Alien

Medical descriptions and images of how my baby is developing make me feel a bit strange. It is  awful to say it, but the alien-like images of embryos scare me a bit. I can’t help but thinking about Sigourney Weaver..

At the same time it is so amazing to think that that little thing is going to grow into a human.

I can’t wait for the images in the weekly pregnancy newsletter that I get to become a little more human-like, so I can identify more with him/her.

Dear child,

I focus on feeling you, not seeing you. I know that in time you will reflect a perfect mix of my husband and I, with your very own, special twist.

Undercover pregnant: Reception

Celebration of the Swedish National day. All my ex colleagues, contacts and friends from my time at the Embassy of Sweden will be there, but no one shall know our little secret yet. The strategy for tonight is non-alcoholically waterproof:

1) Sprite with a twist of lemon will be very easily mistaken for a gin and tonic. -If I could stand the taste of tonic I would of course drink virgin GT’s.

2) The good old glass-swapping trick. I will discretely put my full glass down next to my husband’s half full. When it’s time for me to pick up the glass again I will take his glass instead and walk away with a glass that it seems I have been drinking from. A half empty glass in hand I can safely mingle on without anyone becoming suspicious.

3) No gravlax. It will be hard to stay away, but you can’t even trust The Oriental to handle such delicate substances. I’ll have to wait until I go home to Sweden and can have some of my dad’s juniper berry embedded salmon.

Dear child,

We are off to your first function tonight. I hope you will enjoy it. I will love it, because you will be there with me, and not just boring people who think they are very important.