And we touch four years’ mark of our marriage!!! 
Silly how it
seems to have flown by, but also how I certainly can’t recollect what life was
like without Payal in it. Maybe I just prefer to remember life more clearly
since Payal joined in!
Silly how it
seems to have flown by, but also how I certainly can’t recollect what life was
like without Payal in it. Maybe I just prefer to remember life more clearly
since Payal joined in!
Now… I could share tons of wedding photos or go on with oodles
of incidents since we got married. Of course we are still as crazy as we were since
we got married. But this time I am going to share the most personal thing to me...
The most personal thing to us… May be the roughest time of our life.
It hurts… They took her from us. We had never anticipated,
but it happened. Her body remained, nonetheless her heart stood still, silent.
We had to bury our dreams, our expectations, our ideas… We had to accept that
God have better plans for us. Whatever it may be… eventually it hurts. It
really does…
Where to start? Where does one start when one begun to share
about the toughest moment of one’s life?
It was more than a year back. November 2017 I guess… Yes,
those were the Diwali days when we come to know that we are expecting. It was such
an awesome moment. We were literally on cloud 9. Normally I am on the receiving
end of my wife’s short temper. I thought she will now be calm and compose… I
was wrong… As the days passed, that vicious hormonal side effect of pregnancy
started smacking me via my wife’s mind. Ya it was that cunning and atrocious…
“Mr. Mood swings…” 
I still remember one such moment when I asked for a glass of
warm milk in the night. She nearly lost her mind in no time. “Are you kidding
me? You should be bringing milk for me.” And then she literally stormed off.
So… just to give a little background… prior to pregnancy she used to bring milk
for me every night. That was the thing between us and I thought it is still an
agreement. Unfortunately, the agreement un-agreed that day and you won’t
believe but I still shake asking for a glass of milk ever since.
I am always an easy target but one day she confronted a
D-Mart employee because they rearranged the store and she couldn’t find candles
or something. I saw real fear in his eyes. 
Mr. Mood Swings has another face as well. Excessive
emotional streak. In the initial days of her pregnancy, Payal was getting so
emotive that she used to cry on anything. Some days EVERY food available to
her, sounded absolutely revolting. All she wanted was some junk which I had
banned those days (I had to face many repercussions of banning junk in my
house.) One fine day she didn’t eat for like hours and cried because she was
hungry. We prepared Palak Paneer, after her final consent. After 2 hours of
hard work, she started feeling nausea on seeing the spinach gravy. Not sure
what we ended up eating but surely on those days we had a grown woman, crying
over food.
One thing Payal must have enjoyed those days was, having an
officially hired full time servant, that too without any salary (of course I am
taking about myself). Trust me… It is really grim to be the only one who is
able to bend over in the house. It will take its toll on you. (and floor
cleaning indeed sucks.). I would like to give an advice here: Never take away
pregnant woman’s ice cream or muffin or donut. She will punch you. In the
throat… and you can just be like ‘I am Sorry!!!’ I had a personal experience
here and in that particular case, I was allowed in the master after almost two
nights in guest room. I was allowed my own pillow after a week or so…
I am sure, change in mind is quite a human nature. But there
must be some logical "Change in Mind" vs "Time" graph. 
What I experienced was
height.
What I experienced was
height.
11 : 02 AM: "Best Husband in the world"
11 : 08 AM: "Why the fu*k did I marry you"
11 : 12 AM: "Worst Husband"
11 : 20 AM: "You are the Best"
Scientifically another change apart from Mood Swings that
woman develops during pregnancy is their sniffing power. I had to face its consequences
many times last year. Even after many hours and breath fresher, Payal could smell
whatever I ate at office and don’t you dare to lie otherwise swing in her mood will
kill you.
Don’t know how she managed to do it but quite often I used
to get messages from Payal while I am eating Nachos or Tacos at office, “Are
you having Nachos? Beware of getting inside home if you aren’t bringing me any
home.” As usual, I avoided the message first time. “Where is my food?” she
asked. The edge of her voice made it clear that death was imminent. NOT HER!!! 
So the days went on with the most bizarre things such as
keeping AC on, even though it is 11 degrees in Pune or going to provision store
at 10 PM, just to buy some muffins or the weirdest cravings of my wife. She reached
to her third trimester and had already gone Surat.
Slowly and steadily, we reached the last months of
pregnancy. Anyone pregnant or had been so, can relate to our feeling on how the
last month would be. We were just waiting, every second day for the final
contractions. Every few days my wife used to feel those false contractions and
our midwife was like… “Too many days pending dear… Enjoy!!!”
Unfortunately, we could not!!! Ya we could not Enjoy
anymore!!! All of our happiness was seized from us on that horrible Thursday…
To Be Cont...
