line of control

These days M is growing in a perfect pear shape, day by day and hence our queen sized bed has started shrinking. She has this body pillow since ages, even when we were not planning on things, though everyone suspected at that time. Things changed and now she wants a variety of them. Recently, she inherited this maternity pillow from a close friend. Its a u shaped pillow to help women support her growing belly. As i said we have this queen size bed and 2/3 of the bed space is occupied with this stupid pillow, i was asked to sleep on the rest of the space, which in her eyes is so much space that 2 adults can easily fit in.
Well, lately, she started feeling uncomfortable with this U shaped pillow, and she stopped using it. I was one happy lad, only to my amazement, she started using the initial body pillow, long thin pillow. But now i have this line of control, which i am not supposed to cross. If i do that even in sleep, i was always thrown to the other part of the world. So these days i am strictly planning to move to another bed, atleast where i can expand to my normal size without fear of roll over.

last weekend of the year

Start of long weekend.

The long weekend started pretty well. Party on Wednesday with the big group. Lots and loads of fun. Next day we went to R's place for S's daughter Nandini's first month birthday. Reached home and didi and family reached at 4. Stayed at home on Friday, as Jiaji and I were at work, and all the ladies of the house went for shopping. out of 4 hrs they were in the billing line for 2 hrs. What a waste of time. Well, bolke musibat kisko mol leni thi. And next day after lunch we visited the temple and gurdwara. And then they left.

End of long weekend.

After they went, we slept for good two hrs and then watched 2 movies, review of movies in another blog. Sunday, we dint have anything to do. I must have called half a dozen people, but fortunately or unfortunately half of them were able to talk to me. They were busy or not available. After that, we were totally loss of even phone calls. Not able to find, what to do next. Then we called friend of ours and decided to go for shooting, yes, it’s a shooting range.
We were totally loss of words when we saw the Firearms school, and holding real life gun in my own hands. Really, the guns don’t look good in our hands. So we took a crash course in shooting with that instructor, who was pretty helpful. He showed us how to stand, how to hold, how to aim and how to shoot. We rented out the small .22 caliber pistol and bought the 50 bullets for the gun, which we shared, as we were not sure how is it going to be, and how long is it going to take. So we Tigers, started to enter into the range and bang, I was almost on my knees, then we realized, we were supposed to wear ear-covers. We wore that and entered again into the range and bang bang bang...I closed the door again. Then I just peeped inside the door and found out that it was just a buffer area, and we have to open another door to enter the range. We entered the range this time, as there was no firing at that time...yeah yeah...it was not firing but shooting. We then found ourselves single lane, and started loading the gun...and bam....the bullet stuck. We both spent around 5 minutes figuring out how to take that bullet out and how to load it back, then ultimately we went out with the magazine and asked the instructor to help us.
We then started shooting turn by turn. By the end of all the rounds we became pro. I shot well than my friend. Scored more by hitting the bull's eye.
So that was it. The laze evening, became exciting by the end of it. I am happy to have such experience and more than willing to go next time. I even asked the instructor if I can buy the pistol, for which I need a license and then register myself in the local police station. Not really sure how will it be treated, Asian carrying a gun?

those little kicks

M was trying to shrug the idea of small baby kicks in her tummy, and I was trying to convince her that by now she should already be getting them. So after lot of nig nag, she got her kicks and when I felt the same at the same time on her little swelling tummy, I was almost in tears. I was not getting the feeling of M being pregnant for last 5.5 mths. The only difference I noticed, was in her food habits. But now, her tummy has started protruding, and the latest addition, getting kicks. She says she get kicks when the baby is hungry, and soon after she has her food. So now you know my best past time, hand on her tummy, waiting for the kick. :P

snow snow snow

Seasons first snow fall.
Being in New England, this is the most common time of the season. Snow, Snow and snow. My second snow season in America, was exciting for the first time, but second time i am sure, wont be happy about it. These pics are of my car clad in snow in our apartment complex.

baby's r us...

Its been a baby fall recently, no I am serious.
Started with this and then this and then one of my friends, whose wife is in India, and then one of my colleagues in office had a baby y'day. All in a span of one month. And then there is one in the end of this month, M's colleague in office. and then M herself in April, am sure we would hear many more till then.
After the recent doc's visit, people have been asking about the baby's gender. Unfortunately, baby was in a very convenient position, and asked us to make a guess. But, people are more curious then us, not sure the reason, may be because, you can know the sex here, and there is so much discrimination among the pink and blue clothes. I guess, its just the curiosity, may it be a person from any origin. But different people look it at different ways.
So the plan is to schedule and get to know the gender, if not then get ready to be killed, by friends. In the mean time, M has starting feeling the kicks, and she is doing better by the day. I hope, things just continue to stay that way.
I was reading the Babycenter, Astro tool, and it told us all about the Aries kids. Not really sure, why the websites actually make it all sweet prediction, and nothing bad about the baby, or we tend to skip the bad part?
Answers anybody...