I'm getting fat for the second time in my entire adult life.
(The first time was a few years into Dubai when I put on about 10 pounds. I was miserable for 6 months until I stopped eating like a pig. Then I returned to my happy, svelter self.)
Why, you say? Yes, you guessed, I'm up the duff!
What, you hadn't guessed? Well luckily I haven't turned into Kim Kardashian (yet). Although there is plenty of time for that. And, if you live overseas, you haven't had a chance to see me from the waist down (god bless Skype).
You may have gathered from the low key Las Vegas wedding that I'm not a pomp and ceremony kinda gal. So don't expect this to turn into some glowing, slushy, Earth-Mother baby blog. But I will share some observations and tips (bear in mind I am far from your traditional fawning pregnant woman) which may or may not entertain you.
Answers to anticipated questions:
- No, we don't know if it's a boy or a girl
- Yes, I was sick as a dog at the start (never actually threw up)
- Yes, I have felt the baby kicking
- Yes, this heat is killing me
- No, I haven't had any strange cravings
- Yes, the husband is the giddiest goat on the block (as am I)
- Yes, I am having the baby in Dubai
- No, this doesn't mean it is a UAE citizen
- No, we haven't decorated a nursery
Oh, and all things being equal, baby Britney will be rocking our world by the end of October.
Watch this space.
3 comments:
I think you should call the baby britnesha if it is a girl :-)
-Adam x
This is great!
Got back to your space for what seems like ages and so glad to find about your new arrival :) Happy for you xxx
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