I’m beginning to feel like a whale. My sister was appalled to discover the pronounced waddle in my walk and begged me to work hard not to succumb to the temptation to walk like that in public. The sun is splitting the skies over here and I’m dashing for the shade. I’m sheepishly tucking in to ice cream and calling it a ‘craving’. My back is killing me, I could sleep for days at a time, I am so pregnant. As I hit the third trimester, the excitement is mounting at the prospect of meeting my new baby very soon but my body is feeling the strain of carrying around the wee bundle of joy.