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“Ouuuuuuuccccchhhh”, I gasped, well, of course as silently as possible, without opening my mouth, as one couldn’t do so without choking on water, in here. And anyway, when you hit a guy there, the yell ensuing is hardly audible.
Damn, I hate this life, stuck inside this, this bag full of icky sticky fluid and Sid always punching mom’s stomach, and somehow always manages to find that part. So what if I am protected by thick layer(s) of fats, it still hurts. And it’s not funny. I keep moving, changing my position constantly, as much as I as allowed to, but try living in here for a change. No room to stretch out at all, what was this bag-maker thinking? God, please take me out of here soon, I can’t take this any more.
Life is painfully pathetic in here. It is barely what it is hyped to be, trust me! I have to have all kinds of food in one state, and no taste! Mom hogs so many dishes, I cannot even smell them, but I have to keep hearing about them, alright. I keep hitting on her walls, with so much space in here, it’s hard not to, and she giggles thinking that I am listening to her and understanding what she is trying to say, or craving for something to eat. It is so very frustrating.
Only today I felt something pressing against me, my stomach and I couldn’t control. I have reflexes too, and yes, I farted, I had to. And the result? Well, Dad actually started dancing gleefully and thought I responded to him and spoke to him. For God’s sake, it was you pressing against me, and I was the one who ended up bearing the pathetic stink! God, when will you make these elders wise? Will they never grow up?? Send me out, I will make them wise enough for sure.
My wife Neha, she is expecting our second kid in another month or so. Within a few days, we will be blessed with our second child. When my first child Guria was born, I was abroad on a tour working, and was back only after she was a week old. Oh, I so used to miss those precious moments when Guria was inside her womb. The first time when Neha had felt Guria’s kicks inside her stomach, I had felt like leaving my job behind and running back home. Everyone around had rejoiced. And I was slogging in the foreign land unable to be with Neha when she needed me the most, unable to share those cherished moments of our life. But this time I am where my family needs me, Neha needs me, with a promotion to the boot and a comfortable, teetering on luxurious, life, happily waiting for the much awaited, joyous moment together.
Our three-year old Guria keeps patting her Mamma’s stomach wondering why it is so big. These pats are a bit hard- almost like a slap on Neha’s stomach- though it does make Neha a bit uncomfortable, but they are not hard enough to hurt the baby inside as he is well protected there.
This morning I rested my head on Neha’s abdomen, and was it my imagination or the baby did make a sound, as if he knew, it was his Papa? But whatever it was, the feeling in my heart was incomparable, my hear felt as if it would burst with happiness. I’d never felt so very content and blessed in my life before.
I laughingly told my brother that, I so wish I were a baby again, enjoying all this attention and pampering even before birth, with no worries about feeding the family, work, the future, and only getting mother’s protection, warmth and everyone’s love, all the time. Sid jokingly retorted, that all this love and attention was going to make the baby spoiled even before he is born.
Guria suddenly left her toys and came running to Neha. The usual hard pats landed on Neha’s stomach, and we were all laughing again.
“Eeeeoowwwww” I gasped silently inside Mamma’s stomach. Guria always has to hit me there! Damn you! On the very day I come out, I will kill you, Guria! Just wait!!
- Neha and Guria, the blogger masterminds behind this write-up.
- Sid, the one who wants to kill them both. 😉
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