Decisions, decisions!

It appears that one is in the midst of a serious upheaval of sorts. There is growing pressure from various quarters to do the following:

1. Decide and take action
2. Make up your mind and do something about it
3. Take an informed decision and make a choice

In short, life has been overtaken by decisions and more decisions. To list a few questions that I have so far successfully avoided acting upon:

1. How do you want to manage your pregnancy? I don't know, last I checked, it was managing itself just fine
2. How do you want to plan the birth? Do I really need to think about this right now?
3. What's your plan for maternity leave? Maternity what?
4. Are you planning to do as many holidays as possible before you are, well, unable to? Holidays? With all this nausea?
5. Have you started baby shopping yet? umm, hmm, no!

The list actually is endless. Like it's not enough that your life has completely turned upon itself and you are congratulating yourself for surviving every single day. And that all you want to do is curl up in bed and head into slumber world.

At times like these, a foggy-headed, pregnant, irritable and perpetually tired woman needs the tight hugs of a loving hubby like A, who will take charge of all decision-making, pamper you royally, forgive you your inexplicable mood-swings, switch off all mobile phones and plan a gentle weekend break for two in a quiet cottage in Cambridge. Oh the joys of being loved undeservedly!