Being pregnant was difficult. Especially eight months along during a heat wave in peak July! Every crevice of your body was sweaty and sticky. your little boy better be worth it.

Today you had decided to leave the house, going food shopping with your very annoying (yet encouraging) husband. You wore whatever fit you and wasn’t going to have you dying of heatstroke. Which happened to be a not particularly amazing dress.

Simon was walking slowly, knowing you could only waddle so fast. Plus you’d get all grumpy if he took his usual long strides. You only needed to pick up food essentials— drinks, sweets, ice cream— anything to keep cool.