:: the nursery corner in the room downstairs (this was taken a while back, crib now has white linen with a burst of colour in the form of the yellow pillowcase i had adorned earlier) ::
:: the changing table, that's really my dresser - this, in our bedroom upstairs ::
:: home-printed origami papers, home-made-and-assembled origami cranes - these hang (rather pathetically .. haha) by the changing table ::
but put aside the discomfort and unattractiveness that came with carrying the lil girl, the instant i laid eyes on her, it all made sense. she was worth the wait and all the pain. she's here with us now, and she's the one we've named Zayaan Atiya. both names of Arabic origin, Zayaan means something beautiful and Aitya means gift. 'beauty' is no doubt subjective, but any given child, especially when you carry him/her yourself, is that bit more beautiful, just because. :-) after a considerable age gap between Big Z and Baby Z, having her with us is indeed a 'gift' of sorts. we see it as Allah's special gift to us (well, obviously after his first big gift, Big Z ;-)).
so, that pretty much sums up the 'story' behind us choosing her name.
:: we mostly call her by this name, though i try to use both names too ::