I woke before 7 am today (it's Sunday!) to say bye etc to some guests (who had long overstayed their welcome), with a foolproof plan of getting back into my pajamas and hitting the sack for at least three more hours. But, people, I'm so excited at finally being on my own in my own house, being able to wear my pajamas and walk all over, being able to feel and enjoy the quietness around the house, not having to engage in random, boring coughbelowparcough conversations that I'm not able to sleep. I'm checking out my favourite blogs and announcing the news of our pregnancy to those who've been hiding under 100-ton rocks, with the sound of the (new, shiny, FULLY AUTOMATIC) washing machine washing the guestroom's bed sheet and towels in the background. I can now actually eat whatever I want to, so to celebrate my new-found freedom, I've already had a custard apple for breakfast. Oh I love my day already! It's a bright, sunny, happy day. Maybe I should get out of the house.
I've been up for over an hour and have already eaten something and there's NO sign of morning sickness. Savitha was right, maybe all this sickness was an outcome of stress.
Bonus, people, bonus...I'm going home. I mean, Mom's place, where I can allow myself to rot, not move a finger, command Ma and Li'l and the maids to do anything for me, and catch up with friends, go to Dilli Haat, Sector 6 Market, Nirula's (HCF ahh...mini orgasm here), Cafe 100 (CP), Corriander Leaf (Gurgaon) and Noida and meet up with ex-colleague-cum-friends and ignore ex-boss. And...experience another season, winter. Delhi has seasons. One more point for meri Dilli, meri jaan.
La la la. I love my life, and will love your's too, if it were as nice as mine today. Love, hugs and kisses :)