Last year during same phase I was four month pregnant. Relocate to Nagpur to stay with my parents. Nilesh, my husband was in Iraq for some project. Vaishu, sister in law has came down to meet newly upcoming momma thats me and for the new year celebration.
It was one of those lazy afternoon we all were watching some interesting south Indian movie 'Arya ke Prem Pratigya'. I must say these South movies are too much addictive. Watching these kind movies are always fun.
That day we all were lying down on our bed, on a chilled out afternoon, in a cosy cosy blanket. Was hugging my mom from her back, while watching it. And suddenly something in my stomach moved. Even my mom felt it on her back( which she accepted later on). Excited I screamed, Mom it kicked. Mom was like "naaaa, not so early, it may be a gas". What gas. Most amazing and special feelingof my life was claimed as 'gas'. Gut feeling inside me kept telling that its not a gas and its my tiny little baby. For rest of the day I kept checking if baby kicks again, and just to ensure its not a gas. While it happened just once or twice in entire day. Utimately next day onwards she started kicking regularly.
A girl is a mother ever since she gets the pregnancy report positive.
Today she turned eight months old. And she is still great at kicking. Tanishqa apple of my eye. And Mom its her not the gas.
