Claudia Jean, my beauty queen. Things are shaping up nicely here. Your room looks gorgeous, your new pram, bouncy chair, cot, clothes et al make me smile every time I see them.

I never forget that I am pregnant but I often forget what I look like. I catch an unexpected glimpse of myself in a shop window, sailing by the size of a small boat, and it takes my breath away. Last weekend someone said that soon I will do the same and be surprised to be thin (or thinner) but somehow I doubt it. Nine months isn't long enough to get used to being pregnant. I do however look forward to the day when I can bend over once again. And eat brie.