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Final stages of this pregnancy

Well, I am officially almost there, over the worst of it, or so they say...Luka should be about 42cm long and weighs in at about 1.8 kilograms, and I must say, she seems bigger.

I can no longer see my feet when standing up, I battle to paint my toenails, its no fun going for facials and lying on my back, Luka kicks the living daylights out of me and I have a head sticking out under my ribs for the best part of the day.  I think my tummy must actually now be blue on the inside.

Liam is constantly asking "Mommy, is Luks kicking you?" as he can see me cringe. 

On the good side, nobody can think that I am merely overweight, there can be no mistake, there is a baby or two in here.  The negative is obviously the fact that I no longer fit into my own pants and picked up 11 kilograms thus far, despite the fact that I limit my calories and actually go to the gym.

Gym wise, people look at me quite funny when I get on the static bike, I must be quite the picture balancing my huge belly on this bike.  Rowing, well I honestly do not care what people think, but this cannot be pretty.  At least I am healthy and in fairly good shape for someone that is in the third trimester of pregnancy.

I also have two stork teas coming, and I cannot wait.  I will immediately starting packing our bags once these are over as I am running out of energy at this point in time. 

Gerhard's mom also pointed out that Luka will be the first girl born into their family in the past 32 years.  No pressure Luka, you have lots of expectations to live up to. . . poor girl. 

Anyhow, I am rambling like a typical pregnant woman, let me stop, I have Luka poking me, so I think she needs some coffee. 

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