Over the last 7 odd months, there have been plenty of words all around -wonderful wishes, lots and lots of prayers, oodles of advice, nostalgia ridden reminences and more prayers and wishes. Obviously everyone has their own way of participating- whether is through actually being there, silent support type, or saying the right thought provoking words, from across seven seas. One friend, who is also in the thought process of wanting to start a family said that for her the most magically wondrous part of producing a little person is trying to figure out what the combination of her and her husband would actually be like.
It’s the plenty of denial over the lack of imagination that has stopped me from thinking about these details. Having spent the first 6 months in a kind of a pleasant oh-nothing-is-going-to-change mode, the sudden altering of my shape along with the persistent little kicks in the last few weeks has come a sort of dawning awareness that this is going to be, inshallah, a little person in his/her own right. He/she might hate beetroot (like k does), love dancing (like I do); he/she might have an affinity for literature and writing (like I do) or be more the avid movie watcher (that k is). Or he/ she could have have totally different preferences and habits with the me-ness and k-ness coming out in perhaps the looks and mannerisms instead. The thing to sit back in awe over is that somehow, over the next many years of having this wonderful little combination-being to love and live with us, we will watch and learn that much more about ourselves also.