Well the baby is moving I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it. It is no doubt a wonderful feeling, that the baby is doing well, but more than that it makes me wondor of the future. I am sort of used to that kind of day dreaming.

But right now my concern in Puneet, apart from being busy and torn between mother-in-law and me, I feel like we're getting to used to our own lives. I rather not disturb his routine and he encourages me to stay in a routine so I don't miss him. Get the picture married folks! So we're getting just snatches of time in which we only discuss the finances and visa procedures for the upcoming trip to Australia. Once in way I get a tummy rub. I am selfish and want more.


Sometimes life becomes all too much. The in-laws, the trips, the money. But I do not want the stress to affect my baby, because he or she is more precious to me than all of these. So I must maintain a calm, till I am ready to let my hair down for Cecil's wedding.

I get the feeling I am going to like Oz!