Conventional wisdom doesn't do much for us, it should, but it just doesn't resonate very much with either of us. We are both, people of our own pace when it comes to life in general. We have been late bloomers so far. I will not talk about M here since this is my blog and he is a private person overall, he will not appreciate me ranting about his choices and how they were made. So I'm going to talk about mine, because for some odd reason, I don't mind talking about my mistakes/choices to people. A lot of times I'm advised against it, especially by my very good friend Pam who always has my best interests in mind. But almost always I disappoint him. Pam has often explained the importance of being discreet, telling me about how people would misconstrue the intent, misuse the information, or just plain misunderstand because they think differently. Yet, I have gone ahead with my own judgement and Pam has known I will. I'm glad he never gives up on me.
Coming back to being late bloomers, I took my own sweet time to arrive at where I wanted in my career, took my own sweet time to make peace with a few things life threw at me which I originally thought were impossible, took a WHILE to fall in love enough to marry and took a long while to get to a point where I could think about extending the family.
To be honest, I never was the kind of person who thought of having kids. You know how people dream of having kids etc. it never happened to me. At school, I never spent any time with children younger to me, I had absolutely no patience for kindergarteners. Never did I fawn over a baby too much - except one baby - the only baby I fell hard for and am still in love with.
I was in no hurry to have a child, nor was I thinking about it much. It only helped my cause that M was vehemently against it to begin with and was more than happy to tell everyone (parents) off if they even did try to bring it up. I was living my life, happy and satisfied in my work, partying away as much as I could and enjoying my freedom. That's when I found Dr. Urvashi.
Dr. Urvashi Sehgal, my gynecologist, and someone I'm in awe of. I'm yet to tell if she is the angel in my life, but she was certainly the force to prod me along the path to parenthood. With a simple statement - "Babies are not for everyone P, but it has to be a choice you make"- she made me think. She made me wake up to the fact that it was time to take a decision and that flowing with time, though comfortable, was not an option. Life was literally whizzing past us, with our happily busy routines which could make the day disappear. Our busy schedules give us the option of not having to think, the option of being so occupied that we can box the important things and keep them away in closets if we don't wish to think about them, until such a time when they become monsters.
Strange enough, M and I decided to give it our best shot and then rest with the outcome. Now, we maybe late bloomers but the thing with both M and I is that once we make up our minds, we go full speed ahead. This is what happened with marriage, this is what happens at work and this is how it happened with the baby.
Here I am now, at 10 weeks, with a huge speed breaker which I dint know could be put on my life so suddenly. One day I was kicking ass at work and the next I have been put on bed rest for a week and house arrest for 11 weeks. I have not stepped out much in the last 2 months ! Me ! the flag bearer of all office trips, the instigator of all Wednesday and Fridays, the does-not-miss an opportunity. Me - at home. It's a miracle that I have survived thus far. In the hope of counting down to next 12 week milestone which is now 2 weeks.. actually 13 days away. In the hope of getting a slice of my life back.... signing-off for now.
Coming back to being late bloomers, I took my own sweet time to arrive at where I wanted in my career, took my own sweet time to make peace with a few things life threw at me which I originally thought were impossible, took a WHILE to fall in love enough to marry and took a long while to get to a point where I could think about extending the family.
To be honest, I never was the kind of person who thought of having kids. You know how people dream of having kids etc. it never happened to me. At school, I never spent any time with children younger to me, I had absolutely no patience for kindergarteners. Never did I fawn over a baby too much - except one baby - the only baby I fell hard for and am still in love with.
I was in no hurry to have a child, nor was I thinking about it much. It only helped my cause that M was vehemently against it to begin with and was more than happy to tell everyone (parents) off if they even did try to bring it up. I was living my life, happy and satisfied in my work, partying away as much as I could and enjoying my freedom. That's when I found Dr. Urvashi.
Dr. Urvashi Sehgal, my gynecologist, and someone I'm in awe of. I'm yet to tell if she is the angel in my life, but she was certainly the force to prod me along the path to parenthood. With a simple statement - "Babies are not for everyone P, but it has to be a choice you make"- she made me think. She made me wake up to the fact that it was time to take a decision and that flowing with time, though comfortable, was not an option. Life was literally whizzing past us, with our happily busy routines which could make the day disappear. Our busy schedules give us the option of not having to think, the option of being so occupied that we can box the important things and keep them away in closets if we don't wish to think about them, until such a time when they become monsters.
Strange enough, M and I decided to give it our best shot and then rest with the outcome. Now, we maybe late bloomers but the thing with both M and I is that once we make up our minds, we go full speed ahead. This is what happened with marriage, this is what happens at work and this is how it happened with the baby.
Here I am now, at 10 weeks, with a huge speed breaker which I dint know could be put on my life so suddenly. One day I was kicking ass at work and the next I have been put on bed rest for a week and house arrest for 11 weeks. I have not stepped out much in the last 2 months ! Me ! the flag bearer of all office trips, the instigator of all Wednesday and Fridays, the does-not-miss an opportunity. Me - at home. It's a miracle that I have survived thus far. In the hope of counting down to next 12 week milestone which is now 2 weeks.. actually 13 days away. In the hope of getting a slice of my life back.... signing-off for now.
