6 months and counting mashallah. This is the first Ramzan I haven't been able to get up for sehri, feel that almost tangible, magical quality in the air and partake in some good old paratha and salan or cereal or eggs (occasionally). Then anticipate iftar and relish the taste of hot, daal pakoras and hareesa with some lemon-juice laced rooh afza. yum. I miss that feeling..but i am happy to be giving it up for such a genine reason. In all fairness, i do eat iftari with everyone but i just don't feel worthy of it! :P Ramble ramble. The point is, i want to have some sort of record of my pregnancy and so i blog. not to grumble about how i cant fast and am missing out - no, that sounds too whiny. So am getting bigger and students have started asking me "Miss, are you having a baby?" No sweets, i'm just packing on the pounds :) Nahh theyre such sweethearts - atleast most of them - its just kind of awkward to tell your students - yes, im pregnant. Its supposed to be a taboo thing almost as one of my relatives said it "you're going to be teaching till your 8th month?" implying it was suicidal to do so with teenagers as theyd say all sorts of nasty things. What i dont understand is, it is a completely natural process - moreover, they should be able to deal with a teacher whose belly exponentially expands. Were'nt they all 'born' too?
So I am being matter-of-fact about it and trying to take things nonchalantly. I yell at times and then wonder how that will impact the little being in me...the kicks have started, i enjoy talking to the baby now, but its mostly endearments, nursery rhymes, duas and not much else and not for very long. Time just flies by with work and now, Ramzan.
Saw an awesome film yesterday called the Freedom Writers Diaries. Very inspiring...unbelievable what one teacher did for so many individuals.
Too long a post. Have tonnes of work and 0 inclination to get it done, so what else is new? :P