Psst: It may be worth your while to warn your significant other about the impending strange behaviour that he will witness in you and those around in the next 9 months. Mischief needs a partner, after all!
Strange food habits
You wake up one fine day, and realise your comfort food is not so comforting anymore, and what you wouldn't be caught dead with on your plate in your pre-pregnancy days is your staple in the new avatar. In my case, tea, which used to be as essential as oxygen for my body's normal functioning, was not acceptable anymore-I abhorred it through my term. And the garlic-ridden dal and dry rice that my office canteen served became my new Chinese.
There's no telling when your body (or the little guy inside) might start rejecting your favourite foods. For some, it occurs in the first trimester, for some in the last and there are those unfortunate ones like me who have to go through their entire pregnancies craving the strangest foods and hating previous favourites.
A 180-degree change in the people around
The wise old men have said that a married girl/lady should be kept happy at all times-god bless their souls, this is one of the few useful things they have uttered. The minute you announce your pregnancy, you move into a different league of humans altogether. For the next 9 months, you can spout BS to your heart's content and no one will ever call your bluff. Whether your discourse is on India's foreign policy or colour blocking as a fashion trend--you will always be right. Why? Because no one wants to be that horrid person who distresses a woman when she is preggers. Your indifferent neighbour, the bitchy colleague, the difficult boss, maybe your mother-in-law too (if she isn't nice already like mine); even your maid is uncharacteristically helpful.
The bad news is, this lasts only for the duration that the baby stays indoors. The moment he/she pops out, it's like the castle of Sleeping Beauty waking up and everybody going back to being their difficult selves.
Pinky aunty asking about your cravings
The aunt who barely acknowledged your existence in all the years you lived in the lane next to hers will suddenly discover the soft spot she's always had for you and insist that she cooks you whatever your pregnant heart desires. My advice-please be shameless and have all of them fulfilled. If you have none, get creative. Opportunities for such all-out pampering come once in a blue moon and DO NOT miss them.
The wager about the gender of the person inside
Everybody from the maid to the grand old maushi at your maternity clinic knows, without the shadow of doubt, what the gender of the little one inside is. How? through such scientific means such as the shape of the belly and the curvature of the buttocks. A well-rounded butt is the first of the many gifts that a daughter gives you and a sallow pallor can only be the work of those troublesome boys. During my pregnancy, I was once told, in all seriousness, that since my stomach was conical in the third trimester, it had to be a boy. Our daughter Little K arrived soon after that confident pronouncement. If you are a betting person, make some money on the side. Them diapers ain't getting' any cheaper!