Papoosh etc - Marriage, Motherhood, Mayhem and Musings!

  You know how Mr. Murphy shows you your place in the world ? Typically when you're standing in queues or stuck in traffic on days you JUST HAVE TO GET IT ALL DONE? I have come to the saddening realisation that Mr Murphy absolutely loves showering his attention on mommies. Ok. Maybe not all, but definitely me.When I got pregnant, while I was thrilled, I used to laugh off all my friends' valid concerns. Like how would I party late? Or how would I manage to keep up with my large social circle of all of 6 people. I had my plan down pat. Of course, it all started with me having a daughter. A daughter that would have her father wrapped around her little finger and who would prefer daddy darling over me any day.Come delivery, and my doctor hands me a fiesty, beautiful, absolutely adorable baby BOY! That's right a boy who has been mama's little shadow from day one. A boy who not only needed his mama over everyone else, he also ensured daddy wasn't too happy since he refuse

 September 6th 2012 . A day that turned our lives around forever. As with everything else in my life, my son's birth wasn't without it's own share of drama. That's another story for another time though. My first memory of those mothering instincts taking over was when I burst into angry sobs when I woke up a few hours after my c-section. There were a whole bunch of random people (also known as huband, father-in-law, mother and the like) who were crowded around MY baby. Oh I was angry all right. I did what any rational woman would. I cried. Loudly. I wailed about how I hadn't even had a chance to hold my baby yet and everyone had already started smelling and taking away his new baby smell. It ensured everyone was very careful about holding the baby from then on, more to appease the mom than anything else! That burst of possessiveness was something I was totally unprepared for. That is when I realised how one sided the resources you read while preparing for motherho