Am in love with the shape of me...

Lately, i have been realizing that my motivation and self confidence levels have gone way down the meter. I feel like I have reached rock bottom.As Rachel had quote "there is like rock bottom then 50 feet of crap and then me!!"
With a baby inside of me , I must stay in my happy place with positive thoughts flowing over me. But pregnancy is a stage in your life where you have no control over your physique as well as emotions. There are times when, I sit and cry without knowing the reason for it!!!. Even a cloudy weather makes me gloomy!! Am I going insane!?.
With some internet research , I found out that what ever is happening to me is perfectly normal during pregnancy.Now that's a relief!!!. ;-) . I can blame all my emotional ups and downs to  the one only culprit that's "my hormones" and also these wary hormones would calm down post delivery. With that, I can say to all of those advicing me to stay happy with positive thoughts that "Stop advicing me people... Speak to my hormones please .." :-D.So the emotional part is dealt with a satisfactory theory to explain.
But what about this bag of bones I am carrying around.How could I possibly control my ever fattening body.And to a person like me who always bothered about my physical appearence and always did whatever required to maintain a healthy weight, this abrupt change is a wildest nightmare. What if I could never ever go back to my pre-pregnancy body!? Though I have seen with a full time nanny , hollywood and bollywood divas getting back their shapes easily within a 6 -8 months span of time.Well that's them, not me... Not everyone can afford a helping hand these days.Can we??.. While I was on the verge of loosing my self esteem, just to twist the knife , there comes few comments from my so called "well wishers"... "you look different!!??" .."ohh your face has swollen" .. "see i knew you were pregie..no wonder your pics looked so wierd.."
:'(:'(

When these aching and sceptic thoughts of mine resulted in sleepless nights , I decided to console myself with positive thoughts about my unborn baby. I slowly realized that there is a purpose for all the events in our lives. Pregnancy being the current event of my life, I must not be saddened by the course of this event.Instead I must cherrish its outcome that I would be giving birth to a beautiful life.Millions of women out there are struggling to be able to give birth to a baby. God has bestowed me with this happiness that I would be cherishing my entire life.I should consider myself to be lucky and not fret about being fat or bulky.
After all, I would be bringing a new life to this world and it is not an easy job!!!
And I should totally be in love with my shape 'cause this is the shape of love...the shape of a new life inside of me....

PS: Please do not comment on a pregnant women's physique.It hurts....You don't know what she is going through...

Carrot cake with buttercream frosting

After my buttercream frosting disaster , it took a while for me to take up all the courage i had for another try.. Well i did and to my surprise it came out really finger-licking good.
On a bright sunny day, when my cousins were expected any moment to visit my place, I decided to make this sweet delight of carrot cake with buttercream frosting for them..
Carrot cake was not new to me but the frosting was.. Whenever I make cake I never bothered about the measurements of the ingriedients. I make it as per my wild guess and gut feeling. To my surprise it has never failed me.. This time too, I decided to do the same exact wild guessing while measuring the flour, carrots, butter , eggs and all other ingridients.  But my mother never approves this sought of baking.She says baking is all about measurements. According to her, I had a huge luck (i would call it as my "baking luck") if it came out good everytime I baked. I am going to take this piece of baking lesson seriously but not this time.. ;) coz i was short of time and also i had to make the frosting (about which i had no hope on my so called "baking luck")
Within 25 minutes my carrot cake was ready. All i had to use was flour , grated carrot , baking powder , salt , powdered sugar , eggs , vanila essence , butter and oil. I wisked them all together. Then poured it on the baking tray and baked it for about 25 minutes. 
Next was the frosting ,for which I had to wait until my carrot cake had completely cooled down.Meanwhile,  I searched for the frosting recipe again, when it struck me that a friend of mine had given a tried and tested recipe of the frosting she had made for her red velvet cake.All thanks to her that i did not had to wander for the recipe all over again. Almost after 2 hours of waiting my cake was ready to get frosted. And voilaaa!! ..the frosting was ready too..All i did was to whisk the butter , powdered sugar , vanila essence and cream until it started to look like a froth. And i took everything in the same measurement as given in the recipe. See...thats why they say " you have got to listen to your mom.. "
Now what.. I cut the cakes into two halves horizontaly (duh!!..of course).Then applied the frosting on one of the halves and placed the other half on top of it...
By that time ,the door bell rang and we all went to recieve my aunt and cousins.I hurriedly kept the cake in fridge to set and joined my cousins for some chit chat after a long time ..Also in the back of my mind thinking about my cake which looked delicious but would it taste th same or not??.
Soon after the awesome lunch that my mother made , I served my cake ,hiding all the neversouness I had with a smiling face. I should also add that i never taste my cake first. My official cake taster is my husband , who was not present there (i miss him so badly now). My parents whom I would have asked to taste but they got busy with the guest so it was pointless to even ask. So the amount of nervousness I had was insurmountable until my aunt said " nice ,from where you bought them". For which my mother replied "ilaa ..she made it today".. Then the praises came from my cousins in sarcastic manner which put me on a relief that "yes my cake was good for the first try""
Finally it was time for me to take a bite of my not-so-perfect creation of the day.. And I loved every bite of it..
Next time I will make sure to stick to the measurements coz you can't always trust your "baking luck" can you!?..