So excited about this dress!
My uniform of late has been either grey maternity trousers for work or maternity skinny jeans out of work.
Who am I kidding?! My out-of-work uniform has been PJs for weeks.
I realised at about 17 weeks that anything restrictive around the hips would start baby tap dancing on my bladder. Excessively uncomfortable when suffering from repeated urine infections – stretchy became my friend.
But this dress. It’s not maternity. It’s just a Floral Print Tea Dress from George. I did size up and it’s a little big on the chest right now, but that just gives me room to grow!
I love the shape of it, it has a little key hole detailing on the neck and a high waist that sits over bump. It also has a tie round the waist, so you can tighten it up a little if you were to size up in anticipation but want a more defined waist. It also has a zip fastening down the back, from neck to hip, making it really easy to get on and off.
It’s a light cotton feel material, so it will work summer and winter I think. Or for snow in late April if you’re being treated like us. It’s black with a pink and white floral design, I think they might have more colours, but, honestly, I was shopping on a tablet and ASDA’s website is shockingly difficult to navigate on mobile.
And all for £14 from George at ASDA. It’s a bit of a steal.
Where did I wear my new dress I hear you ask? Well, work. Look at my little(ish) bump hiding under the desk!
I did go to Ikea and Mothercare as well. My Friday’s brim over with excitement.
I spent far too much at ASDA the other day, I’m trying to justify it by saying that I really do need bigger clothes now (and baby needs clothes too!).
I have heard tell that baby brain does not exist. This is a fallacy. Why else is my memory shot?
I lose my keys around fifteen times a day, my purse keeps going walkabout and it’s very lucky if I have remembered to put on clean underwear in the morning*
Maybe it has less to do with the physical aspects of pregnancy and a little more to do with the fact that I am 20 weeks away from one of the biggest life changes that will ever happen. And am not prepared.
There seems to be so much to take in, remember and learn, plus I am working and juggling everything I was doing before and house renovations. On very little sleep.
Maybe this is nature’s way of preparing us for the sleep deprivation and it’s related symptoms that will follow. I will let you know in 20 or so weeks.
I am 20 and a bit weeks pregnant and the poorlys are making a comeback.
By that, of course, I mean I have the 60572319th urine infection of my pregnancy.
Or third, I have my third urine infection.
Only I didn’t realise. Again. I just got weepy and woke up shivering despite my body being the temperature of a furnace, sobbing that I was leaking amniotic fluid, again. Until my husband kindly pointed out that I had woken him up with chattering teeth, it wasn’t amniotic fluid, but urine (again) and maybe I should ring the doctor. Then he stole my duvet, made me have a big drink and a cuddle.
Once I cooled down I realised he was right and these were the same symptoms. It’s really strange just how messed up a couple of degrees can make your body! I cried yesterday because I couldn’t make up my mind whether to go to pregnancy yoga or not (the answer was clearly not). My husband had to ban me from entering the kitchen because I couldn’t stop clinging to his shirt and he was trying to fry sausages. I actually asked him whether he was going to come back after having a wee… (he said no).
My temperature comes down and I am back to criticising the couples on Double Your House.
Unfortunately as we are approaching antibiotic course number three it looks like they might just stick me on a low level dose for the rest of the pregnancy. Really bizarrely my cultures didn’t grow, but my midwife assures me pregnancy can mask it. So I will drink as much fluid as possible and make my 300th trip to the bathroom in order to flush this thing out.