Neither ill, nor a beer too much, just pregnant...

Hard to believe - at least for me: I am eight months pregnant.
Pregnancies seem to go on forever. The day in September when the pregnancy test showed two alarming red lines instead of a comforting single line seems ages ago. Since then, there have been moments during which I indeed felt pregnant, but more so moments during which I lived in the impression that this pregnancy isn't real. This might have to do with the fact that I started looking pregnant just recently. Over the past few weeks, my belly has been growing rounder, causing some unbalance when trying to tie my shoes. This happens particularly often in the morning, but usually gets better througout the day, relative to how awake/asleep I am. Despite the belly which - to my own interpretation, is quite big - few people continue to react surprised when I tell them that I am pregnant. They usually complement their surprised face with a "but only in your third month, right?" question. I wonder whether these people trust my "no, eight months" answer or take it as yet another indicator that I had a beer too much.
Anyway. Fact is that I am eight months pregnant, that I have today officially started my maternity leave, and that the 40 cm long thing in my belly is actively telling me what she likes/dislikes by kicking against my belly. The kicks don't hurt, but sometimes feel like tickles from the inside which makes me laugh.
Though my belly is growing, I try to stay active and enjoy my long deserved holidays (aehm, maternity leave) as good as I can, with some travels, long walks, etc. Being pregnant, after all, doesn't mean being ill; at the end of the day, it's few extra kg's to carry around, but at least these few kg's are well packed. Who knows, once I have to carry around few extra kg's outside my belly, life (particularly travelling) might become a bit more complicated ... or maybe not :)