me tell you, you are very experimental with taste.

I can smell everything cooking in the neighbourhood as well; rice, curry and how I hate onion and garlic , yeah , I know I have become quite dramatic.

I have got sweet tooth since the time you are there with me, you have become chatting buddy, you must be a girl as you love chatting, oh let’s not make it gender specific.

I have planned the names already, sh! not going to tell, you have to wait for this. Even before coming into this world you have already stolen my heart. I know it’s just a beginning and have to cross many miles though I feel as if I have grown those innate traits of a mother.

Doctor says ,by 23^rd January 2015, you will be there in my arms but that’s too long now, can’t wait to see you my baby bee, love you to the moon and backJ