Good thing that the hormonal lack of balance should decrease after the first quarter! At sunrise of the sixth month I’m dealing with an emotionality that is quite incomprehensible (as well as with a flue that is increasing the stock of hankerchiefs in my bag). For sure my days are not an unceasing succession of moods. I’m not sad a seconf before being happy and I don’t think I became neurotic or unbearable (at least, no more than I was before pregnancy). But I have to face a great tenderheartedness. I’m easily moved by anything: a old acquaintance who’s becoming dad, a tv programme, a frind of mine lending me her premaman clothes, a strong movement of the baby at night able to wake me up. But aside from this crying at the slightest thing, I’m fine. I’m so fine it’s hard to believe people saying at the end I’ll be tired of my belly. At the moment I’m quite in love with it. It’s alive with its own temper but it’s not heavy, it doesn’t restrict me and – on the contrary – it keeps me company in my daily commitments. I do the same things I did before and even more. Like a swimming and a photography courses (I’ll talk about them in some days, when I’ll have comments to say). In a word looking at how I feel now, if I think at the new world we’ll be thrown into as she’ll come to light, I would not dislike stopping time at this moment. But perhaps it’s not true. Perhaps the wish to know her is too big.