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One and only. Only one?

My son turned one recently. My friends whose first-borns are around my son’s age are already thinking of or are considering having a second. I feel I am done.
My close friend was aghast when I revealed to her my feelings. She felt I am being mean to my first child by depriving him of a sibling.

I can’t help it if I cannot feel the need or urge to have a second kid. Is it really being mean? I am not sure. We are planning to buy a house. I am a stay-at-home mother hence just one income flowing into the household. A decent schooling these days burns a hole in your pocket. Now, I am not exactly saying that having a second kid will reduce us to a hand-to-mouth existence. But it will definitely put a strain on our resources. Above all this, I cannot quite bring myself to go through the whole process of being pregnant, the delivery, breast-feeding, sleepless nights, potty-training once again. Sleepless nights are not even over yet with the first and I have not even begun potty-training.


I miss...

I miss…
I miss my life before I was a mom.
I miss sleeping late into the mornings without a baby demanding to be held and fed
I miss the conversations with my hubby and the comfortable silences between us. The silence now is deafening and surely doesn’t speak of comfort either.
I miss going out without the diaper bags and packed snack items.
I miss the luxury of window shopping and shopping without a list.
I miss going out for movies.

Life after a baby is one that does not have a space for “you”
You are a mom and will remain so for the rest of your life.
No doubt my baby brings light into my eyes each time I smile.
I smile every time my baby smiles. I am hurt when he is hurt.
I cherish his naughty ways and never wish he were any different.
My heart melts when he hugs me,unconditionally, full of trust.
I would not trade this for anything else.
Yet, I miss…

My first blog

I had always been fascinated with the idea of writing. Since nowadays writing on a blog has become second in nature to almost every net savvy person, I decided to jump into the bandwagon and try my hand at it.

Someone had told me some years ago that I may possess some flair for writing as my hand showed artistic nature. Although I had, at that time, laughed dismissively at the prospect, the idea had somehow remained in my mind. I began to have notions of discovering a latent author in me. Having said this, I have no clue what I am going to be blogging or writing about. My notions are also crumbling down in face of Reality. Before I altogether rubbish this whole idea and settle down humbly into my modest routine, I decided to limit this to just penning my thoughts on this page whenever time permits.

I am a SAHM (stay-at-home-mother for the uninitiated). Wow, what words people coin these days. Sounds so glamorous. Quite the contrary when the list of endless tasks is laid out. I am not e…