On the 15th of April 2020 in the operation theatre, I heard one of the doctors’ callout my baby’s time of birth as 3.22.06 pm and I was lying there with a mixed bag of emotions. That is when it had sunk into me that I am now bestowed with the world’s glorious crown called ‘MOM’. Like most women I had dreams about my child; raising it, nourishing it, and above all relishing the joy of having your look alike running around you.
Once the report of my 1st scan looked normal we started making plans. From guessing the gender of the child to enduring the morning sickness, I had now turned in from hardcore non-vegan to a vegan. Well, the 1st trimester was pretty much casual just that I had lost my appetite and had an aversion towards almost everything that I enjoyed eating. Basically, I…
