It makes me sad that I was never able to write about Manka and the million things he has done and said in last 2 and 1/2 years. Sigh! I will try and put some here, some old some new. All precious.
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Sometime in June he became freinds with P who lives next door. They wanted to spend all their time together.
Manka- Mumma I am not Manka.
Me- Huh!
Manka- I am not Manka, I am P (His friend next door)
Me- Huh! (Yes I am slow!)
Manka- MUMMA! I am P, I want to go home. P's home. Okay!
Me- Ohhhh!
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Getting along
Days are crawling and though I am sure I have been pregnant forever the diary says 9weeks. Sigh! Lack of energy is making even the smallest tasks seem huge and I shout and snap and stomp and what not! I slapped Manka twice in last 12 hours. I rarely ever slap him, its mostly one on his back or his hands if he is being particularly naughty. I hate myself when I hit him on cheek. One because it shows in all its glory and second because it always shocks him more than bring the point to his notice. But mostly because it is inhuman, I remember the few slaps I received as a kid and not good memories. Aaargh! I will not hit him however tired or mad I am. He is tiny!!!
N is in India for 10 days and I am not going to see him. I have no energy to travel all the way and he is on such short trip he cant come. God knows when I will see him next. ST is going to Mumbai for the weekend and I am hyperventilating even thinking about it.
The nausea has not been that bad this time and except on a few occasions it has been easy for me. Sometimes I dont even feel preggers . The fatigue just makes me feel like a loser and it is killing me in different ways. I do realise these are going to be the last few months of Manka being the only child. happy/sad. But I think he will love to have a sibling. We got him a toy baby and he adores it and has adopted it. Pichi he calls it and we haven't yet decided if its a boy or a girl.
N is in India for 10 days and I am not going to see him. I have no energy to travel all the way and he is on such short trip he cant come. God knows when I will see him next. ST is going to Mumbai for the weekend and I am hyperventilating even thinking about it.
The nausea has not been that bad this time and except on a few occasions it has been easy for me. Sometimes I dont even feel preggers . The fatigue just makes me feel like a loser and it is killing me in different ways. I do realise these are going to be the last few months of Manka being the only child. happy/sad. But I think he will love to have a sibling. We got him a toy baby and he adores it and has adopted it. Pichi he calls it and we haven't yet decided if its a boy or a girl.
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