My pregnancy and Michael Jackson's death

My pregnancy and Michael Jackson's death
What's the connection?? Well a very deep one...
Having A Third Baby!! OMG!, Are you sure!, Really, WOW you're Brave !!! Yes, these are exactly the reaction's I have been getting ever since I have become visibly pregnant. It's almost like having committed a crime, at-least for those of us who understand the implication of a growing population in India. Having a third after two girls is still a more comprehensible proposition as compared to having a third after two boys!!

Accident it was, a huge one. Actually speaking it was my gynecologists fault...totally, FOR SURE! She had told us that due to hormonal reasons I never understood, there was no way I would conceive any more. This was the best time of our life. Done with two kids who were also now grown up, we had something to look forward to every evening -:) ...life was perfect....Then Michael Jackson died.

Sorrow was followed by in-numerous number of nights spent with friends dancing away to Jacko's numbers. We were all young again, were transpired into our growing up days...that's what triggered the damn hormones. Had he not died the cycle of drinks...dance....and the deed would have never been set in motion.

Well now the deed was done. After much contemplation about reasons of my sickness I finally did the test. God Bless Home Pregnancy Tests! They never existed when we were growing up, at least not in Rajasthan. Yup...positive it was. I was left speechless. Although my husband tried to sound and look sympathetic, I figured he was very very happy deep inside. It was almost like he had won a trophy. I know him, he must have told himself WOW, Well done my Boy!! I can still do it!!

Next day we scheduled a test, Pelvic sonography!! What the hell was that..we never had to do this with the earlier kids!! We decided to behave and go with the flow. The hospital environment and the undressing both freak me out. I remember when I was having my first one I would invariable leave my undergarments behind, was too nervous to even put them back on. With the second one I got smarter...I never wore any for a scheduled appointment.

Oh well, the doctor was in and we saw the first glimpse of our baby. We could hear the heart beat foot race like a wild horse chasing wind. If I had wings I would fly. I do not remember a moment of more serene excitement in our lives. I was going to have a baby and this time I was doing it just for myself. We managed to steer our way through the initial embarrassment, the if's, the but's, the age, the fear of sleepless nights, diaper changes, the works and got settled with the thought of a special one growing inside of me.

Now that I am one the other side of thirties I am more at peace, more in control of my emotions, my moods, my apprehensions and also my desires. I hope and intend to devote as much time and energy, as I can. Given that's a constraint at my age!.

Oh wait a minute....this is not where it ends. Is it Blue?? or is it Pink?? Is it Blue, is it Pink?