SO you are pregnant…and past that phase of shock or surprise and in that phase of dreamy delight, where you expect your bump to pop and you be handed over with the cutest baby ever.
If you are the sorts who pick up every baby you can lay your eyes on and say awww sooo cute….irrespective of the absolute mismatch in the head to body ratio or the creepy tiny hands and feet, you will safely remain happy.
There can only be 2 possible outcomes for your bump:
Case 1 : You are among those blessed many who pop out a chubby cute ball of snow…with the perfect complexion, pink lips cute small eyes and just enough hair…
Thank your stars. You are truly privileged.
Case 2: You are thrust upon with a screaming squeaking creature whose hands and feet remind you of umm…never mind..
Hold your breath. It is just your karma firing right back at you. Yes eventually it will fill out and look umm..cute..well, lets hope..(Forgive me for my insensitivity…You may want to throw your shoes at your monitor. Go ahead, do it. I probably deserve it for calling a spade, a spade!)
I must admit I had very limited exposure to new borns, till I had Dhruv. So I was pretty disturbed when I saw what I had produced!
Till he was 4 months old, nobody but Sabarish and I could say he is cute.
So every visitor who came to see Dhruv and me fell into the same trap.
We thrust the baby onto them and then indisputably ask the most hated question ‘Isn’t he adorable???? Doesn’t he look like an angel?’
And they tighten their grip on the chair, table or whatever they can get their hand on at that moment, and reply : ‘Absolutely! He looks just like you!’
There! Am zapped! Really?? Do I look like that?!?
From then on, I have never summed the courage to repeat the routine!
After my own, I cant help but laugh at all of those; who force the words of fondness out of a visitor’s mouth and compel them to be the ‘faker’ that they probably are not!
So being as judgmental as I am, I conveniently hide all the pictures from his birth till 4 months in folders within folders till they are lost; and anyone attempting to find them will grow tired of opening folders.
That’s my Dhruv, Ladies and Gentlemen!!!(Just so that he doesn’t get mad about this post 15 years from now!)
Awww…Isn’t he cute!!! (Agree – NOW!)
Dhruv, I love you baby! In my pursuit to be unconditional I will continue to hide those first few photos of yours!