Summer is killing me. The diary of a sweaty, unhappy mum to be.

Im dieing............... literally reducing to a paddle of sweat, tears and emotions.

Really we all know that being a dope enough to not think of the consequences of summer pregnancy, but i was in real disbelief that you had to conceive wisely.

I fortunately had no choice time was the essence and once our cycle started and boy te roller-coaster ride was something else.

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Sorry baby brain to the reins.

As i was saying i cannot believe that adding the slightest extra pounds not only kept you up more/often but also presented a ridiculous amount of peeing and i cannot wait to get these two out (safely)

Im burning up....like a tomato that sat on the grill too long, its summer? the windows don't work im so fat i cannot escape the confines of the sofa.

Is it to ealry to start the countdown