Oh, my! I knew there was a reason I'd avoided summer pregnancies the first two times.
Even with the air con running all day long, this heat is knocking me around. I feel all woozy – which is totally annoying because there is stuff to do. I need to nest, dammit! Instead, I am drinking endless glasses of water and resting on the couch.
That actually sounds awesome, doesn't it? But it's more inconvenient than anything.
Almost 29 weeks along now and I keep being seized by these moments of breathlessness. I am sure the excessive heat is contributing but it's hard not to feel like a chubby fool when pouring yourself a glass of Coke requires a short stint leaning against the kitchen bench in order to catch your breath. That's just silliness.
Here's the belly that's causing all the trouble…
And from my perspective…
So apologies for my absence but my goodness, this pregnancy/weather combo is trying to do me in, I swear.
We are all otherwise well and as though they sense that Mumma will lose her tiny mind if they fuck around too much, Luca and Zig are practising the art of being friends. That is some cute shit right there.