Two to tango

I first read about the “Myth of the hands-on Daddy” in Lalita Iyer’s wonderfully fun book “I’m pregnant not terminally ill, YOU IDIOT!” (https://www.facebook.com/ImPregnantNotTerminallyIllYouIdiot) and as much as I laughed-till-I-peed at the chapter, it made me kind of want to kill her for bursting the bubble I had around my head all throughout pregnancy, where…

From Mission Weight-Gain-Rumi to Mission Just-Chill

It happens to me every time we visit the pediatrician. I become a hawk. I can physically feel the transition happening, from tiny, over-smiley young woman to hawk-woman, watching any child that is plumper than Rumi with cold, calculating eyes and running my tongue over my lips (err… beak – do birds have tongues?) Then…