Meet My Prince.

I have always delayed this moment – ‘recalling my birthing story’, and the very reason being, my birthing story is too TOO strong a memory, a memory that has touched and altered our lives forever. The beginning… May 5th was the day I knew I was pregnant. I still remember the day very clearly, it was around 5:30 am, Vivek was just coming back to Chennai that morning, and he was away for more than a week on work. I was at my parent’s place. The moment I discovered I was pregnant, I was stunned, dazed and my world stopped for that nano second. I still cannot describe precisely what I felt that moment, my vocabulary fails me now. Anyway, thus began our journey towards building our family. Looking back I absolutely and thoroughly enjoyed being pregnant. Every kick, every flutter in the tummy, every ‘throw up’, every time I realized I cannot fit into a dress because my belly had grown to huge proportions, every doctor visit, every shot I took, every lil pill I swallowed for my baby...