It was a bad idea to wait until final week (I hope) of pregnancy to write the first post. Earlier the pregnancy, everything felt/looked/was beautiful. I was just simply happy that we got a little life in my belly and it was growing bigger and stronger everyday. Of course I am still very happy and I am planning to be happier, but with side feelings of physical pain and nervousness of not knowing what to expect after all.
I start this blog since both sides of our families are living in distance and I'm sure they will enjoy to see the baby's growth. Also to keep record for myself. I'm seriously amazed how stupid I get since pregnancy and my friends tell me I'll become even stupider with a newborn. I already cannot remember many things from earlier pregnancy (or what I ate last night for that matter.)
Excuse my English. I didn't have much chance of reading and writing English since I came to US to attend to a design school 6 years ago. I'm hoping this will be a good practice. And I will post in Japanese as well for my family in Japan.
Anyways, this was the morning of 39 weeks and 4 days pregnant, sitting at Uzma's dining table with joint pain and pelvic floor pain......
