There’s really nothing better than putting on a nicely ironed pair of pants when you’re hosting a 33lb pregnancy suit. It’s the little things in life that I’ve come to appreciate. Tumbling into bed and taking the weight off your feet. Foam padding. Pillows. A bath. Balancing the laptop on the belly and watching rubbish tv. An infectious giggle from a passing mum as she catches you patting your belly. Pregnancy yoga in the office. A journalist from a newspaper in Chile asking you how long it takes to have a pee. And wanting the answer to the nearest minute. A hug from your wife even if her arms don’t quite reach around you. Your 5-year old son saying what we’re doing is quite cool actually. And then whacking you on the belly.