A couple of days ago we officially entered in the 8th month. A goal that I celebrated with a beautiful photographic outing to close the course in which I took part. In short, the end is near by leaps and bounds and the baby seems to grow at the same rate. In the meanwhile she does not seem able of remaining still. But then how can she be wrong: she is still forced to sit hours at my office desk. So when she gets tired, she starts to get excited making me get up for a walk to calm her down. At least for the following half hour. Generally speaking, however, I find my belly constantly deformed and sore… but I know I will miss these feelings and, though she may hurt, she continues making me smile. This really makes me think that at this point some layers of skin are the only things that separate me from her.