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10 worst things about being pregnant on hot days

Watching You Grow remembers why being pregnant during the summer will have you naked, crying in a cold bath.

"I'm not pregnant this year, but I was last year. Those boiling hot summer days you enjoyed last summer? Yeah, I cried through them. I was so pregnant and so sweaty and so swollen. If you are thinking of having a baby in the future, try to time it so that you are at your most pregnant in the winter months. Trust me, a summer pregnancy is absolutely no fun whatsoever. Here's why.


Thursday's blog of the day: Hell hath no fury like an angry toddler

There's no way to predict what your toddler will be furious about today, says Amy Ransom


"The third time around, toddlerhood is like labour: you know it's going to hurt, but you forget just how much until you're doing it. Today, I spent the day pissing my toddler off. This was HIS interpretation, I should add. Here are eight ways in which I ruined his life today, according to him: 1. I made his porridge too hot. Sorry, Goldilocks.

2. I suggested he wear sandals. It being THE HOTTEST DAY OF THE YEAR and all. Nope. He wouldn't have it. Rubber Spiderman wellies it was. ALL DAY.

3. I wouldn't pick him up and carry him. It being THE HOTTEST DAY OF THE YEAR. Yet he couldn't walk, he just couldn't. (His words.) I think I made it worse when I pointed out that maybe the hot, sweaty wellies weren't helping."

Wednesday's blog of the day: Let's keep fighting the small battles

The Long Chain says the Manchester attack is a reminder that we need to make every life as good as it can be



"How can I go on, complaining about the antisocial parking outside my house, when somebody lost a child last night?

How can I go on, making a fuss about the lack of accessible toilets, when somebody lost a child last night?

Because if I don't go on, terror has won. If we don't stand up for fairness, thoughtfulness and compassion even in the small things, this is where it ends. Whether it's the man giving a stranger a hug or a lift home from the Manchester Arena, or one mum giving another the twenty pence she needs for the coffee machine outside ICU. Whether it's fighting for a little bit more understanding among my neighbours, or for the rights and dignities of people I'll never meet. Whether it's casting a can of beans into a food bank, or casting a vote on June 8th.

I may have a small voice, but I won't be silenced against those who would have us all clawing our way to the top and crushing those who fall beneath. Or those who would have us give up, close our doors, and at the same time close our hearts."

Tuesday's blog of the day: Talking to children about terror attacks

Following the suspected terror attack at Manchester Arena, Anita Cleare offers practical advice for discussing distressing news stories with children


"As the suspected terror attack at Manchester Arena has reminded us, we live in a world in which bad things happen.

Many people, including children, were killed - and many more were injured in what police have called a suicide attack. And in this rolling news digital era, graphic details about tragic events can spread far and fast. Wrapping our children up in cotton wool and protecting them from everything bad in the world isn't really an option.

Teenagers learn about catastrophic events via social media news feeds alongside their friends' latest selfies. Even if we prevent younger children hearing about tragic events directly, the playground grapevine can throw up a frightening and distorted version. Something as simple as a train station announcement about unaccompanied baggage can spark difficult questions from little ones about terrorism and who would want to kill them and why."

Monday's blog of the day: New mums, don't lose who you are

Mum Odyssey urges all new mothers not to succumb to the first hectic weeks with a newborn


"Just before I became a first-time mum 15 weeks ago, I had all the usual concerns like not getting enough sleep, becoming a dazed zombie and so on. But there was something much bigger as well: the fear that I might somehow 'lose myself' in motherhood, along with all the travel, family and career dreams I'd been harbouring for years.

Because my relationship ended at 37 weeks pregnant, I had very little time to reacclimatise and prepare for my new role as single mum. In the first few weeks after my baby was born, as well as feeling proud and in love I experienced pangs of loneliness and resentment.

While I still found time to see family and friends and get out of the house, it wasn't the same as making plans at the drop of a hat, pubbing and clubbing and going anywhere I pleased without a pram in tow. Okay, I wasn't doing much of that while pregnant either, but I could have if I'd felt like it (until I got really big and uncomfortable towards the very end). But now there was a little person literally depending on me, and I couldn't do as I pleased any more. It's difficult not to feel a little trapped in such circumstances."


Last updated: 26-May-2017 at 12:33 PM