Hello, hello. I'm here only. Everything is good and great, in case you've been sitting breathlessly on the edge of your chair wondering why I haven't written anything in so long.Just two more weeks and I'm into the final trimester. Woot. I've been having the weirdest pregnancy-related dreams. Like I once gave birth to octuplets. There was this endless stream of babies coming out of me and I was sitting very benignly like a goddess. No pain or anything. Efficient delivery, almost like a Fedex service. Then I had another dream where I'm having a cesarean and M is watching the operation. And just as the doctor is lifting the baby out, M gets a call and he goes off for some hundred years. By the time he's back, the baby's gone and I'm super mad. Then the doctor puts six tiny star-shaped stitches on me and I feel all happy. The last was the weirdest. I gave birth to a girl who looked grown-up already and I was walking out of the hospital with her. By the time we reached home, she was already this self-contained young person wearing dangling earrings and all. Yes, yes, all this is related to birth anxiety and my inner fear of bringing up a baby and many pregnant women have these kind of dreams etc etc. I know all that, but it's still fun to write about it like I'm very unique.
We went to one of these baby shops and got newborn clothes. Even mittens. Though I don't imagine the baby will tolerate them for long. There were a million other products there that I hope I'll never be tempted to buy. I'm sort of hoping this baby will be miraculously cooperative and never give me any trouble. Ha. My evil parents, on the other hand, can't wait for karma to catch up.
I read up on some breathing techniques during labour and tried to practise them with M. We both kept giggling and couldn't do it. I kept feeling like a chugging train illustration from Champak or something. But since I'm very conscientious (and also because my mum nagged me into doing it), we've signed up for prenatal classes. I really hope the other pregnant people there are not some society types who will talk about the spirituality of pregnancy or something like that. I don't know why I'm assuming that's how they will be.
In other news, one more picture book of mine with Tulika is coming out this year. It's called Monday to Sunday and it's about this boy who thinks he's a different animal every day of the week. No, he's not some psycho from a Gautam Menon film. Just a weird, imaginative child. Okay? I really hope this baby doesn't think all my books suck.
My friends gave me a book full of messages for the coming-soon baby. With my pictures with them and all the nonsense we've done over the years. I cried and got all snotty-nosed. Mother India level I'm reaching in life.
Well, that's all, everyone. Now you may exhale slowly and relax your body while making a hoooooooooo sound because you've just heard from me. Okayyyyy.