Summer Days
May 27th, 2010It’s official: I now weigh more than my husband. I have put on two whole stone, and some days, it feels like considerably more. “I love it when you see a woman from behind and she looks really skinny, and then she turns around and you realise that she’s pregnant,” my husband memorably commented, on our honeymoon, around the time this baby was conceived. Unfortunately for him, he’s saddled with a wife who looks pregnant from every angle, and who is even developing a slight waddle. Some days, especially when it is as hot as it was this weekend, I simply can not wait to be thin again.
My legs and feet seem to suffer the most – as I mentioned, swimming helps – but I’ve also discovered the most amazing cream from BASQ – Soothing Foot Relief. Try and persuade someone to rub it in for you (thank you Andrew darling husband) – it really does make the world of difference. It feels a bit like reverse Deep Heat – literally, one can feel ones feet getting cooler.
However the foot cream doesn’t solve any sartorial dilemmas, and I have to
admit to having found it quite challenging dressing for the high twenties. Lunch outside is lovely, but I don’t want to frazzle my extra sensitive pregnant skin. So I’ve been wearing tunics and ponchos over my maternity swimsuit when I’m in the garden, else over a maxi skirt when I leave the house, and they look very pretty and quite elegant – certainly elegant enough to go right through to an evening drinks party or barbeque. My current favourite poncho is from Issa, but I’ve noticed some from Lotus London which are really beautiful.
The heat is working miracles on my sweet-peas, though! I planted them on the balcony outside the nursery earlier this year, hoping that they’d be flowering when the baby makes his appearance, and so scenting his room (and indeed all our other rooms.) I genuinely believe that if I watched them, I would be able to see them growing. Certainly, they’re developing at a much faster rate than the sitting room blinds, which I failed to even look at all weekend . . .































