Miss Kolka

So it turns out this country isn't perfect. Although I might have praised the ultimate "motherland of maternity" as my friend calls it, the number of babies here is not always a good thing. As Pan experienced at 5. am this morning. This is why my man got up at this ungodly hour:

We live 100 meters from a very nice pool. Mr. F has shown with some impressive acrobatic moves for a 3 month old (at the time) that he likes going to the swimmingpool. So the parents thought that they could make this a weekly activity for the little one. One catch: there aren't so many classes in this swimmingpool and in the particular timeframe we were interrested in there were only 4 spots available. And they would "go on sale" this morning when the pool opened at 6 am. I did not believe Pan when he said he was going to get there a bit early, he even laughed at himself and thought he could propably joke with the other 3-4 loony toons about how crazy they were to turn up so early. At 5.10 sharp, imagine his disappointment when at least 60, perhaps 100 people were lying there all around, on the floor waiting for the sale to begin. Men, women and children, yes small children because some people turned up MANY hours earlier, to wait in queue, in the middle of the night, WITH THEIR BABIES!

Ok, we love our child, but so desperate for babyswimming we are not! We will just have to train Mr. F ourselves (and you'll see, he'll be a swimming olympic champion)

Oh ...I was looking so much forward to it -it had been such a long time since we had met and the point of the trip was more exciting than ever. Instead it became a total bommer journey from A to Z.

I took my old friend betty bike to go to the swimming pool and realised that it needed some pump - pump it up - treatment before we could go anywhere. Not surprising you might say since the bike had not been ridden since june last year. When I arrived to the gas station however, instead of pumping air INTO the wheels I managed to take the little that was left out and could in no way figure out how to get air back in. I had done this a million times before but no. There was no having it - and since I had about an hour left to try to find a solution - go to the swimming pool and back - without mentioning all the swimming that was supposed to take place  -I gave up and went back home. Just as well since I discoverd a major cramp in my leg after 5 MINUTES of bicycling. 5 freaking minutes. What happened to me?

That question was answered as soon as I entered the door and saw the two boys there laughing together. That's right, Im no Angelina Jolie - I dont look a million 2 months after giving birth and yes, I admit it, its tough to get back into shape. (and I haven't even entered the swimming pool!) AND she had twins, so anyone who says she just works out is just plain lying.

Im often asked if I miss my tummy - mostly by other pregnant women. And I have to admit it was something I had thought about myself. But no - although you become one with your pregnant identity, losing the stomach is strangely comforting and quite a relief. Actually the baby takes over pretty much everything and what I do miss is time. I never seem to have any time anymore. Time to do all the things Im supposed to do, or when I decide to do them there is a diaper to change, a bottle to give or simply attention to be given to the little one. Sometime it is way pass tea time when I realise I was going to take a shower that day - that will simply have to wait. Well I'm told this is how it is in the beginning. And its ok. Its amazing how you adapt to different situations and frankly, one little weird baby face or sound makes it all worth it.

And the little time you have left - you should use it to take a nap, not spend it on blogging something noone will read anyway. And so I will.

and he's our little golden viking!

say hello to Mr F.

... that it is very likely that I go into labour in the next few days..

I have the "feeling" babylicious wants a cool birthday and therefore is planning, all by itself of course, without any medical help hmm hmm, to introduce itself to you on the first day of the new year.

how exiting!

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