We're expecting!
The stork visited us... There's a bun in the oven... and all the cliched sentences galore and what do I pick to break the good news about a baby to my darling, darling husband? 'Main tumhare bacche ki maa banne wali hun!' It's 5.30 in the morning and in the middle of summer, I'm squatting down on the ground by the side of the bed with the pee-stick in my hand. S looks up bleary-eyed and processes my statement and breaks out in a loud guffaw. Heck yeah, jot that down as one of the best moments of my life. We've been trying for a while now and we knew the good news was coming any day now, but nothing ever prepares you for the moment the verdict lies bare. It was all things I thought it would be and yet very different from so many things I expected. Its been a ride since then, good and not-so-good but we've enjoyed every bit of it. The doctor visits, the weird food cravings, the throwing-up, the swollen feet, the tiny growing witnessed through ult