I am one of those people who grovelled, bargained with god, hated the cosmos and cried myself to sleep hundreds of nights for over 5 years. So when I finally did get pregnant, it felt nothing short of miraculous. I thanked the universe, promised I will be a better human being and was all set to enjoy every little detail of this miracle.
The up-side of getting a long prayed for wish fulfilled is, all the not-so-fun stuff that accompanies it are actually coveted. I was proud to throw up. I loved the nausea - I wanted it bad. I would brag about my constipation. Never felt more gorgeous than now - in my puffy pregnant body, embraced every single pelvic exam and every ounce of weight.
Now that I am finally past looking 'just fat' and 'definitely pregnant', I realized that I get a pride-rush every time I am in public. It is like I am secretly showing off my baby bump to random strangers on the street.
And as though the universe has conspired to make this even more joyful, my mom is here early (due to a complication, but who cares). With my nearest and dearest around me, and finally stepping into the third trimester, I cannot be more grateful. All I wish for now is a healthy and happy baby.
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