Yesterday I realized that maybe I should have started blogging a bit sooner. I'm afraid you're all getting a rather one-sided view of my pregnancy. I was actually feeling quite good the first part; spent easter in Barcelona, had my half-time-graduation-thing at work, spent almost 2 weeks in germany during the football (soccer) world championships, celebrated my sister's wedding (I was one of the toast masters!), and had lots of energy! It's just these final months with high blood pressure and all sorts of horrible side effects that's been a bit too much...
And I actually thought my body would be able to handle pregnancy a bit better. Hopefully there's still time for it to proove that there's some truth to the old expression "child bearing hips" and that the rather generous chest I've been blessed with does actually come with a practical function too. I mean, these last days my body is becoming frighteningly similar to the Venus of Willendorf,(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Venus_of_Willendorf ), and that ought to imply some sort of natural talent for motherhood... right?
