Incubating in India

I'm sure everywhere in the world has pregnancy related traditions, I'm just lucky enough to get quite a span of them in this particular incubation period. In America, the message seems to be to carry on with your normal routine, but be a bit more virtuous (exercise more, eat better).

A common thread between South Africa and India is the need to keep the right balance of 'hot and cold'. In either place, there's no sitting on the floor. However, in India, temperature extends to food as well, and I'm discouraged from a variety of 'hot' foods - papaya and ginger, for example - and stuffed with ghee instead. Happily, I'm so well cooked for that just about anything could be added or subtracted from my diet and I'd still be round and happy.

Exercise is more or less banned (beyond puddling around the terrace), as are locking and unlocking things, and things that might be 'jarring', like taking auto rickshaws, or picking up anything heavier than a newspaper. I haven't bothered to announce that when I get back to Johannesburg, I may well be packing up and moving flats, on my own....scary thought, and a post for another day.