The downsides of having a pregnant mum!

My mum is pregnant, I've started to realize that, although I haven't really grasped completely what it means, a part from the fact that she is getting all round like a balloon and that this has some practical consequences for me! I'll name a few.
Early this spring my mum said one day: Let's go and buy a bicycle seat for you Oscar. I know she wasn't only htinking of me -she also thought it would be a great way for her to get back in shape, biking around with me attached to the front of her bike. I was thrilled by the news and immensely happy when she didn't wait for a second thought but went immediately to the nearest shop to buy one. We brought the seat home, and my mum started mounting it on her bike. I don't know if my mum is just not that skilled in mounting a baby-seat ona bike or if the seat really was as complicated to mount -as she stated to my dad after having tried and retried for a whole afternoon to mount it. But by the end of the day, the seat was not yet mounted and the bike was brought back to the garage. The next few weeks were characterized by rather wet weather, but whenever there was a spell of sun, my mum would go back to the mounting business -but without sucess. My dad told her to give the seat back to the store, but my mum had stupidly thrown the bill and the box that had contained the seat, so she couldn't bring it back, and had to continue trying to mount it. Finally she could convince my dad to help her, and that day, the joint effort resulted in a correctly mounted baby-seat on her bike (not without some sweating though). That same day we went on our first bicycle ride, me and my dad on one bike, my mum on another one. We rode about 10 km from our home, along the Ticino-river and all the way to the centre of Pavia -and back ofcourse. It was great, fantastic, overwhelming, and that night I fell asleep with a big smile on my face. The next day my mum told me: now Oscar, how would you like going on a bicycle tour in the afternoon? I needed no encouragement, went and got my shoes and got ready to go out. My mum put on my helmet, checked the air in the bicycle tires, put me in the seat on the bike, opened the gate that separates our parking space from the street, led the bicycle towards the street, and there, in front of the curious eyes of all our neighbours that either were watching us directly from their gardens or secretly spying on us from behind the curtains of their houses, the truth dawned upon her. Her belly had become too big to fit behind the baby-seat on the bike!!! So much for bicycle-tours this summer!
When we moved to Ponte San Pietro I went to a new kindergarten. It is a great place and I loved it from the first day. When the kindergarten-teacher started calling me the penguin I thought that geography was just not their strong side -that they dind't know that whereas my genes are from the north pole, the penguins are from the south pole. I didn't mind the nickname at all, thought it was actually rather cute -until one day they mentioned it to my mum that they called me the little penguin and told her why! It was then that I learnt that one has to use a bit of common sense when he decides to imitate his parents. They might be a good role model in many things, but when your mum walks like a penguin with a huge water-melon attached to her belly, it might not be such a good idea to imitate her walking...!
Well, there are several other negative sides to having a pregnant mum, but now my mum who like always is lending me her fingers to blog has decided that it's her bedtime (I call it censuring!!) -she likes to go early to bed so that she can try to fit a decent number of hours of sleep in to a night filled with frequent toilet-visits, battle with gravity while turning in bed, feeling warm despite sleeping almost naked and with a cold alpine current of air passing through our house, well and me waking her up once in a while when I do some vocabulary exercises in my sleep.