I do have to begin by saying I am still hugely enjoying being pregnant, there are just a few little quirks that go along with it that make life 'interesting'.
Take Friday night, for example. There I am, happily (?) washing up, enjoying the sunshine on my face when I realise I'm a tad warm. That turned out to be an understatement as I collapsed on the bed with the fan on. Roh eventually had to put me in a cold shower, I was too wobbly to get there myself.
Saturday, we're putting the nursery together (whoop) and I realise I'm heating up. This time lying in a cool room helped. Sunday, Roh finds me in the spare room, a pile of clothes on the floor and me curled up on the bed, wilting - all far too hot.
So the invitations we've had for fun in the sun have been turned down sadly. And we haven't really had proper summer here yet, it's all been fairly wet rather than the really hot days we had last year.
No comments:
Post a Comment