For months we've been complaining about the weather. There seemed to be no end to Autumn/Winter and the same can be said to our Autumn/Winter collection of clothes; coats and jackets kept close at hand "just in case". When I found out I was pregnant I was delighted that I'd be "getting bigger in the Summer"...
Then Summer hit us in the face like a hot sweaty armpit on the tube and I really want a do-over of the wish I made back in March.
It's hot. It've very hot and the last two weeks have been the hotest in the UK for the last 7yrs.
Now being from South Africa my pregnant body should be able to handle this current heat weave. But alas, I lefts it's shores 8yrs ago. I do remember the heatwave of 2006 in the UK, it was my second year here and I wondered what the fuss was all about. I was totally acclimatized back then. But something has happened and I'm struggling.
I no longer have ankles or legs...I've developed cankles and kegs. I'm able to have a good 30min kip on the way to and from work during my commute; it's either that or contending with a soggy Metro newspaper as my brow leaks onto the page. It's best that my head remain upright. I drink from my water bottle only to keep from fainting as I know if I drink it all I will need the loo half-way through my journey as my bladder is now the size of a plum.
I'm very lucky though. I work with some amazing people who have nick-named Little One, Team Baby and they're always looking out for our welfare. I was able to leave earlier and wrap up my day at home. It was still as hot as the Karoo this afternoon but we managed to get home without any tears or napping. I even dared to finish all my water on-route. And there isn't a cankle or keg in sight.
I'm 23 weeks today and Little One has now discovered that not only can he kick my stomach but he's within perfect proximity to my lower intestine and rib cage and gives each a little nudge to let my internal organs know that he's boss...as if my body didn't know that...my plum sized bladder got with the program by week 8!
We're also missing Ryan, he's up North with his Mom and Dad discovering everything he can about his family roots. The only thing I'm enjoying is having the bed and four pillows all to myself.
And in other news; The Duchess of Cambridge went into labour at around 6:30am. William and Kate have a lot in common with Ryan and I; we got married the same year, are having our first born in the same year too and we have just made that a hat-trick as their little boy arrived at 4:24pm weighing just over 8oz! It's just breaking news while I was typing my last sentence! Delighted for them both! Congratulations!!
Waiting with baited breath to see what his name is going to be!!!!
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