I no longer have to drag my whale-of-a-body to work. I no longer have to force my way out of a crowded train in the morning and painstakingly explain to a taxi driver my office address while he gives off an air of unexplained irritation. I no longer have to heave myself to the closest lunch option. I no longer have to sigh to get up for the printer or a drink of water. I no longer have to plead with my eyes for a seat in the train in the evening (which thankfully always comes).

My problems will contain themselves to how to turn over while lying down without getting breathless.

I can sit on the couch and do nothing all day. I have instructed my son to give me some me-time. Hopefully he listens and stays inside for at least another week. 
Thank god for maternity leave.